☯Stockholm Syndrome☯ ➳ Ziall✅

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[Boy, you're so dope, Your love is deadly. Tell me life is beautiful, They all think I have it all. I'm nothing without you]

Niall stirred as he slowly wakes up feeling he's been sleeping alot better since he kidnapped Zayn. They both been happy together and starting to become attached to each-other.

Niall was a bit guilty doing sexual acts with Zayn because how he innocent he is, but he sure enjoyed Zayn warmth mouth around his manhood last night.

Niall blinked slowly stretching and look to the side of him seeing no Zayn in bed.

"Zayn?" Niall called out, but no one was in the prison cell but him.

"That little f.ucker." Niall growled running out of his basement and outside the front door trying to spot him. How could Niall be so careless and leaving his guard down to notice Zayn being gone for a unknown period of time.

"F.uck! I'm going to jail now." Niall muttered to himself.

"Niall?" Zayn asked, which Niall turn quickly around seeing Zayn with a glass of water in his hand.

Niall slam the front door causing Zayn to jump in fright a little.

"What the f.uck were you doing leaving your prison bed!?" Niall spat.

"I-I was just thirsty and I went to get a glass of w-water. you look peaceful s-sleeping, so I didn't want to wake you up." Zayn stutters nervously.

"Did you call anyone? Or leave the house!?" Hissed Niall.

"N-No, I'm sorry Niall for making you mad, please don't be mad at me." Zayn begged hugging his tattoo chest by his waist.

Niall felt a wave of emotions, angry, relieved, and most of all calmer when Zayn hugged him. Niall doesn't like feeing different around Zayn, as if Zayn is becoming his weakness.

Niall pushed Zayn away from him, "You think you can just apologize for your little stunt in leaving to get water!? You can think again." Niall spat slapping Zayn's hand making the glass of water crash on the floor.

"W-Why are you being so m-mean?" Zayn cried.

"Because I feel like it! Now clean this mess up." Niall hissed.

Niall roughly grabbed Zayn's arm taking him to the kitchen to get the broom and dustpan to clean up the mess.

"Why aren't you cleaning up the mess? You was the one who broke the glass in the floor and I'm still thirsty." Zayn whined which earned him a slap on the face.

"You should've have left to get water." Niall replied with a shrug going into the fridge and he heard feet running. He ran after Zayn who went back to the basement with blood on the floor.

"You promised!" Zayn cried out.

"What the hell are you talking about!? How are you bleeding!?"

"You pinky promise me you wouldn't hurt m-me and you h-hit me. I step on the glass pieces by mistake." Zayn whimpered.

Niall sighted quickly running upstairs to his bathroom getting the first aid kit and heading back to the basement.

"Why do you hate me?" Zayn asked wiping the tears away from his eyes.

Niall sat next to him, as he pulled up Zayn's right leg on his leg to examine his bottom foot.

"I don't hate you Zayn, I was just extremely upset that you escaped."

"You seem freaked out like I was going to leave you." Zayn spoke softly.

"Why didn't you?"

"Didn't I what?" Zayn wince, as Niall took out the glass pieces from Zayn's foot.

"Leave, you couldn't left me and go back to doing your famous graffiti art and see your family."

"I don't know, I wasn't thinking correctly. I just woke up with your arms tightly around me and I wasn't thinking of escaping. I just wanted to water. Maybe it's-" Zayn spoked for a moment looking down.

"Maybe it's what?" Niall pressed on, as he finishing cleaning Zayn's foot and placing a band aid.

"Maybe it's starting to feel like home."

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I apologize for it being short, I will try to make the next chapter longer.

Random question: Does anyone else like writing on their phone better than a computer?

Dedication: Caffeinatedream

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