Stockholm Syndrome || zarry au {COMPLETED}

one

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        When Harry woke up he only knew four things:

        1: This was not his house

        2: He was scared to death

        3: This bed was soft

        4: He had to pee

        He got up from the bed and went straight for the door but was painfully yanked back and it hurt. "The hell-" he started looking down to see a metal collar around his neck attached to a chain. He tried to pull it off but no luck. Okay, what the hell is going on, he thought.

        "Hello?" He called at the top of his lungs. "HELLO!" Maybe, that would get someone's attention. Nothing. At all. He sat on the bed and looked around at the cream walls and expensive looking furniture. This one room was 3x better than his whole home (and it smelt better. Like vanilla and honey).

        The before events rushed through his mind. The loud crashing sounds. His father. The cold voice.

        Suddenly the door opened cause him to scoot as far up the headboard as he could. A man in what looked like his mid-twenties walked in. He had dark, straight hair that went to a little past his ears, dark eyes, a tan complexion, strong jaw, and a cigarette perched between his plump lips. He was attractive, but that was the last thing on Harry's mind. "You're awake," the man said his voice muffled by his cigarette. It was the exact same voice from last night. He took it between his fingers and blew out the smoke. Harry immediately smelt the smoke and he mentally sighed to himself. He loved the smell of cigarettes.

        Harry tried to fight the urge to open his mouth, but he couldn't help it, "Why am I here?"

        The man smiled, "Your father seems to think he can take my drugs without profit, but it doesn't work that way."

        Harry immediately understood. Des wouldn't give the man money so he took Harry to make it even. Damn.

        The man stalked over to Harry, "Good trade, you're worth much more than sixty pounds." He trailed his finger down Harry's cheek, but Harry quickly slapped it away.

        "Don't touch me!" Harry snapped.

        "Feisty," the man laughed, "I'm Zayn."

        "And I don't give a fuck," Harry added.

        Zayn's eyes darkened with anger and he wrapped his hand around Harry's neck and squeezed just enough where Harry could breathe. Harry's head hit the wall behind him and he winced. "I don't appreciate your tone, love. You're going to find out soon who's boss around here, so shut your smart ass mouth before I do it myself." He let go of Harry who took a large breath and coughed harshly.

        "Go to hell," Harry said through coughs.

        Zayn gritted his teeth, "Fine then." He took out handcuffs and pinned Harry down restricting his arms behind his back. Harry jerked and yelled but it was no use. Zayn put the cuffs on Harry and released him. The harsh metal dug into Harry's skin when Zayn pulled Harry up by the chain connecting them. Harry was on his knees with his back pressed against Zayn who was still standing up.

        "Fuck you," Harry spat.

        "Oh, trust me, baby," Zayn purred in his ear, "you will soon." Then he left the room.

        Harry then screamed. He screamed as loud as he could. He wanted to go home no matter if a druggie father was there. He just didn't want to be here.

        Or so he thought.

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Okay, buy now you guys know I don't write long chapters...

Thank you anyone who is reading this so far!

OH! AND REMEMBER guys this is a SHORT STORY it'll probably be a little bit longer than "he's real" but I haven't decided yet. Also, since this is in fact a SHORT STORY then things will progress quickly. I don't mean that in a way that Zarry will be feeding each other grapes and banging till dawn in the third chapter. I mean things will just happen faster than in a longer story. Okay.

Love to you all!

Tori xx

(BTW I'm still trying to work out what's going to happen so expect slow updates)