Stockholm Syndrome // h.s

chapter six

When I woke up the next morning I slowly start to remember all of the things I have to accomplish today. I was not only incredibly nervous that it would fail but I was also excited because this could be my chance to finally be free from Harry. I really wanted to just get up right now and grab Harry's phone and send the email but I knew I had to be careful. I lazily climb out of the bed and knock on the door, pleading for Harry to unlock the door.

"What the fvck do you want?" Harry growls from the kitchen.

"Can you please unlock the door, I need to shower," I say, attempting to keep a calm voice. I hear Harry sigh and then he starts walking towards the door and unlocks it.

I rush past him, hoping to avoid any talking but he grabs my arm to stop me from going any farther.

"This is the first time you are going to take a shower here- don't try any funny business, I promise you will regret it," Harry says. I keep my head down avoid his gaze and don't reply to his comment. He finally realizes my arm and I continue walking towards the bathroom.

"Oh, by the way the towels are in the bottom right cabinet," Harry adds. I nod my head and enter the bathroom. I shut the door and lock it- this was the only room in the house besides Harry's room that locks on the inside, all the other doors locked from the outside. I turn on the water and start the shower and step into the warm water. I take my time washing my hair and body knowing I will be stir crazy waiting for the time to execute my plan, so I had all of the time in the world.

After my hands and feet have pruned I finally step out of the shower and dry off with a towel I found in the spot that Harry had suggested it would be located. I had left my clothes in the room, the same clothes that I have been wearing all day and all night since the time I was kidnapped. I grab some toilet paper and rap the towel around me, unlock the door and head towards my room.

Thankfully Harry doesn't notice that I have gotten out of the shower- that or he isn't in the house. According to my mental schedule of Harry's day he should either be eating breakfast or be out of the house somewhere. After I change back into the incredible dirty clothes, I try to hear if Harry is here or not. After a few seconds I hear footsteps nearing my door then Harry enters my room without knocking and throws a bag filled with something at me.

I glance at the bag and then look at Harry with a confused look.

"Well um I was thinking that you might need some more clothes so I got some while I was out," Harry says while scratching the back of his neck, looking towards the ground. I honestly am completely surprised by this kind gesture, I'm guessing he could possibly be guilty about what happened the other night. Harry really doesn't seem like the person to be guilty but at least now I had some more clothes to wear.

"Um thanks I guess." Harry nods, looks around and then leaves the room locking the door behind him. He always locks the door while he goes out of the house but thankfully he rarely does when he is in the house. I finally open the bag with curiosity wondering what kind of clothes he could have bought me.

What the fvck. How did Harry even know what my size was?Then I remember Harry knew things about me that I have not told him so he probably was stalking me or something before he captured me.

I felt so strange and confused about him bringing me the clothes but I decided to ignore it and instead focus on carrying out the plan. I still need to write down what I was going to say in the email on the toilet paper I grabbed from the bathroom with the pen I found on the floor. Writing it down should allow me to send the email faster.

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Today for dinner instead of bringing it to my room Harry insisted that I eat with him in the kitchen. He shoves a bowl of soup in front of my face and starts eating his own bowl. I sat staring at the bowl of soup wishing that I could be in the room- planning and probably worrying about what I will be attempting soon after eating. I desperately wanted to bring up the clothes that Harry purchased for me- I was still very confused but I couldn't afford for him to be upset so I kept my thoughts to myself.

"Eat your food, do not let it go to waste," Harry demands. In order for the plan to go through tonight he can't get mad at me and lock me in my room so I give up and start eating. He watches me intently and my hand holding the spoon shakes under his burning gaze. After I finished my soup I head off to the bedroom without giving Harry a second glance.

"Hey, where do you think your going?" Harry asks.

"I was just going to my room to relax for a bit."

"Next time wait until I tell you before you leave, I will let it slide this time." Harry says then stalks away, thankfully he was a decently good mood. Once I get into my room I grab the toilet paper hidden under my pillow and reread the words preparing myself to quickly type the words onto his phone.

I sat on the floor of my room waiting to hear the sound of running water, signalling that Harry had started to take a shower.

After a few minutes I hear him get into the shower and I quietly and quickly walk to his room. I reach for his door handle and it was thankfully unlocked. I scanned around his room looking for the glint of his phone screen. I searched around his bed, in a few drawers but his phone was no where to be found. I started panicking all of the planning I have done has gone to waste. Then it struck me- he could have left it in the bathroom outside of the shower.

I headed in the direction of the bathroom the opened the door as slow as possible praying that Harry couldn't hear what I was doing. I instantly saw Harry's phone on the counter. I grabbed it and slowly shut the door.

I pressed the power button and unlocked his phone. Harry is too stupid to put a password on his phone. I went to the internet app and searched for Oxford University. I opened the first web page and clicked on the staff tab and searched for my father. After I input O'Shea into the search box my father was the first person to pop up. Under his name there was a link to his email. After clicking on the link I signed into my email and I could finally input the words I was going to send to him.

This is very important, I know you don't want to talk or even hear from me but you have to understand I wouldn't do this unless it was an urgent situation. I have been kidnapped by a man that goes by the name of Harry Styles. You are the first person I have been able to contact. I have no idea where I am but I need hel

I was almost done with my email when I heard the water from shower turn off. I quickly sent the unfinished email, logged out of my email and deleted Harry's phone internet history, locked his phone and set it by his bed wishing that he wouldn't realized that it moved from it's previous position.

I ran out of his room as fast as possible and practically jumped into my bed pretending to be asleep while my heart was racing with adrenaline from being almost caught by Harry. I knew that my father would get my email but would he choose to act upon it? Would he even know it was me who sent it? These thoughts clouded my mind as I tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep.

Harry's POV

I went into my bathroom and get ready to take a shower, I set my phone on the counter before getting into the shower. As I wash my hair I swear I could hear the bathroom door open but I was to lazy to check and see if it was really happened.

When I was finished with my shower I stepped out, dried my body and then put on a towel. I then reached for my phone on the counter. My phone wasn't on the counter so I look around the bathroom trying to find it. I could have sworn that I placed it on the counter. Where the fvck is my phone?

I entered my bedroom to see if I might have left it in there without realizing it. I instantly see my phone laying on the nightstand right next to my bed. I unlocked my phone and checked my messages, after I was done I went to shut off my apps when I realized that the internet app was open. That's weird... I never leave any apps open and haven't used that app all day. I don't know if it was just a coincidence or someone- Belle- was on my phone while I was in the shower.