Stockholm Syndrome - narry (READ REMAKE!)

Chapter 8

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"Liam and Louis you should leave now." Harry demands.

"Don't you think Niall has the right to know? I mean look at him," Liam points towards me. "he's miserable. What you're doing Harry is not a bad thing." Liam crosses his arms and gave me a sympathetic look.

I was so confused. Everyday some shit happens that leaves me confused and I'm tired of it.

"You're right, he does have the right to know but not right now. Not when he's suspicious that I have him." Harry explains.

"Harold. You should be more open it'll help with your-" Louis was soon interrupted by pissed off Harry. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I touched my pocket to see if it was still there and it was. I was relieved that he doesn't know I know. I'll just put the bottle back later on when Harry isn't paying attention.

"First, I told you to never f.ucking call me that and second I know Louis you don't have to keep reminding me." Harry growls.

"But the thing is you never do." Louis scoffs.

"Didn't I tell you two to leave?"

"Harry-" My voice was barely audible.

"Shut up. You two leave right now before I force you guys out."

I have Harry the dirtiest look I can give. He has no right to talk to me and them like that. Liam and Louis went to go get their stuff. I honestly feel comfortable when Louis and Liam are here. Before they left, Louis smiled and hugged me. In the background I heard Harry groan. When he hugged me I kind felt like I had something I hadn't had in a while. For so long that I almost forgot the feeling.

Friendship maybe?

"Try to get out of here whenever you have a chance." Louis whispers. He let go from the hug when Harry coughed. They opened the door then waved at me before they went out the door.

And left with me and Harry alone.

"That was really fucking rude. They were just trying to help." Harry just murmured 'whatever'.

I was obviously still pissed at Harry. He needs to learn to control that anger he has but he won't let anyone help him.

I could help him.

I don't know why I always have an urge to help this guy. He has done nothing but been rude and an asshole to me.

Well not all the time but still.

"Is your neck still okay?" I asked and sighed but Harry was already gone. I went upstairs to his room to check if he was there. His door was almost closed. Just about two inches open. I looked though and saw Harry sitting on the edge of his bed playing with his neckless.

Why does he trust me around his house so much? I thought he didn't want me to leave.

"I'm not stupid you know." Harry says looking at me.

"What?" I opened the door wide enough for him to be able to see me.

"Come here." He motioned his hand to him.

I hesitated for a moment not sure what I should do. I honestly have really no other choice but go to him. He patted the sit right next to him. I walked towards him and sat next to him but not to close. He rolled his eyes and brought me close to him.

"I can tell when you're hiding something." He looks straight into my eyes. Those piercing green eyes.

He pushes me down against the bed straddling my hips and pinning my wrist down with one hand. But the thing is half of me was scared but the other half wasn't. He reaches into my pocket and pulls out his prescription bottle. When I looked back at him I excepted him to be pissed and start yelling at me or even hit me but the thing is he wasn't. He was actually smirking.

"Thought I didn't know you knew, eh?" He smirk.

I hated that smirk.

"I didn't want you to get angry. Are you mad?"

He doesn't answer. Instead he ignores the question and asked me one.

"Are you afraid of me? Do I frighten you, Niall?" He whispers with his breath hitting my face which smelt like mint. His face got close to the point where our nose were almost touching.

My brain was getting fuzzy. I don't understand what was happening right now and I couldn't think straight. I can't take my eyes off of his. His face was so close to mine and the thing is

I liked it.

"I'm not afraid of you anymore Harry." I half lied and Harry chuckled.

"Are you sure about that?" He whispers into my ear. I shuddered at his hot breath fanning against my ear. I only nodded.

"Harry." I whimpered. My face is flushed red. I don't know what's going on. Everything is just happening too fast my brain can't keep up. My mind is telling me to kick him in the balls again and run but every part of my body wants this.

"What is it baby?" With lips barely touching my skin, he runs his lips down the side of my neck.

Goosebumps rose from my skin and I tried everything in my power to not make a noise. I lost it when he started kissing the spot under my neck. As much as I enjoy this I don't this to go any further.

"Harry. Stop." He hummed in response and lifted his head from my neck.

I was surprised he actually listened and didn't keep going.

"Sorry it was in the heat of the moment." I just nodded not knowing what to say.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" He mumbles.

"I don't think you're totally bad person. I just think the real Harry is just stuck in there and he just needs a hand to pull him out."

Harry opens his mouth to say something but closes it quickly. He lets go of my wrist and turned us on our sides facing each other. He wrapped around my waist and buried my face into his chest hearing his steady heartbeat. Harry rested his chin on my head murmurs 'thanks'.

Everything right now just felt right but it hurts that this will mean nothing to him in the morning.

I just closed my eyes and just enjoy this moments because I knew this wasn't going to last long. He was going to go back into that a.sshole.

"Just stop looking through my stuff. I hope you know that I trust you."

I nodded even though I know that's not entirely true.

"You should apologize to Liam and Louis. You were being really rude."

"No-"

"If you want to get better Harry you have to own up to what you do wrong and don't make excuses. Just apologize it's not hard to do." I mumbled feeling tired even though it was still day. Too much shit happened today and I'm just tired.

We stayed in silence for a moment before Harry broke the silence.

"Maybe you'll be that person to save the real me."

I promise you, I will be that person.

I closed my eyes falling asleep in Harry's arms. For once I finally feel like I'm not alone.

I'm tried of feeling alone.

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Narry finally warming up to each other or maybe not?

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