Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Max

Day 20.

20 days and there is nothing. They found Niall's phone, but when they found it, it was in the middle of a field outside of London and it had no finger prints what so ever.

I was afraid they would never find him.

Even I was ready to just give up the search.

Two weeks, 6 days, 4 hours, 18 minuets and 54 seconds that he's been gone.

Too long.

"Shot of Brandi please." A voice spoke beside me. These past weeks I've been spending my time at the bar, drinking away the pain. It never worked, but I liked to believe that if I kept trying then sooner or later the alcohol would help me forget.

"Going for the hard stuff." I said to the person next to me.

"I need it."

I looked over, surprised to see Harry beside me. Did he even remember me?

"Hey." I said. He looked over at me, glancing up and down before giving me a tight smile.

"Hey Matt."

"Max."

"Sorry." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes and drank down my cherry vodka drink.

"How are you?" I asked him.

"Stressed."

"I know the feeling."

"Yeah- I uh- I heard about Niall." Harry said. I looked over at him, pain evident in my eyes.

"When I found out who took him I'm going to personally rip them to shreds myself." I said. Harry's eyes widened, the bartender sat a drink down in front of Harry and then I turned my head.

"They don't know anything?" Harry asked.

"No. These fucking police suck at their job. I know he was kidnapped, and that sickens me. Who would kidnap Niall? Sweet little Niall! What did he ever do!" I rambled. Harry placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

"I don't know, Max."

"You said my name right." I pointed out.

"Sorry?"

"Don't be."

***

-Harry-

At least the police didn't know anything. Max obviously wasn't going to give up though, and by watching how much pain the poor guy was in- I couldn't help but feel ten times more guilty for what I did.

Niall didn't deserve this. Max was right, Niall was sweet and innocent, he never did anything wrong and I took him from this world. And now he's locked in my basement right now probably playing his guitar or writing.

April told me he writes all the time but every time I've thought about reading it, I find myself walking away.

I already feel bad enough that I shred him from the world and took him for my own selfish reasons- I felt as if he needed some sense of privacy. And I didn't want to read the nasty things he has probably said about me in there.

I know he hates me.

I don't need proof.

I pounded the rest of my Brandi, saying a goodbye to Matt before I left the bar and drove home. I needed to see Niall.

I needed to touch Niall.

I wanted to hold Niall.

I just..... Wanted him.

I want Niall.