That Stockholm Syndrome Moment

That Stockholm Syndrome Moment

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Harry Styles
In the corner of a small prison cell sat a young man. Facing the wall, he poured his thoughts into a small red notebook. ‘Today is my 216th day in prison. When I was kidnapped, it was our first concert in our 2015 tour. Come to think of it, that was probably my last concert ever. In this cell, there is a lot of time to do nothing, and so I think. A lot. Almost too much. But you know what? I hate-‘ The lights flickered on and dust fell from the ceiling with the vibrations of stomping footsteps.  The door slammed open, the journal dropping to the floor, left behind in a panicked rush. THIS BOOK IS THE IDEA AND PROPERTY OF ALICIA BERBIA (@berbali) ALL CREDIT MUST GO TO HER
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