Stockholm Syndrome - A Harry Styles Fic

It had been a few days when Harry awoke again. William and Sorrow had taken turns to keep the singer comfortable as well as stable so his body could get the appropriate rest that he needed to sustain himself for the coming months. William had no doubt that Harry would eventually succumb to his depression. They all did.

It was getting closer to the Holidays with a month and a half going until Halloween. William figured Harry deserved to know what the outside world was doing, at least for the time being. So he commandeered an old radio from the attic of things no longer in use. He had found the radio was made from the nineteen hundreds. Its reception not that great but it would have to do.

He set it beside Harry’s sleeping form and turned to leave, stopping when his prisoner started to stir.

At first Harry had no idea where he was. He didn’t remember much other than Christian kicking the living shit out of him and Sorrow-

He drew a blank before it all came rushing back. Holding him down, cutting the tattoos from his body and then leaving him on the floor in anguish.

The anger returned like a dark agitated cloud, unaware yet of his foot.

“Harry?” William questioned, watching the musician’s face scrunch up in agitation.

Judging by the look alone William knew what was going to happen before it happened.

“Oh great.” He sighed, going to his black bag he left by the door and searching through it, taking out a small syringe and going back towards his charge, uncapping it.

Harry felt the needle go in and instantly became aware of everything flooding back right to the second of his unconsciousness. He had been all but manhandled and sedated as they tried to calm him enough to let William fix his toe – even as he faded out he saw William shake his head and address his father and Jason – the very ones that had held him down to be tranquilized.

“It will have to be removed.”

The very essence of Harry’s soul died but he wasn’t awake enough to fight. He had been weak and even though the adrenaline started rushing through his blood again, he felt the loss even before his consciousness fully awoke.

“I gave you a shot of adrenaline, which should help give you some zing back.” William said, waiting for Harry to answer.

“Am I supposed to say thank you?” Harry glowered, turning to his captor with a look of pure hatred. It was misplaced hatred but William let him have his moment.

“If you wish. Though given the look I’m receiving I don’t except it.” William answered truthfully with a small smile, kneeling down to get his temperature and to make sure nothing else was wrong.

“You cut my toe off.” Harry responded with controlled rage, sitting up slowly, William helping him.

“Yes, unless you wanted to die. Christian crushed it. There was no particle of bone that could be saved to make the limp salvageable so I cut it off to preserve your life. If you hate me for that I’m sorry but it was a necessity.”

Harry looked at the bloody gauze, curiosity getting to him. He reached down and felt up top, knowing what William said to be true. He sat upright again, looking pointedly in William’s direction.

“You should have let me die-should of just killed me. By the time you want me to break, there will be nothing left TO break.”

“Such negativity. Here I thought you had a little more fight left in you.” Sorrow mocked, coming in the door, right up to William.

“Fuck you!” Harry growled, his ankle snapping out the chain so it grew taunt.

“I don’t do charity work nine toes,” Sorrow responded, her attention going to William. “When you’re finished with him I have some things to discuss…they’re important.”

She went to leave but Harry’s voice stopped her.

“I don’t get you. The miss nice act and then the demon bitch from hell. Which one are you Sorrow? Huh? You took my fucking life, what more pleasure can you get out of this!?” Harry demanded, his voice echoing around the cramped basement.

‘None. I get nothing from this Harry. Take it easy, huh?” She motioned out a small side wave before leaving to go back inside the house.

“What’s her problem? Why is she acting like that? Why are you like this? Why?...” Harry trailed off in frustration before seeing the bottle of water laying there and throwing it into the wall with all of his strength that he had. It bounced away from the concrete surface with force and gushed open, allowing the liquid to spill out.

William just looked on patiently.

“Feel better now?” He asked, not sarcastically but not seriously either. It was a mix of both emotions.

“No. I feel like shit.” Harry snapped, jerking his hand back when William tried to get a pulse.

He sighed and went to stand up, brushing himself off before turning to leave.

“Let me know when you’ve calmed down some, I’m not dealing with it today Harry. I get you’re upset but-“

Harry interrupted him.

“You get that I’m upset? You GET that I-“Harry let out a laugh of disbelief, allowing his sentencing to break off with the laugh.

“Harry, you need to calm down. Getting this worked up isn’t going to do you any favors and who knows what it’s doing to your health.” William tried reasoning rationally but Harry was having none of it.

“My health? If my health was so God awful important, don’t you think you would have called for an ambulance? Save the patronizing for Sorrow, I’m not buying it!”

William nodded and turned to leave.

“Ok, well then you keep on and I’ll come back once you’ve calmed down.” William reasoned, going to the door, opening it and entering the house, locking the door behind him.

He turned back, hearing Harry’s screams – followed by the last of the water bottle hitting the wall again, followed by a string of curses that could make a sailor embarrassed. For only being twenty-one Harry had a well-developed vocabulary in the way of unique insults. In fact hearing them he committed a few to memory to use at a later time.

Shaking his head he was back with the task at hand. He had to find Sorrow.

He went to her room and found her looking in the mirror, her hand against her stomach.

“What’s up Sniffles?” William joined her, placing a hand on hers tenderly and smiling into the mirror behind her.

She turned her head up, a smile replacing the frown she wore only a moment ago, delicately placing a kiss to William’s cheek.

“Nothing. I’m only thinking, something I seem to do most days more often than not. How’s Harry? I can hear him yelling from in here.” Sorrow sighed and broke away from William’s touch, going to sit on the bed.

“Harry’s fine, just not taking the news too well.” William shrugged and went to sit with her. “But I am curious as to why you were so mean to him. That wasn’t nice Sorrow. He’s as trapped as you are- trapped as I am-Christian. It’s not a choice and you know it.”

“Christian could escape anytime he wants – you could go into hiding and I could call the authorities and have Harry out by dinnertime tonight. We’re not trapped – it’s an excuse we use, justifying why we do what we do. I can’t be convinced otherwise.” Sorrow sighed and rubbed her stomach.

“Sure, we could call the authorities, let them know where Harry is but then we’re hiding for the rest of our lives and looking over our backs, waiting to see if the next time we turn could be our last. It’s not a choice or an excuse, Sorrow. It is life and we have to push past and do as we’re told. No matter the outcome. With a baby on the way, you got to put yourself first.” William replied with reason, putting a hand to her shoulder.

“I don’t want the baby, William. I don’t. I won’t bring my child up in this environment and I won’t be a mother to a future murderer.” Sorrow shrugged his hand away, standing up.

“Maybe so but regardless, it isn’t about you. It’s what Christian wants and Chris wants the baby. Jason will see it happen if his son so wishes.” William pointed out, looking at the door as Harry’s yells suddenly quieted. “He must have screamed himself hoarse. I’ll get him a cold water in a few.”

“Harry is not my main concern right now. I just need – if I asked you, begged you to terminate this pregnancy…would you do it? Tell Chris it was a miscarriage? Make it so I could never have kids…would you?” Sorrow practically begged.

William looked to her eyes in a deep heavy moments thought. He could drown in her dark orbs like a sea swallowing a ship. It captivated him how she did it. They were mesmerizing and entrancing at the same time. It was hard to resist her but he did.

“No.”

It was simple and final, leaving no room for argument. One Sorrow had no choice but to agree.

She simply nodded and walked out of the room-right toward the basement but not before grabbing a cold water bottle from the fridge.

Notes

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