Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Niall

So here I am. Proving my point exactly. Our parents tell us to never talk to strangers yes? Yes of course: we've all heard it at some point in our lives even if it wasn't from our parents.

But here I am, taken by a stranger. I didn't have to talk to this stranger in order for them to take me, I realize now that the man I talked to before I was taken, was not the man who took me- but was a helper to the man who took me.

Not talking to strangers isn't going to keep you from getting kidnapped, it could help- but it will not prevent it completely. Anyone can just take anyone if they do it right. It doesn't take a genius to kidnap someone.

But here I am, sitting in this cold room wandering why I'm here- when I could be trying to get out. I could be breaking down the door, or putting a sign in the window with this paper and pen I've been given- but instead I am here writing about it.

And I'm fine with that.

I want to be near my kidnapper, I want to find out who he is so that when I do get out of here, I can not only turn his ass in, but I can turn in anyone of his little friends who knew I was in here.

Starting with April, the royal cunt.

But then again- I like my kidnapper. I like when he talks to me and listens to me play guitar. I like it when he makes little hand gestures like touching my face or my knee. I would like to see him whilst he does it, it would definitely lift a lot of nerves, but for wearing a blind fold around him I feel pretty damn comfortable.

Too comfortable.

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"Niall, I have your lunch." I looked up, startled to see April in front of me. I guess I got caught up in my writing and didn't notice her walk in.

"Oh. Thanks."

"No problem. Need anything else?" She asked.

I learned that when April says, 'Do you need anything else?' It really means, 'I'm leaving so if you need something I'm not getting it for you'. Took me a while to get that down.

"Nope." I shook my head. Without a word she left the room and I was left to eat my lunch alone.

A dry turkey sandwich and stale potato chips with a glass of water.

I was so hungry I really couldn't care less on what it tasted like.

***

"I want to try something, but I don't want you to resist me." My kidnapper spoke so softly it was almost impossible for me to worry too much.

"What are you going to do?" I never wanted to see someone so bad in my life. To physically see this man, that's all I wanted.

"Just, don't resist me." He spoke, his breath closer to my face now. I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold, trying not to breath too hard as my heart beat quickened and I felt his lips ghost over mine.

His full swollen lips were pressed to mine, making my heart leap in its throat. I didn't kiss back at first, but when I felt his hand cup my cheek and his fingers play with the hair on the back of my head, I leaned into the kiss.

I couldn't resist him. How could I? This ... Beast, this sick, twisted man was steeling not only my pride and innocence but my heart.

I didn't love him, by God- no. But I had feelings for him. I wanted him in ways I shouldn't.

His left hand traveled down to my boxers, pulling at the elastic. I gasped into the kiss when I felt him touch me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I- um- yeah." I stuttered.

"I'm sorry- I went too far."

"I don't mind." I wanted this. I was terrified, it felt so wrong but I wanted it.

His lips were pressed to mine again, making me lean back against the head bored as he continued to kiss me. Our lips continued to make out whilst his hands roamed my torso, running up my chest and down again.

"Lower." I mumbled when our lips separated for a second. He kissed my cheek and I felt as his lips roamed around towards my neck, his hands moving lower.

"You okay?" He whispered in my ear. Oh his voice was beautiful, especially when he whispered.

"Yes." I lifted my hips up slightly, showing I wanted some contact.

"If it gets too much you can tell me to stop." He spoke gently as he continued to smear his lips over my skin.

"Just stop talking."

-Harry-

I didn't want to believe what I was hearing. Maybe he was only going along with it because he felt he had to, like I would hurt him if he didn't want to. I couldn't hurt him, I didn't want to hurt him anymore that I already had.

"If it gets too much you can tell me to stop." I said as peppered kisses down his beautiful, pale chest.

"Just stop talking." He breathed.

I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers, finding his already hardening erection.

This time he wanted it. And this time he was going to have it.

"You still okay?" I whispered, knowing he didn't want me to talk.

"I want to see you."

I immediately stepped back, leaving the bed as I practically threw myself at the door.

"Don't take your blind fold off." I panicked.

"I'm not- I just wanted to see you."

"No. No this was a bad idea. I need to go."

And I left the room.

Because I'm stupid, I'm fucking stupid.

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{A/N} I really hate author notes but I feel like I have to say this....

Merry Christmas Eve blah blah blah Happy Birthday Louis blah blah so emotional oh god he's 23 wow I'm emotional as fuck -.-

Okay now that that's out of the way... Have a wonderful Christmas! Be safe ;)

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