The Dagger's Rose || l.s (completed)

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I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But my Stockholm syndrome is in your room
Yeah, I fell for you!

- Stockholm Syndrome by One Direction

"Are you sure? " Harry asked.

"Yeah, I- I'm sure, ha!",said Niall looking at the bottle in front of him. He slowly poured the liquid inside it into the two glasses Harry was holding. Then he placed the bottle on the table beside him and took a glass from Harry's hand.

"Cheers mate!", he said excitedly, about to sip his drink.

"No!", Harry shouted and snatched the drink from Niall's hand.

Niall was caught off guard.

"What's wrong with you mate? It isn't even that strong, and we are not kids anymore! Every sixteen year old drinks alocohol here, c'mon"

"No! We are still underage, we can't drink it now, give the bottle back to the whichever senior lad you got it from" Harry said as firmly as possible for him, his voice trailing off at the end.

The senior boys around them started laughing.

"Stop being a mama's boy Harry, you're not a toddler", Niall said trying to look cool in front of the guys beside him.

"Shut up Niall, I'm not a mama's boy, I'm not even sure if she remembers which grade I'm in, she only knows her office, work and maybe dad, sometimes...", Harry held his breath, his cheeks flushed.

"I gotta go, dad might think I'm wandering around and not paying attention to the studies, he's gonna ground me, bye Niall and don't you ever force me into doing something which I'm not supposed to do, you get that??"

"Whatever you say", Niall scratched back of his head, "I'm heading to home, mum told me to come early, I don't know what she's upto, Greg isn't home either, see ya mate, bye"

"Awww look at the babies, make sure you reach home safe and have milk immediately. Bye cuties", tallest senior guy with a football in his hand shouted and Harry's cheeks flushed even more as he looked at the ground beneath his feet, his small curls falling on his eyes.

The senior boys left to the football field without saying much.

Niall shrugged and made a face at Harry as if to say 'told ya' and then waved at him and went out of the sports room they were in, leaving Harry alone with his baffled thoughts in the semi dark room.

Harry and Niall were both best mates since their preschool. Harry's dad was a very rich builder, and his mum was an interior designer, often working for famous celebrities and other rich people out there. His parents worked together sometimes as both of their jobs dealt with the buildings. He had a sister Gemma, couple of years older than him who was studying in a boarding school and was in the last year of highschool. Despite the fact that they barely met, he loved his sister very much. He was basically a loner in their big mansion, parents often staying at the places they went for work.

His parents didn't pay much attention to him, yes, but his dad made sure that his son was an ideal student and perfect in every way possible. He even had a tutor at home for Harry to concentrate on studies and not to get distracted by anything or anyone. He was allowed to have a girlfriend though, but he didn't feel like he wanted one, he never really felt attracted to any girl in school. He once tried kissing a girl in grade seven but felt gross and that was it. He didn't tell that to her though.

He had told his driver not to come to pick him up that day. He wanted a walk to his home, no it was a house , it never felt like home. Well, it did feel like a home whenever Gemma was there during her holidays. He didn't worry about his parents' lack of attention towards him, he had been good enough to understand that his parents were busy always, even though it hurt him a bit whenever his friends especially Niall talked about their loving parents.

He walked slowly towards his home, thinking of skipping the study hours and watching TV for the whole evening. But he knew he couldn't do that, avoiding study hours meant glaring and threatening howls from dad. Maybe even grounding for a week straight.

He stopped by a small pond and sat on the ground beside it with his legs crossed and his arms covering his shin.
His eyes staring at the small frog hopping on the small stone pieces, trying to catch flies. He watched as the frog used its tongue to catch a fly. He opened his mouth and checked how long he could extend his tongue but he felt like an idiot. He was an idiot. He had always been an idiot, always fumbling for words in front of his own parents whenever they talked to him, always getting hit by his classmates and seniors whenever he went to play footie with them, always worrying about what his parents would do if he bit more than he could chew, always failing to find a girlfriend whom he actually liked. He was an idiot, that's what he thought.

He wanted to change his lifestyle, he wanted to do something adventurous, he wanted to fall in love, he wanted to be bold and smart while speaking to people. He wanted to look cool, he wanted to have a partner like almost every guy in his class did, not necessarily a girlfriend. Well, he was supposed to have a girlfriend, he was supposed to marry a girl to inherit the future generations of their family, gay was gross, as told by his dad. He didn't think it was gross though. No no he shouldn't be thinking like that, no. It's not natural, it's not good, no. NO!

His thoughts grew fuzzier, his frustration increased, he thought of heading back to his way home, calmness of nature didn't calm his anxiety. He stood on his feet, brushing away the mud off his bum and turned and...........

......his mouth was covered by a strong hand with a cloth, his breath hitched, vision blurred. He didn't remember what happened after that.......

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