One Direction+3
Stockholm Syndrome Larry
by British_1D_Irish
"What do you think you're doing, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutely terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side."Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again.He passed the room that I was was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breathe faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. i didn't like what I couldn't see.I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear, and he slowly whispered out, "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."