Stockholm Syndrome

A/N: Sorry to keep you lovely people waiting. Had a little bit of writer's block with this chapter and I've had exams this week (my last one was on Friday 12) so now I can finally update all my starts and start posting new ones!!! Sorry about how the story ended btw :P I couldn't think of anything.
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Holland - Amsterdam
Night time

My entire body felt heavy. My head felt like it just got slammed into a brick wall. HARD! I tried to move my arms but something wouldn't let me. I could feel them being forced behind my back, as if they'd been tied by rope or something. I opened my eyes but couldn't see anything. Everything was black. What's going on!? Why can't I move!? Why can't I see anything!?

I began to hyperventilate. I didn't do so well in tight spaces. I tried to scream but they came out as muffled groans. There was something sticky against my mouth. I had no idea where I was or what happened to me. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the continuous ache in my head.

I remember running away from Niall at the airport and I… Oh yeah! That guy with the curly hair was with Niall. It was a trap! Niall must've called him after I ran away. The last thing I remember was Niall whispering in my ear before everything went black… and everything continues to stay black.

I stopped my thoughts when I heard muffled voices. I strained my ears as I tried to hear who they belonged to. Must be Niall and that other guy. Never in my life did I for one fraction of a millisecond think that I would be kidnapped by an international criminal gang.

That's when I remembered the metal bracelet around my wrist. I was so dumb to think that I could try and escape when they have me tracked. I am so stupid.

My eyebrows furrowed together when I felt everything vibrating softly around me and a light humming sound filled my ears. Huh that's funny. I could feel myself rolling around the tiny space, my head banging on something hard each time. I groan in pain. This wasn't lessening the pain in my head and only seemed to make my headache even more worse.

I must be in the boot of a car or something. It was the only logical option. Couldn't they at least put me in the backseat!? I was jolted forward when the car suddenly stopped moving. I felt like vomiting. The voices had stopped and everything was quiet.

I heard the boot door open but I still couldn't see anything. "Have a nice ride Princess?" My stomach churned at the voice. If only he could see my death glare right now! No I didn't jerk weed! I hate you! You no good filthy disgusting pig of a human being! You and your band of reprobates can rot in hell! That's what I wanted to say but everything I tried to say came out as muffled shouts and screams. Niall just laughed at me and pulled me out the boot.

Niall lifted me out the boot and flung me over his shoulder. This sudden motion caused me to actually vomit in my mouth. It was disgusting. I kicked my legs and twisted and turned, trying to get him to drop me. "Quit you're squirming!" I could hear the eye roll in his voice, that sadistic prick!

"Looks this we got ourselves a feisty one." a voice chuckled from behind Niall. Must be the guy with curly hair from the airport. I heard the jingling of keys and the opening of the door. This was it. This whole realisation of this situation has finally sunk in. I was never going home. I was never going to see my brother again.

I had no idea what they wanted from me; whether they wanted to kill me, rape me… just the thought of it made me sick.

"Oi Niall! Welcome back." a voice shouted. A voice I didn’t recognise. I felt Niall shift his weight underneath me and didn't realise what he was doing until I was harshly dumped on the floor, my head making contact with the hard floor. The pounding in my head intensified and black spots slowly crept in the corner of my vision.

"Is this her?" another voice asked. "She's a small little thing this one." a fourth voice said. Where are all these voices coming from. I felt so vulnerable not being able to see anything or use my hands to defend myself. Not that that’s going to do me any good…

I manage to stand on my feet albeit kind of wobbly. That's when I felt hands at the back of my head. My entire body tensed when all of a sudden light invaded my sight. I blinked a few times to un-blur my vision when I saw… them.

Okay, I think I prefer having the blind fold on. I think as I slowly step back into something firm. I look up and see Niall standing behind me, looking down at me with a smirk. "Leaving so soon princess?" He mocks. "And without meeting the rest of the crew?" He says with fake hurt.

"This is Harry. You met him at the airport." Niall says pointing to the guy with the brown curly hair. He flashes me a smile. So that's his name. He must've been the guy Niall was talking to on the phone as I left the bathroom. Everything seems to click. No wonder, how he'd caught me. Niall must've known I would run and called back up. "Be careful with this one. He likes it rough." Niall whispered in my ear. Great, just what I needed… NOT!

