AUTHORS NOTE (this is what Bella is developing during this chapter):
Stockholm syndrome : feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.

Human - Christina Perri (song to listen to while reading)
Bella's Point of View:

I lazily open my eyes to the dark guest bedroom and an ever darker feeling inside my chest. I spring up from the bed and gaze around the room, I'm alone. The blankets on the opposite side of the bed are disheveled and it's not hard to tell that Louis slept the night here... or was it the day?

The pillow my head had been resting on his stained with blood from my nose and I can't crinkle my face without feeling the slightest bit of pain. I close my eyes to prevent myself from crying, but it's hard. Every little thought is tightly suppressing against my skull and I can hardly stand up without wanting to throw myself down a flight of stairs.

This was the worst thing anyone could have done to me... To bring me back to the worst days of my life, to bring the monsters of parents I had back around, to pull me away from Harry and to steal my daughter. As I make my way towards the guest bedroom door I can feel myself losing it. It won't be long before my mind is completely in another world and I breakdown. I'm sure that was the plan, the boy with the mental problems causes the girl who lives in a glass house to shatter into a million pieces. I have to be strong, but every second that passes pulls me down more quickly than the preceding one. I hate this, I'm going mental.

As I make my way out of the guest bedroom and towards the stairs, I listen for noises. I can hear footsteps in the kitchen, someone is probably cooking. I know I shouldn't do this, but I'm too curious to not look around the rest of the house... So against my better judgement, I make my way to Jamie's bedroom.

I really thought that things would be different, but when I walk inside it's like walking through a time machine. Aside from the things she took with her and a few other parts, her room looks as if it hasn't been touched. Dance trophies, gold medals, and perfect attendance awards all sit on top of her dresser as if she's still alive and well. As if a brain aneurism didn't steal my sister from me in the matter of minutes.

I slowly make my way to the floor and sit down, admiring the faint scent of Jamie's 14 year Victoria's Secret perfume that she would wear excessive amounts of. Her light pink walls are taunting me with images of her, my beautiful little sister is gone. All I want is one more moment with her, one more chance to just tell her how much I loved her-- but that can't happen.

"Bella?" I hear a concerned voice shout from the hallway and my insides burn like fire. I try to keep my sobs inside so that maybe Louis won't hear me and he'll walk away, but they only grow louder as I look around her room more and more. The door peaks open and he looks at me, a genuine look of sadness drawn upon his usual demented demeanor.

"Why would you do this to me?" I gently wipe my nose with the back of my hand, rocking myself back and forth slowly. He looks around the room and breathes in a deep gulp of air before kneeling down and taking my hand. I flinch at first, but settle at his unforgiving touch.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, looking around the room. I join him, admiring every little detail of this place and in the back of my mind, I'm so curious as to how nothing has changed in almost four years of being away from it.

"I want to go home." I sniffle, nodding my head at Louis like he might understand for a moment. My sobbing and nodding is intense and erratic and I almost feel like Louis might be human from the way he's looking at me so curiously.

"Fuck... Please stop crying!" He shouts, pacing back and forth around the room. "I'm sorry that I did this, that I brought you here. I cared about Jamie whether you'll believe me or not, I did." He sighs and I roll my eyes.

"Sure, Louis." I sniffle, holding my hands over my eyes to stop the burn of exhaustion and pain.

"I did! When I heard that she died I felt something... Something I wish I didn't feel. So then I come back to make things right, to be with you and you're with Harry! Do you know how that feels? To be in love with someone and have them not love you back?!" He shouts, and I shake my head solemnly.

For the first time in my life, I'm starting to see Louis' walls crumble down. I don't know if I'm emotionally going insane or if I genuinely feel something for him but... Guilt is washed over me. I understand he used to be fucked up over his old lover Sarah but this... this is something I can't recall being a part of in regard to Louis.

"Well it fucking sucks! So then my brother and I scheme, we plot things to try and make you get away from Harry and you still go back to him! Why do you do that, huh? Why do you go back to that fucking prick!" Louis shrieks, and I am now on my feet and pinned against the wall. His eyes are searching mine for an answer, but I haven't got one to share. My throat is dry and the words won't fall out no matter how hard I push.

"I love Ha--"

"Don't say it!" He cuts me out with a slight shove, and his eyes stare so deeply at me I feel more afraid. He loosens his grip when he feels my shaking but it remains the slightest bit strong.

"Bella... I need to say this, ok? Just hear me out for a second." He whispers, and I feel obligated to nod.

"Fine." I mumble slowly. "But let go of me and talk to me like a normal person." I try and he smiles through his tears, releasing me and letting me slide down back to the floor. He sits down in front of me takes my hand, and I let him. I keep letting him do this stuff to me, and I can't help it. I don't understand what's happening to me, something either snapped broke or changed within the past 12 hours.

"I'm sorry that I keep doing this to you... raping you, beating you, setting up your boyfriend, taking your daughter, finding your parents and bringing them to you, bringing you to your old house," he says out of breath, "I'm so damn sorry. I know how wrong it is, believe me. But Bella, I love you so much and all I want is you. All I want is your attention, your love, your tender touch..." He trails off, and I sit uncomfortably in front of him.

"If you know how wrong it is, then why do this?" I croak out, gesturing between us. "Wouldn't you just want me to be happy?" I ask, and he knits his eyebrows together.

