"My parents will find me", Harry said, trying to sound strong, powerful.
"I doubt that."
Harry pressed his forehead against the door. "When I get out, I'll make sure you rot in prison."
"Do you really want to get out?" The voice said behind the door. It wasn't anything like 'oh my God, do you?' It was more like a 'yeah, ha ha, you keep telling that to yourself if it makes you happy'. It was clear that he already knew what Harry would answer.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. He felt tears burning behind his eyes but he refused to cry. He couldn't break down. Be strong, he repeated in his head. Don't cry. But he knew that eventually tears would come. Why? Because Harry knew that he is not getting out. He knew that he might not even want to get out. And that scared him. He wanted to stay strong, otherwise it would be too late and he would never get out. But deep inside he knew that it was too late already. Harry rubbed his eyes, and flinched when he heard his kidnapper's voice from the other side of the door.
"Do you, Harry?"
Harry fell to his knees. "I don't know", Harry whispered.
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Stockholm Syndrome ✔
Fanfiction"What I did a year ago I didn't do because of love. I didn't love you, Louis, I still don't love you. I just sympathized you, felt sorry for you- There's a difference and you if someone should have known that difference." After Harry Styles is kidna...
