Zayn looked around, peering out from the alley he was hiding in.
The man seemed to have left.
He was selling cocaine and cannabis to a customer, when he suddenly got jumped.
A young but muscular guy with chocolate colored eyes chased him around town, and although Zayn didn't show it, he quickly got scared.
Zayn sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. He kept his head down, quickly walking to his apartment. He bumped into someone and he quietly excused himself, walking around the person.
A large hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Zayn looked up and saw it was the guy who had been chasing him.
"You owe him." He growled, dragging him back to the dark alley.
Zayn struggled to get out of the mans grip.
"No, I don't even know you! You may have me confused!" Zayn told the man."Are you Zayn Malik?" The man asked Zayn, shoving him up against the wall.
"Uh... no?" Zayn lied, although making it sound like a question.
"He's..." Zayn started saying, looking around for someone.
"He's actually that guy." He pointed to the opening of the alley, where a boy, probably twenty years old, lightly moving his head up and down to the music from his headphones.
He was completely unaware of the situation Zayn had just put him in.
The man dropped Zayn but dragged him back onto the street.
"Hey, you!" The man shouted, pulling out his gun.
The twenty year old didn't hear the man calling after him, but the young man heard the loud shot ring through the silent streets as a bullet pierced the ground a foot away from where he was standing.
He quickly took out his headphones and looked around, a panicky look plastered on his face.
The muscular man was walking up to the boy, a gun pointed in the middle of his forehead.
"Is this him?" The man growled at Zayn. Zayn nodded quickly, guilt present on his face. He didn't want to meet the 20 year olds scared and confused face.The man dropped Zayn.
"Okay, get out! Before I shoot you too!"Zayn started running, and the scared boy took that as a sign to run away too. The man started chasing the boy, and the young man threw his phone at him.
It hit him, making him stumble, but it angered him even more. He growled and ran faster to try and catch the boy.
The boy screamed and cursed at himself, because without a phone he couldn't call anyone for help.
"Michael, get your ass over here or I'll shoot!" The man shouted.
"What the hell are you talking about?! I'm not Michael! My name is Harry!"
The man tackled him and Harry hit the ground, causing his vision to blur before he blinked a couple times and started at the man.
"Don't play games with me! I know you're Michael! You owe me and the boss money, and I'm going to get it! One way or another way!" The man roared and raised the gun.
The man was the last thing Harry saw before the gun came in contact with his head and the black and blurry vision returned.
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A/N
So what do you think? I understand it's similar to the one shot, but I swear I'm not trying to copy. Yes it's based off of it, but I'm not like that. It is a one direction version, not 5sos. So vote, comment, and I'll update tomorrow! Maybe... ❤️
Oh, the man was Liam!
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Stockholm Syndrome ( Larry )
FanfictionStockholm Syndrome noun feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor. Harry never thought he would experience this. Until, he becomes apart of it.