stockholm syndrome (larry stylinson au)

chapter one.

darkness.

just fucking darkness.

he knew he had opened his eyes -- he fucking knew he did -- but it was still just as dark from when they were closed.

there was something squeezing on his wrists , and it was painful. his skin was caught in -- handcuffs?

oh -- those were handcuffs.

his mouth was itching like crazy , but when he tried to open his plump lips , he got nothing.

not only that , but he was fucking freezing.

that's not when his heart started racing though.

no , that's just when he was in shock.

it was when he heard the sound of a gunshot from above him that his heart started pounding against his chest.

struggling , tensing , and squirming in his spot -- the young brunette male tried to let out yells for help , only for them to come out muffled.

in all of his panic , the man managed to tire himself within a few mere minutes.

so silence fell across the room , only letting the sound of his labored breathing through his nose enter.

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of all the things to happen to louis tomlinson , this was the least expected.

he would have never expected to wake up to find himself cuffed to a pole ( or what he assumed by the cling he got when he moved ) in a room of darkness where he was forced to listten to someone probably being shot and killed.

it was like he was put in the middle of some sick joke , or a horror movie.

either way , it really wasn't a nice way to wake up. that much should be obvious though.

now , louis wasn't too sure on the time , but it seemed like hours before he heard the movement return upstairs. it was just slight shuffling , but it was still scaring the shit out of him. well , it was more unerving.

it was when he heard the steps getting closer that the shit was actually getting scared out of him.

his eyes flickered left and right to try and find any sign of where the door may be but it was just useless. just as useless as trying to get out of the cuffs.

he heard the door practically slamming open -- but no light came from the direction he looked in.

he was going to die. louis was going to die and he just had to accept that right now.

but he couldn't quite accept that.

he didn't want to leave his mother and sisters. he didn't want to think of the girls faces when the news was broke to them and he certainly did not want to think about how his mom would feel. just the thought of it was breaking his heart.

wether he liked it or not , he was going to die.

maybe not right now , but he wasn't getting out of this alive. that's for damn sure.

suddenly , the lights were filcked on and louis let out a small noise as he looked down , closing his eyes to stop the pain of it. it felt like every bit of that light was just shoved in his eyes with a syringe.

he heard movement down the stairs , and tried to look up but was still having difficulty. he blinked madly , sometimes squeezing them shut , as his eyes struggled to adjust.

as he was struggling , the piece of tape over his mouth was ripped off evenly and he couldn't help but let out a noise of pain. a yelp of sorts. he still couldn't see the person with his eyes burning.

damn how much he wished he could though.

who ever it was was already walking away. he could hear that.

eventually , his eyes did adjust enough for him and he couldn't help but wince at the look of the place.

he wasn't a germophobe , but the thought that he was sitting in this room was making him uneasy.

eyes flickered across the room until he saw a mess of curls with its back turned to him.

of course , louis couldn't help but speak before he thought.

" who are you? " louis' cracked , hoarse voice came out.

he wasn't exactly aimming to sound like that -- maybe more sassy -- but not that. his own voice made him cringe.

then , louis' mouth was hanging open in slight shock.

oh... oh.

so his capture was younger than he thought. much younger. maybe even younger than him.

not only that but he was h o t .

under any other conditions , he would totally let this guy take him over a desk , or let him even get his number. but , he had kidnapped him.

well... it could be worse. he could be a fourty year old creep.

so yeah , he was sorta calmed down about this. maybe the kid would freak out and just let him go?

a devilish smirk was on the others face , green orbs staring right at him.

" the person who dragged you here and tied you up -- who else would i be? "

pointing out the obvious then.. what a smart ass.

" yeah -- i kinda got that , you twat. you know what i mean't. " he would have crossed his arms over his chest if he were able to do so. he would have cocked out his hip as well.

if he could.

" well --- you will be here awhile. might as well know names , hm? " taking a step forward , the man crouches close to him.

louis can feel the breath rolling off his lips and onto his skin , and it's making goosebumps rise like the dead in a horror movie. a curl even brushes against his skin.

louis can't really do anything -- he cant knock him out and run. no matter what he does , he can't escape his ties.

even if he could... he's not sure if he would. the whisper in his ear , no doubt suppose to scare him even more , was doing quite the opposite actually. it was so wrong that louis could be enjoying this in anyway but... he was.

and that's what scared him more than anything.

then the words came out ,

" harry styles. "

louis froze.

these were the words that reassured him of only one thing ;

he was a dead man.

( so there's the first chapter! i haven't had anyone read it over but i'll come back through alittle bit later. each chapter will be atleast 1,000 words if i have my way , which will eventually add up. i already have the main parts of this story figured out such as the ending but if you want to make a suggestion or have anything you may want to see in the story go ahead and message me in my inbox or on mytumblr, which is mvkeclemmings. anyway , if i get good feed back i'll hurry up with putting up the next chapter so make sure you comment or vote or even inbox me to let me know what you think! )