"Then we have Zayn." I followed his finger that pointed to the guy with black hair. To say he looked handsome was kind of an understatement. He had this air of mystery around him but there was something about him that screamed out 'DANGEROUS!' Zayn nods his head in reply.

"And Liam." My eyes moved to focus on the guy with brown hair styled into a quiff. I noticed the muscles he had on him and made a mental note not to mess with him. Scratch that! Make a mental note not to mess with any of them! I rethink.

"Lastly we have Louis." My eyes landed onto the boy with brown hair swept to the said. Like all the other boys, we had quite the collection of tattoos and to me that made him all the more ________.

I didn't say anything. Well, correction. I couldn't say anything. The duct tape was still on my mouth. Louis seemed to read my mind and stepped closer to me. On instinct I took a step back but once again was stopped by Niall as he held my arms.

"Relax sweetheart. I ain't gonna do anything to you." He said. "Well at least not yet anyways." He smirked making all the boys including Niall chuckle. His hand reached for my face and I flinched, my whole body stiffening as his hand made contact with my face.

Without warning, he ripped the tape off my mouth. I let out a small squeak as I felt a small sting. I desperately wished my hands were free so I could sooth the soreness. I tried not to show that it hurt but I think my squeal gave it away. "Looks like someone has a low pain tolerance." Louis joked.

"We'll have to test that theory won't we?" Zayn added and I gulped. "Heidi Thompson, Welcome to our hideout." Niall exclaimed as if it was the best thing in the world. Glancing around the room, I was surprised at how, well, nice and clean it looked.

I always thought that criminals lived in messy abandoned warehouses but I was proved wrong. "Not what you expected huh bluebird?" Niall taunted. I shook my head as I reply. "Liam, take her upstairs to my room and untie her ropes. When you finish I need to talk to all of you." Niall ordered. Yup, he was their leader all right.

Liam nodded his head and Niall shoved me in his direction. I tried to stop myself from falling face first into the ground but luckily Liam caught me. Without saying a word, he proceeds to pick me up but not as roughly as Niall had and carried on walking upstairs.

Oh God, what was Niall going to do to me? A million scenario's ran through my head and each one succeeded in making me more and more scared. Liam placed me gently on my feet and led me inside Niall's room. "So… Heidi right?" Liam asked as he bent down to untie the rope at my ankles. "Y-yeah." He was taking this whole situation as if they weren't international criminals and that scared me.

"I'm Liam Payne." He said, moving to untie my wrists. I immediately rubs my wrists. The ropes had dug into my skin creating bruises around my entire wrists. It had started to turn purply-blue. They felt so numb, like it was asleep.

"So how old are you Heidi?" He asks as he stands up and looks at me. I strain my neck to look at him properly. Gosh he's tall! "1-18." I stutter. Liam seemed to mull my answer over with a thoughtful look on his face. "Wow, Niall went really young this time." He said but it sounded like he was talking to himself.

I was confused. What did he mean 'Niall went really young?' Was he referring to me? Was I the youngest girl he kidnapped? I didn't dwell on it for too long or asked him what he meant. I didn't really want to know about Niall's past to be honest.

"You know, Niall isn't as bad as you think." Liam said. God can everyone read my thoughts around here!? "I find that hard to believe." I mutter under my breath. Liam shook his head. "We all have our reasons for doing what we do." He continued.

"I don't care!" I didn't care. They're monsters. I don't care what their backstory is! "Fair enough." He said and turned on his heel and headed for the door. "Just a head sup, I wouldn't speak to Niall the way you did to me. Niall is a lot less forgiving." he says over his shoulder before closing the door.

I crawled onto the bed and brought my knees up to my chest and hid my face in my hands. Why me! Why did this have to happen to me of all people! Of course I wouldn't want to wish this on anybody else but I didn't want it to happen to me either.

I lift my head and look around the room. The walls were of a cream-ish colour and had different photo-frames handing here and there. He had a medium sized walk in wardrobe and a small desk was in the corner of the room furthest away from the door and adjacent to the bed.

Five minutes had passed and I haven’t moved from my position. My eyes wonder down to the metal bracelet around my wrist and find myself running my fingers over the smooth metal. I let my head fall into my knees. I heard the door open but I didn't budge. I was too scared too.

