Stockholm Syndrome

Alice's POV

"Where am I?" I asked the blonde boy. "Safe." He replied. I looked around and noticed I was in what looked like a guy's bedroom. "Is this your bedroom?" I asked him. "Sure is. Like it? After all, you're gonna be staying here for quite a bit." He responded, taking my hand in his and kissing my knuckles. "What do you mean I'm going to be here for a while?" I asked, puzzled. My head is still kind of groggy. "Just that. Believe me, you're not going anywhere." he told me, looking past me in a daze. Suddenly, his phone started to buzz. He looked at it and rolled his eyes. "Damn it Harry! What do you want?" he walked into the bathroom and shut the door half way. I wondered who Harry is. "What? Yeah. Yeah, I got her, she's here. Yes, in my bed." I could only hear the blonde's half of the conversation which made it rather confusing. "Excuse me?" I yelled hoarsely, trying to get him to hear me. "Can I speak to Emma please?" I asked him, after a bit of a coughing fit. "What love? Sorry, I'm on the phone." He replied, looking a little annoyed that I had just interrupted his phone call. He shut the door once more, and I caught the last bit of his conversation. "Yeah, just come over. ------- Okay, see you in a bit Harry. Oh! Tell Zayn to come over too. Thanks."

"Now, what was it you wanted Princess?" He asked me as he walked out of the bathroom and got out a change of clothes. I assumed he was going to get cleaned up before his friends came over. "Can I call Emma?" I asked once more. "No!" He said, slamming his dresser drawer. I was startled, but asked "Why not?". "Because. You just can't. Okay?" "Well, when can I?" "I don't know. Tomorrow maybe." I sighed. "Fine."

He went to take his shower, so I decided I'd do a little exploring to see what his house was like. I crept down his red carpeted stairs and into a big living room. There were some pictures on the mantle of people that I assumed were his family. There was also a group shot of him with four other boys whose faces were all oddly familiar. I continued my exploration, opening a door which led into a man-cave like room. The walls were lined with shelves holding guitars, trophies, movies, and a few books. "Obviously nit a very agid reader." I thought to myself. Nonetheless I found myself taking down one of the guitars and playing a tune that had been stuck in my head all evening. I tried to remember the words, but my whole mind was mush. As I was playing the last few bars of the second measure, the boy ran into the room with a frightened look on his face. "Oh my gosh Alice! Don't leave like that!" He said, sitting down next to me on the round ottoman. "How do you know my name?" I asked, continuing the song. "Well... Uh, I knew you from school." "I went to an all girl school, wait, what is your name?" "I knew that, and, it's Niall." "Oh, okay Niall." I said, making sure to emphasize his name. "What's that you were playing?" He asked me, but I had the odd feeling that he already knew. "Dunno, I can't seem to remembe what it is." He started to hum along as I strummed the guitar, and eventually began singing. "The story of my life I take her home, I drive all night to keep her warm, and ti-i-ime is fro-o-o-ozen" he had a beautiful voice. Again, it sounded really familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I strummed a few more notes whenthe doorbell rang. "Coming" Niall yelled. "Stay here Alice." He told me. I nodded and hung the guitar back where I had gotten it. When the door was opened I heard a lot of laughing and back-slapping. "So where is she?" I heard a, was that Bradford, accent ask. "She's probably in bed, waiting for Niall to go back to her." Another, deeper, accent said." I scowled when he said that. "Really Harry? No, she's in the cave." I heard Niall answer whomever he was talking to. Then it clicked. It must be the guys he was talking to on the phone. There was a lot of shoes scuffling on ghe wooden floors, which I forgot to mention are beautiful, and two boys followed Niall into the room. One of them had perfectly curly brown hair and beautiful green eyes, and the other had dark brown hair and kind looking brown eyes. "Alice, I'd like you to meet my friends, Harry," Niall said, pointing to the boy with the curly hair, "And Zayn." this time gesturing towards the boy with the brown eyes. "Hi." They said in unison. "Hello." I replied, suddenly shy. Only then did I notice Harry staring at my legs, which I then realized weren't covered except for a bit of the oversized tshirt I was wearing. I blushed and tried to cover my legs, and Niall hit Harry on the shoulder, getting him to snap out of it. "Maybe we should get you something more to wear." Niall stated, taking me by the hand and leading me to the door. "We'll be right back." He said to the other boys as he led me out of the room and back upstairs.

Notes

Thank goodness I got through another chapter! I know it's kind of bad, but I had my last few midterms today and I had to work on an essay. I'm also going to try to update my other story. Anyways, hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

P.S. I'll probably have a few more chapters up tomorrow, there's a big snow storm where I am so I'll probably get the day off. Yay! If you have any suggestions or questions or just want to chat with somebody let me know!

Xoxo. Amanda