Reuploaded story by lovelylovebites of Ao3
Stockholm Syndrome, when the hostage develops passionate feelings for their captor. However, Harry was the captor in this situation not the captive. But that didn't stop the curly-haired boy from falling for his forbidden hostage. He was given such one simple job, to kidnap and keep the richest man in Britain, Louis William Tomlinson, and he couldn't even do that without falling hopelessly in love with him. But the chance of Louis reciprocating those feelings are slim to none, because all he hopes for is a way to escape. Maybe, just maybe, somewhere along the way, Harry could make Louis feel the same. Maybe, Louis could fall for his captor.
Louis hated Harry. He was walking around like he was superior, thinking he was so hot and sexy. Well, Louis could see right through it. They had been in a band together for almost two years and Louis avoided him at any cost. What he couldn't avoid on the other hand was how fucking clumsy Harry was. One night Harry tripped on stage and pushed Louis over the edge.
While he was unconscious a woman appeared and told him that he had an old soul and that he had lived many lives. She said that she wanted to show him some of those lives to make him realize something. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, being unconscious and all that so he agreed.
So he went on some freaky journey in his mind and he couldn't even get away from Harry when he was passed out because every life he had lived included one certain green-eyed boy by his side...
Purely fictional. Trigger warning: death