I heard the door close again and the person made a loud groan. "Are ya cryin'? Because if so, I got a nice spot for you in the basement." Niall said. I lift my head to look up and his blue eyes pierce my own so I looked away. "I'm not crying…" I whisper. At least not on the outside…

"There are a few rules around here, that you must follow or you'll end up like all the other bitches who didn't." Niall said making me look back at him. He began to walk closer to me and I just sat there frozen like a deer in headlights. "1) No escaping. You not in a public place so I won't hesitate to hurt you. 2) You do as I say, when I say where I say. Understand so far bluebird?"

I nod my head quickly. "3)Do not speak unless spoken to." By now, I was laying down with my back pressed against the mattress as Niall hovered over me. "And lastly rule number 4. Any breaking of the rules and you'll end up with a one way ticket to torture-ville." He said. I tried to look anywhere but his face for fear that I couldn't look away.

In the end I was forced to look at him when he gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger so that I was looking directly at him. "Am I clear bluebird?" He asked. I nod my head. "I want to hear you say it!" He growled, pressing me further into the bed. "Y-yes!" I squeak. "Good." He said before lifting himself up and walking somewhere in the room.

I slowly got up from the bed and stood by the window next to his desk. I bit my lip as I looked at the window. Maybe I could jump out and run to the nearest police station… I mentally slap myself. Was I really that stupid? Niall had just finished explaining the rules and here I am already thinking about breaking the first rule. It was no use anyway, they'd find me and I'd probably end up dead. It wouldn't be fair on big brother so I made the decision to stay put.

I was snapped out my thoughts when something soft was thrown at my face. "Get changed." Niall snapped as he plonked himself on his bed. I look at the clothes he threw me. A large white tank top with a pair of black track pants. "Aren't you changing?" I asked slightly curious. He was still wearing his jeans and jumper. Niall rolled his eyes. "Who are you? My mother?" he scoffed rudely.

I refrained myself from saying 'Well, obviously your mother isn't very good at her job' knowing very well that it would probably end up with me having a bullet to the head. I continued to stand were I was and stared at the clothes in my hand. "Are you going to get changed or what?" Niall snapped. "Are you going to look away?" I ask.

Niall scoffs and places his arms behind his head as he watches me with a smirk. "Nope." Okay, just breathe… I turned around so my back was facing him and I could feel his stare. With shaky hands I remove my shorts and shoes and put on the track pants, rolling them up a couple times at the waist to keep them up. My shaky hands gripped the bottom of my shirt as I pulled it over my head.

I tried to ignore the wolf whistles Niall threw at me as I put on the tank top. I look down at the shirt and sigh. It didn't even cover my chest properly it was so big and loose, you could see the left bra cup. I tried adjusting it but it kept on falling down again.

"I have to admit bluebird, you look hot in my clothes." Niall winked as I turned around to face him. The room was engulfed by silence. It wasn't awkward as it was creepy. I continued to stand beside the desk, not knowing what to do next. I was tired but I didn't want to sleep in the same bed as that monster. Niall must noticed my frozen state and let out an annoyed sigh.

He has no tolerance for me whatsoever… "Are ya just going to fucking stand there like a retard or are you going to get into bed?" He asked, giving me a what-the-fuck's-your-problem kind of face. "I'd rather sleep on the floor." The words came tumbling out my mouth before I could stop them. Niall gave me a long hard stare.

He got up from the bed and rummaged through his cupboard and pulled out a pillow and blanket and chucked it at me. I just barely managed to catch them. "Suit yourself." he huffed and climbed back into his bed with his back facing me.

I let out a shaky breathe and set up my makeshift bed by the window. After making myself comfortable, I lose myself in my thoughts.

I wonder if big brother has found out that I've gone missing yet? Has he sent out a search party? Does he miss me? I turned my gaze to look outside the window and up at the sky. Just looking p at the stars reminding me of the time when big brother and I would sit on the roof at night and just stare at the stars. Staring at them almost made me forget where I was… almost.

I roll over and snuggle up beneath the blanket Niall gave, burying my face in the pillow as I cried myself to sleep, ushering on last thought.

I love you big brother…

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