Stockholm Syndrome

I shuffle from one foot to my other one as I stand beside Niall Horan while he buys the tickets. Our entrance into the airport had been somewhat weird. People kept giving us weird stares as if they knew something was up, but quickly turned the other direction when Niall glared at them. I could not believe that nobody recognises him. He's an international criminal for Pete sake!

"Enjoy your flight." The woman says handing Niall the tickets. Niall mumbled something under his breath that I didn't quite catch. Probably something rude... The woman didn't seem to notice and turned to smile at me. "You too Miss. I hope you and your boyfriend enjoy your time in Holland." She winks. My face pales. I wanted to tell her. Tell her that he's not my boyfriend. That he's a dangerous criminal holding me captive. But if I did, Niall would kill me before I could even blink. I risk a glance at the criminal and look away when he gives me a hard and warning glare.

I gulp, sweat gathering in the palms of my hands. "T-thank y-you Ma'am..." I choke out with a weak smile. Niall grabs my arm harshly and drags me along the airport hallways. "You made a good choice back there bluebird." He says coldly. I wince when he uses my brother nickname for me. "One word to anybody and I'll slit your fucking throat." I imagined the blade slicing through my neck, blood spurting out, going everywhere. All of the walls, the floor, my clothes. The wound sliced so deep into my neck, it felt like my head was going to roll off. The blood oozing out my nose and mouth, suffocating me as my hands scrambled to my throat as if it would stop the constant flow of the warm sticky substance. All I could taste was the salty, iron flavoured blood. I couldn't rid myself of it. All I saw was red...

