Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Harry

I never felt more disappointed in anyone in my life. I hated myself more than ever and to think I even had a chance with such an amazing, beautiful, kind hearted man was so out of perspective. He would never love me. He could never love me. Even if he wanted to love me, he wouldn't. Who in their right mind would? I have taken his freedom and innocence, and kidnapped him. I am a monster. I can't even look at myself in the mirror let alone show my face to Niall. I should just let him see me.... But I can't. I won't.

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"I've been seeing you here a lot lately. Care to express what's got you so troubled?"

"Can't a man just enjoy a good drink without something being wrong?"

"Can't a man just enjoy a good drink?"

"That's what I'm saying."

Matt- shit- Max sat next to me at the bar again, this time smoking a cigarette and drinking straight scotch.

He laughed and I took another drink of my coke and whiskey. The bitter taste actually some what comforting me.

I didn't bother to ask Max why he took up smoking or why he was here at the bar 24/7 when I knew he should be in class at the moment. I already knew the answer. He missed Niall. He was probably going insane trying to figure out where he was and who took him. Little did he know the monster who took him was sitting to his left. Little did he know the monster was me.

"You should get to class, Max." I mumbled.

"What?" He asked. I looked over at him and nodded, repeating myself.

"You should get to class."

"I don't have class."

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious. I haven't went to class in over a month. I've been here every day."

"Can't say I'm surprised." I mumbled, raising my cup to my lips to take another bitter drink.

"Why is that?"

"Every time I'm in here, you're already piss drunk sitting next to me." I bluntly pointed out. He scoffed and downed the last of his drink, ordering another one.

"Well sor-ry! My best friend has been kidnapped and is probably dead." He rolled his eyes so I did the same.

"He's not dead. I can assure you that."

"How would you know?"

"I just know. I bet you he's fine."

"How can you say it like that?"

"Like what?" I asked, playing with my now empty cup.

"So confident? I don't know. You say it like you don't care. He's gone, he's been gone and no one seems to give a fuck besides me."

I honestly felt bad for the guy. He was drunk 24/7 and I could tell he was starting to actually loose his mind.

Like. Actually loose it.

"Well... I didn't know him like you did. I only talked to him like three times." I shrugged. I tried to make an approach like I didn't know what was going on, and I tried to seem as innocent as I could, but I was failing miserably.

"Well... I knew him really well. I mean, I slept with the guy. And it was never like, anything serious. But- I don't know... Now that he's gone... I realize now that I should have made something out of that. I miss him."

The thought of Max sleeping with Niall made me cringe. I tried not to make it so noticeable that I was uncomfortable - but again - I was failing miserably.

"I'm sorry, Max."

"It's not your fault."

But it is....

***

"I saw Max today."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"How do you know him?"

"I told you. You know who I am, and that's why I don't want you to see me. Anyways, he's really worried about you. I feel bad for the guy."

"He is?"

"Niall... He- he's a mess. He spends every day at the bar getting drunk and sulking."

"I need to talk to him, he has to know I'm okay."

"I told him you were okay... But, why would he believe me? He doesn't know I'm the one who kidnapped you in the first place."

"How could you lie to him like that?"

"Because I don't want to go to prison. That's why." I placed my hand on the door handle, ready to open the door and make a run for it if he was to even touch his blind fold.

"Then you shouldn't have kidnapped me in the first place." He snapped.

"I'm aware of that."

Things were silent. I didn't know what to say, and I wasn't sure if I should say anything. The silence was awkward, and suddenly I had wished that I was the one with a blindfold on.

"You can go now." Niall mumbled.

"I don't want to."

"I know you don't want to be in here. You're only in here because you feel sorry for me."

"I'm in here because I want to talk to you. I just don't know what to talk about." I admitted. There was yet another awkward silence in the room and I took that as my cue. I sat on the bed next to him, grabbed his large pale hand and kissed the back side of it, rubbing small circles with my thumb into his knuckles.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked him.

"I have a feeling you're gonna tell me anyways so-"

"I'm in love with you."

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{A/N} FUCK

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!

I've had all electronics and wifi taken away for the entire month of January so yeah I have a lot to catch up on. I am so sorry! Every chance I got I tried to let you guys know I wasn't going to be updating! I'm sorry I'll be updating again!!!!

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Like Harry loves Niall. But I won't kidnap you guys ... My rooms too messy and I have no place to put you.