stockholm syndrome (larry stylinson au)

chapter two.

so louis could assume he probably wasn't going to freak out and let him go then...

you see , harry styles was a criminal who never had a face to go with the name.

this is because he killed all of his victims and left no trace as to where he was after he dumped the body.

he never stayed in one place long , louis knew that from all of the coverage on the news he heard , and louis was just so lucky to have him visit his town , and be able to play victim to him.

louis knew more than he pleased about harry , but he'd never know everything.

he started doing this when he was seventeen -- and he was twenty now. the way it all started was that he accidently killed a boy at his school. a bully. picked on him every single day and finally , harry snapped. in the middle of beating the shit out of him , harry's friend niall tried to pull him off. he tried to stop it and get help but by the time help came in was too late.

harry got off somehow , being able to say it was self defense and have most of the kids at school admit to seeing his bully get to him and push him around. he did end up on probation and he did have to go to anger management as well as therapy , but he got off.

alot of parents blamed the poor system they had around there , they still did , but in the end their words didn't matter too much unless they had more evidence against harry.

louis was screwed. he would probably never get out of here. looking around now that he had the ability to see , he looked to see if there was any way possible for him to escape. it was a long shot , seeing as harry was practically a professional , but he's still human and human's mess up sometimes.

maybe louis would get lucky.

maybe he wouldn't.

" you'll never get away , you know that right? " harry smirked , as if reading louis' mind.

louis' head turned to him , moving his head away as much as he could to prevent kissing the damn guy.

he was silent.

" . . . "

louis felt tears prick at his eyes.

" can i atleast write a note to my family? "

the question was worth a try. it wasn't some out of the blue thought. it's all he could think of; contacting his family. he wanted to leave them with some kind of final words.

a scoff left harry and louis felt his heart drop.

" you know you're the only person whose dared to ask me a question other than ' why are you doing this? ' or ' can you please not kill me? ' . . . " harry pursed his lips.

" i actually kinda respect that. not so selfish , hm? " harry pushed himself to his feet.

" alright --- you can write a note. only if i can too though. "

louis furrowed his eyebrows , confused. what the hell would he even want to write? louis decided not to question it , but instead nod. he didn't want to throw away the only chance he may get.

" okay -- yeah. you can write a note. " louis agreed.

harry seemed pleased with this.

" i'll bring down the stuff tomorrow. " he said simply before he grabbed a pair of keys and headed to louis.

leaning down , he played with the cuffs before he unlocked one of them and louis looked at him with a confused look.

harry laughed , " what? there's no way for you to escape and even if you did , we are in the middle of nowhere. i'm not even letting you go completely -- i'm just cuffing you to the bed for the night. "

he pointed one of his long fingers to the corner and louis could only wonder how he missed the bed there.

" oh. "

" yeah , oh. you gotta go to the bathroom? i don't want you pissing on the bed. "

louis shifted but nodded. " yeah -- i do. "

he didn't have to go badly but he didn't want to have to hold it in the entire night when he did.

harry sighed and got louis to his feet , and he almost fell. his legs felt like jelly. harry grabbed him though , obviously not in the mood to take his time with this.

the stairs were nothing special , just old wood ones , and niether was the door.

infact nothing was really special. when they reached the top , louis noticed how creepily normal it was.

well , until he saw the blood stain on the kitchen floor.

his stomach turned in response to the sight.

that must've been from the gunshot before.

louis didn't say anything as he was pushed into a medium sized bathroom , once again normal except for the blood he saw on the curtain.

harry shut the door and louis thought he left but no , he stood behind him with his arms crossed over his chest.

" uhm... aren't you going to-- "

" leave? no. just go --- you need to get back down in the basement. " harry snapped as he gestured to the toilet.

chewing on his lip , louis shyly moved infront of the toilet and undid his pants , pulling himself out but trying to cover it as much as he could incase harry tried to peek.

it took him a second to actually get it going , but once he was done , he hurriedly zipped himself up.

to his surprise though , harry wasn't trying to peek , he was just picking at his nails.

not what he expected... like at all.

clearing his throat , harry looked up and upon seeing he was done , grabbed him by the arm once more just to drag him down quicker than when they went up.

louis nearly tripped going down the stairs , but made the bottom before he was dangerously close to doing so.

harry was abit more gentle when he brought him to the bed , not even waiting for louis to get situated before he heard the cuffs inclosing around the metal headboard.

louis blinked a few times but sat down after a second , looking to see harry hanging the key among a few others next to the door.

harry looked back to louis once more before he promptly left.

well , if that wasn't rushed...

a sigh left louis' lips as he was left in darkness again but threw his legs up and shifted in the bed. it wasn't exactly comfortable but it was so much better than the floor. his ass was just barely waking up from that.

he tossed and turned trying to find a good position before he got what he assumed was the best he would get and just let himself lay there.

louis couldn't help but try to push everything out of his head as he shut his eyes.

the last thing he needed was to get worked up right now.

but thirty minutes later he was sobbing softly. louis couldn't help himself.

he was scared and just wanted a fucking hug from his mother and for her to tell him it would be okay.

there was one problem with that though...

things weren't going to be okay.