I gulp. My neck suddenly felt very weird.
(Time skip >>>>>)
We managed to board the plane without too much trouble. I was slightly amazed and not to mention scared when we passed through the security gates and Niall went through undetected. He was carrying a gun and a knife and it didn’t show up on the metal detectors at all! And this is the guy who was kidnapping me. I was roughly pushed into the window seat while Niall sat on the end. “Give me your wrist.” He demanded. I looked at him slightly worried and scared. “W-what for?” I asked. He rolled his eyes before roughly grabbing my left wrist. “Do as I say!” He hissed under his breath. I nodded fearfully. God! I never knew that one person could make me feel as scared as I am when around Niall. Niall proceeded to pull out something silver and shiny and I automatically flinched and tried to pull my hand back to which Niall tightened his grip on. “Calm your tits.” He rolled his eyes. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain. I felt something cool and metallic on my wrist but it didn’t hurt.
I reopened my eyes and saw a silver band enclosed around my wrist. I looked up at Niall confused. “It’s a tracking device so don’t even try to escape because I will find you.” He explained. I look at the silver band, running my finger over the smooth metal. “Oh and don’t even think of trying to take it off. It’ll leave you a little surprise.” He added with a smirk. My eyes widened. I doubt it’s a good surprise. “Ladies and Gentleman, please fasten your seatbelts. The plane is about to take off.” The hostess said over the speakers, the seatbelt light flashing red. I buckled my seatbelt with shaky hands. I had never been on a plane before so this was quite a nerve wrecking experience for me. My leg continued to bounce up and down – something I did when I was nervous. “Sit still.” Niall said, sounding annoyed. I stopped and turned to look out the window. It lasted only a few seconds before I started to do it again.
Niall angrily placed his hand on my thigh. “Don’t.” He growled. I nod my head furiously and Niall removes his hand. Let’s just say my leg didn’t bounce anymore after that. My hands gripped the seat handles as the plane gained altitude, my back pressing itself further and further into the seat I thought I would fall through it. “Ladies and gentlemen. We are now at the appropriate cruising altitude. You are now free to remove your seatbelts. Please enjoy your flight.” The air hostess smiled.
I gladly removed the seatbelt and sunk into my chair. Niall muffled a laugh when he saw me. He leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, his Irish accent thick and husky. “Trust me bluebird, this is the least of your fears. I’ll show you fear in between the sheets.” My eyes widened for perhaps the hundredth time in the past 24 hours. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. Oh God help me! I didn’t need or want him to prove it.
Two hours into the flight, I was beginning to become bored. I remembered leaving my phone in my Jeep back in Barcelona along with anything else that was remotely entertaining. That’s when it hit me. Niall must have a phone. Maybe he’ll let me use it. I turned to look at Niall who was staring off into the distance. “Niall?” I sounded like a mouse my voice was so quiet. Said man turned to look at me with a bored and somewhat amused look. “What?” I took in a deep breath. “Can I use your phone?” I ask, the words tumbling out my mouth before I could stop them.
“No.” He said flatly all traces of amusement disappearing. “Please?” I beg. Niall rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I said no.” I frown. Can’t he see that I have no source of entertainment? “But I’m bored.” I complained. Niall rubbed his face with his hands and I knew he would yell at me if I continued. “I don’t give a shit!” He rubbed his temples. “God if I knew you were this fucking annoying I would’ve killed you first thing.” He muttered. I open my mouth when Niall cuts me off. “How about I cure your boredom or more so entertain myself.” He smirked. I remained silent as I sunk in my seat, defeated. “That’s what I thought now shut the fuck up before I do something you’ll regret.”
I crossed my arms and puffed out my cheeks at an attempt to be angry. “Hi, would you to like something to eat or drink?” I look to my right and see one of the air hostess’s smiling at us. “Two cokes.” Niall said. The lady looked at me for approval and I nodded my head. “Enjoy the rest of your flight. Just call if you need anything.” She smiled sweetly before moving to the people sitting in front of us. Yeah. I need the police to arrest the guy sitting next to me! I didn’t dare say it out loud for the fact that Niall could kill me in three seconds flat along with everyone else in this plane.
Niall chucked my Coke in my lap. “Don’t say I didn’t do anything for you.” He grumbled. I nodded before gleefully opening my drink, relishing in the sugary coolness as it touched my lips and slid down my throat. “Thank you.” I said with a tiny smile. Niall rolled his eyes and proceeding to drink his own. “Just shut up and drink the damn thing.” He snapped. I flinched at his harsh tone before returning to my drink.
About another two hours past of our seven hour flight and I had finished my Coke and my boredom was starting to return. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, trying to find the right position to sleep in. There was something in my pocket. I secretly felt around when I realised it was my lipstick. An idea formed in my head in an instant. Probably one of my last chances before landing in Holland. Someone’s bound to notice it. I looked at Niall and saw his eyes were closed. I waved my hand in front of his face a few times just to be sure. When I got no response, I stood up quietly and snuck out of my seat. I was almost out when Niall caught my hand in a vice like grip. Oh crap! “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He asked, opening his eyes to glare at me. “T-t-to the bathroom. I need to pee from all the coke I drank.” I lied. Niall stared me down before letting go of my hand. “Five minutes. Go.” He muttered, closing his eyes again.
I walk hurriedly to the small toilet and shut and lock the door. I slid against the wall, crying my eyes out. I couldn’t believe what was happening right now. One moment I was at the Deli and the next thing I know I’m kidnapped and on a plane to Holland! I dig my hand into my pocket and pull out the red lipstick.
This was it. I gathered up all my courage and wrote with shaky hands ‘Help! Been kidnapped by Niall Horan! Seat 12C.’ I stood back and looked over what I wrote. Just enough for people to know what’s going on. I put my lipstick back into my pocket and fix up my tear streaked face.
My hand hovers over the door knob. I inhale a deep breath and swing open the door. Before I have time to scream Niall places his hand over my mouth and shoves me back into the bathroom. He shuts and locks the door behind him. He pushes me up against the wall and pressed his knife against my throat.
“You just don’t fucking learn do ya bluebird?” He hissed. His eyes drifted to the bathroom mirror and I regretted ever writing it. Niall laughed and I looked at him both confused and scared. “Do you really think that something like this would stop me?” He smirked. “I could kill every single fucking person on this fucking plane and you wouldn’t be any better off sweetheart.” He taunted.
My scream was muffled by his hand as he pressed the blade further into my neck. I saw a small trail of blood decorate the silver knife. “Do I need to remind you what happens to naughty girls?” he taunted.
I stood perfectly still. “That’s what I thought. You’re lucky we need you or else I would’ve finished you hours ago.” He sneered. He retracted the blade and removed his hand from my mouth. His hand slid into my pocket and pulled out my lipstick and threw it in the trash can. “You won’t be needing that anytime soon.”
He grabbed a whole bunch of paper towels and clean my message of the mirror. He looked at me and then at my neck. “Clean yourself up.” He said and left the small bathroom. I let out a shaky uneven breath. I grabbed some paper towels and ran them under the tape lightly before dapping at my neck.
After the cut had stopped bleeding I existed the cubical and returned to me seat. When I got back I noticed Niall talking to someone on his phone. “Good. Outside the airport.” I heard him say before he hung up.
I quietly sat in my seat. I nervously played with the ends of my hair, twirling it around my fingers. “Ladies and Gentleman. Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare to land.” The hostess announced. I buckled my seatbelt and gripped the armrest like I did when we departed.
I squeezed my eyes shut and silently prayed that the plane wouldn’t crash. “Are you okay Miss?” The hostess asked but I ignored her. “Is she okay?” Niall nodded and put on a fake smile. “Yeah she’s fine. Afraid of heights is all.” He explained grabbing my hand in his larger ones.
The hostess smiled in understanding and left. I expected Niall to let go of my hand but was shocked when he didn’t. I looked at him questioningly. “Don’t. Say. A. Word.” He said through gritted teeth.
I drew my lips into a thin line and pretended to zip them up. I felt the plane dip and squeezed Niall’s hand. I almost fell out my seat if it wasn’t for the seatbelt when the plane landed on the tarmac.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. We have now landed in Holland. You a free to remove your seatbelts. Enjoy your holidays.” Everyone got up and went looking for their luggage. Niall yanked his hand from mine and wiped it on his shirt.
“God you’re hand’s sweaty.” He groaned. Yeah that happens when I’m nervous. It happens to a lot of people. I said to myself.
As soon as I hopped of the plane, I was greeted by the winter weather of Holland. It just looked so beautiful the way the snow painted the ground in a blanket of white fluff. I felt Niall grip my arm as we made our way inside the huge airport.
Boy, today sure is busy. I think to myself as I look around the busy airport. I could barely keep up with Niall as he dragged me through the mass of bodies.I continued to glance around. Come on Heidi. What would big brother do?
He would try any attempts of escaping, that what! I gulped. There was a high risk that Niall would find me again and I'd regret ever trying to escape. But it was human nature to try and escape when one's life is in danger. I bite my lip before gaining enough confidence. I take a deep breath and yank my arm out of Niall's grip and run!

