Stockholm Syndrome {Larry Stylinson AU}

Chapter 6

 I can't stand having these thoughts , I find it uncomfortable to have interest in men.

Even though that throughout my life I haven't really had interest in women.

Im just going crazy right now , it's too much for my mind to process.

     All these thoughts about wheter my decisions were good or bad.

 I try to calm down and think about my mom ,how I now know that she's fine , I can't wait to bring her here , I realize how I have a warm place to stay while she needs to wrap plenty of blankets around her. Maybe she thinks im turning into Gemma , sneaking off and leaving her.

   But she dosen't know the story.

It's like if she's here with me , like if her presence is present.

  " I was right , you really do need a shower " 

I open my eyes instantly , they meet Louis' blue one's .

He's looking down at me with a gross look , " Excuse me? " , I say.

"Have you seen your face ? you still have some mud in it "

"What are you doing? I thought your legs still hurt , and what about your lower core?" , I ask

"It's getting better , all that rest really did pay off" , he says with a devishly looking smile , he gets an empty cup and fills it with hot water.

"How about you go take a shower?"

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I look at myself in the mirror , I have dark circles under my eyes and some scratches , a small buff of hair is starting to show on my face.

My hair is tied up in knots.

I've never taken a shower like this before , im used to heating up cold water and wash my body with it.

The pleasure of the hot water on my bruised skin is .. amazing.

I wash my hair and scrub my body , my face stings as I have a cut near my bottom lip.

I saddly get out of the shower and grab a blue towel , drying my body until all the moist is gone , I leave my hair wet as I take my old clothes and put them back on.

"Did you finally have some time to enjoy yourself? " , Louis asks as I open the door , "Yeah it was great , I've never had a shower like that before" , I answer as I walk downstairs.

I sit on the couch and wait for him to sit too , " Your family is..

"Poor" , I make out as I look at him , he looks down.

He stands up and offers me a drink , I refuse.

He gives his tea a few stirs , " You called your mom didn't you? "

Shit

"How do you know?"

"The phone wasn't like that" , he says with gritted teeth

"Did you tell her..that you were here?"

"No , I just called her to tell her that-

"You disobeyed me"

Damn this boy , is he my father or something?

"So?"

"Just because you helped me dosen't mean that you can do anything you want , I strictly told you to obey my rules",He sets his cup down and looks at me with hatred in his eyes.

"Why do you have to be like this? can't you see how bad my life is? I mean , look at yourself! no wonder why you have no family! they probably left you because you kept on waving your gun around the streets and hurting poor people"

Hey , im tired of being thrown around like this , im no puppet.

"Don't change the topic Styles! you know you did wrong , I don't care about what you told your mom! you disobeyed-

"Ofcourse you don't even care about my mom or my life whatsoever , so what if I called her , atleast I care about my mother , unlike you , I bet she's dead because you DIDN'T FUCKING CARE  " , im in anger right now , so what if he kidnapped me? so what if he has a gun?

Im not his child , he's not my boss , If he's not going to let me have my freedom then I won't let him speak to me this way.

"Your right , but the thing is" , His voice was harsh , but some vibratto was going in it.

He bit his lip as he looked at me , " I wasn't the one that killed her. ".

He walked upstairs , leaving me in confusion , I wasn't surprised because of the fact that he didn't hurt me.But because of my words.

I was stupid , this was a touching subject for him , and I think I just made Louis hate me even more , but my hatred towards him has grown into sadness.

Maybe him being in a gang has something to do with his mother being dead.

Now I feel like the bad one.

***

It's been four hours since I found out about Louis' mom and the guilt hasn't left me , the living room is dark and my hair has dried.

I try to get the pieces of information that I've gotten out of Louis , but it's too confusing.

I get up and use the red light of the microwave to find my way to the kitchen , I cringe at the sound of glass breaking , what did I step on now?

I look down, but I can't see anything but my socks.

But I see a dim light coming from upstairs.

***

"Louis!", I yell as I try to find him , but his room is empty ,nothing but empty bottles of beer and cigarette boxes , I look around , theres a small box that catches my attention but the sound of running water cuts my thoughts

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This sounds cliche , but it all has a reason to it , trust me.

Poor louiss:(

Do you think he did it on purpose?

or maybe he just dosen't have control of his actions..

He's going cray cray yall  \(-_-)/

NO CONTROL

NO CONTROOOOOL

POWERLESS

ok um..

Ik this chapter was short but guess what?

IMA UPDATE TOMORROW! AND THE NEXT DAY AND THE NEXT DAY

Cuz it's springbreakk.

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