"Bella, are you really happy with Harry and Mia?" He asks, and I roll my eyes annoyed at his question. How could I not be?

"Of course I am!" I scold him, and he slowly creeps over, taking his hand and rubbing soothing circles around the small of my back, right over the hook of my bra.

"But are you?" He inquires, his touch scaring me at first but becoming more and more relaxed. "Think about it love, is Harry really there for you? I mean he was gone for three years and they he just shows up? Ready to claim you again? Sounds like a crock if you asked me." He chuckles and I shake my head angrily.

"That's not true Louis, Harry loves me... I think." I sigh as Louis' hands work their way up to my shoulders, massaging me deeper and stronger than before. I'm fighting the urge not to fall into his manipulative trap, but I can hardly think straight anymore. The bad nostalgia and crazy memories that are flooding my mind are unreal and it's suffocating my thoughts.

"What about Mia? Hmm? If you didn't have a daughter, your life would be so much better and easier don't you think? You could dance whenever and where ever you want with no strings attached, no one to worry about and nothing to think about. Just you, the dance floor and your dreams." He whispers into my ear, his touch getting more intense. I can feel myself unraveling inside, his words sounding horrible but with a hint of truth that completely catches me off guard.

"Louis... I love Mia and all my friends and family." I remind him, involuntarily leaning into his chest. Stop it Bella, Stop it. My brain screams at me, but his words are ringing true to the old me, and the old me is where I am right now. I'm in Little Stream, being taken advantage of and sick to my stomach but silently loving and hating this.

"You love them, or they love you? What about Zayn and Niall? Niall's always had a flame for you, but he cheated with Chloe. And then there's Zayn, he's always had a thing for you but stays with Perrie. Then there's Liam and Chris who you liked but never loved. They could do without you, even Drew would be ok. Are you really happy there, or would you be happier here... with me?" He whispers, his hands traveling down my front and massaging over my breasts.

"Louis..." I mumble and his hands kneed over my shirt, my back against his chest and my bottom dangerously close to his lap. I know what this is, it's called stockholm syndrome. It's bad, so bad and I can't fucking stop myself from falling into it.

"Baby, this could be the best thing to ever happen to you... think about it. You and me, on the run and starting over. Wouldn't you love that? Adventure with a bad boy?" He whispers in my ear, his hands feeling every inch of my front half. Louis' left hand slips under my shirt and he takes my nipple between his hands, toying with me softly.

"I shouldn't... I can't..." I gasp as his lips press against my neck. I can't stop thinking of Harry, but his image is slowly fading from my mind as my trance of pleasure thickens with Louis. My body is craving more, I want more and I want it now.

"You can baby, and you will. You'll see. Your new life starts today, with me... If you let it." He murmurs, giving me one last ticklish kiss to my neck and tug at my breasts before standing and exiting Jamie's room.

I sit on the floor, dumbfounded at what just happened. I can't even think about it though, because all I see are memories of Jamie dancing through my mind and images of better days that I could have. Is Louis right? Was I ever happy to begin with? Do I move on with him? Forget Mia, Harry and everyone I love?

This could be the best thing to ever happen to you... think about it.

The more I think about it, the more scared I am because for once, I'm actually considering everything Louis said. Am I being manipulated, or is he being honest? Why hasn't anyone found me yet, are they even looking? Maybe they don't care at all...

"Bella, come and eat love! I made pancakes." Louis' voice rings through the room and the smell of the batter makes my stomach twist. I take one last glance around the sad bedroom and I mentally prepare myself for a decision that needs to be made.

"Coming!" I shout, standing and heading out of the room.

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Harry's Point of View:

"I'm so fucking tired of waiting! We need a flight right now!" I demand at the front desk of the airport, but no one seems to give a damn.

"Mr. Styles, please take a seat. No flights will be taking off until we can watch all the security footage and find out if your wife came through here." The woman smiles her fake smile, and I stop myself from correcting her that Bella isn't my wife.

Why didn't I ever make her my wife? Sure, I've thought about it but I never actually got around to it. I don't know why I take forever to make something happen and now it's just too late. Everything I do is too late.

"Harry, mate. We're on the next flight out of here, alright?" Zayn sighs, pulling me down to sit beside him.

"I want to get out of here now... I need them, I need Bella and Mia." I sniffle, holding back tears for the hundredth in the past 24 hours.

I'm going completely insane, and I didn't know any better I'd say that Bella is too. She can't deal with her past, her scars, all the horrible things that have taken place in her past are far too much. She needs me there with her, she's too god damn vulnerable. I don't know what Louis' capable of anymore, no one does. Chris is no where to be found and of course, we're fucking stuck here. Waiting.

"I just want to go." I mumble, sprawling out on the airpot chair and closing my eyes.

I just want to bring my beautiful girls home already, before it's too late and Louis does something he can't take back. Bella is not as strong as she thinks she is, and she'll crack. She can be manipulated, she can be toyed with. I know that if she's in Little Stream that something bad is going to back, it's too fucking much for her to handle.

Bella and Mia are my everything, and I'm not going to lose them.

Notes

sorry it took me so long to update! i had my junior prom, then i got into a car accident and a shitload of trouble so it hasn't been easy for me to write but i'm here now! :)

are you guys still with me? comment reactions to the chapter for an update PLEASE :) x