Niall stood there shocked for a minute before I could hear his angry footsteps chasing after me. I mentally thanked every single person I pushed and shoved out the way, trying to lose myself in the giant crowd. I risked a glance over my shoulder, and panicked when I couldn't see him anymore but that panic had soon turned into that of relief and happiness. I had finally lost him. I smile and slow down my pace to a walk. I could just smell the freedom.
I walked out the airport and into the car park. I needed to tell someone what was going on. I couldn’t risk Niall spotting me and taking me away again. My eyes scanned the car park and I spotted a man no more than twenty with curly brown hair.
I ran over to him. “Excuse me? Do you speak English?” I ask. The man stares at me blankly with furrowed brows. I throw my arms up in the air. “I need to find someone that speaks English.” I groan.
The curly haired man burst out into laughter. “I’m only joking! Yes I speak English.” He said in a British accent. “Listen. I’ve been kidnapped by Niall Horan. I managed to lose him in the crowd of the airport. You need to help me.” I say hysterically
His eyes widen as he processes the new information he was just given. He wipes out his phone and dials a number. “I’ve found her.” He says. I breathe a sigh of relief. Finally I get to see my brother again.
The young man puts away his phone and places both hands on my shoulders. “Heidi, you shouldn’t run away from Niall. You don’t want to see him lose his temper.” He advised.
It takes me a while to process what he just said. “What? I don’t understand… How-“That’s when it hit me. He was one of them. He was a part of One Direction. I back away slowly. “You’re one of them…” I gasp.
I turn to run away when I see three guys standing behind me with crossed arms. I was cornered. A hand covered my mouth from behind me and I struggled for air. My vision started to blur and I felt my eyes lids becoming heavy.
“Welcome to Holland Heidi Thompson.” An Irish voice purred into my ear. That was the last thing I heard before I fell limp to the ground.

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