Stockholm Syndrome - A Harry Styles Fic

Sorrow only left Harry in the dark for the night, once morning hit and William was awake enough to argue with her she proposed letting the singer take a normal shower.

At first William was flat out against the idea but he soon came around as Harry hadn’t had a proper shower since the hosing down Christian had done. In addition to the long greasy untamed hair and facial patch that was now noticeable, the sweat made his body odor a bit more poignant.

“So exactly how are you going to do this?” William asked skeptically, his arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the countertop in the kitchen.

“Not just me I was thinking a team effort, since, ya know-I’m pregnant and everything. He could easily overpower me but I’m not that concerned since he is barely able to limp to the bucket. I’m guessing that comes with barely moving but whatever.” Sorrow shrugged, smiling when William rolled his eyes.

“You didn’t play it this careless with Jude. I want to know why you love rolling the dice so much on this one’s wellbeing, are you trying to get him killed?” William asked pointedly with a raised eye brow, standing from the countertop and walking toward the hard wooden chair that was lying near the table. It had been identical to the one Harry had been restrained to his first week. “If you’re serious, I propose we tie him down when he’s in the shower just in case he has plans of running.”

Sorrow snorted unimpressed and joined William at the chair.

“Do what makes you comfortable but I hardly doubt the dude can run, he barely stands to use the bucket so I’d say we’re pretty well safe but whatever helps you sleep better,” Sorrow patted his arm, going over to the cabinet above the sink and opening it, pulling a small key from it and heading towards the basement. “You situate the chair and I’ll go get Harry.”

William rolled his eyes and went after Sorrow, taking his gun from the waistband of his jeans as he did so.

“Before you go back to using poor judgment I’d suggest taking this, I know I’d feel much better if you did – if he’s anything like Jude you’re bound to have your hands full.” William said, handing her the gun and walking back to go and set up the chair in the shower, smiling a little as he did.

William wanted to test Sorrow and Harry at the same time. If Sorrow could handle getting Harry to the bathroom he might be able to convince his father to promote her and that in chance would get her away from the cabin. William always loved and respected Sorrow and from the moment his teenaged eyes fell upon her, he was her willing slave.

He went to the counter pulling open the drawer and took about ten zip ties from it and headed with the chair into Sorrow’s bathroom, glad that the room had been expanded.

It was about the size of the living room with a walk in shower, central heating for unlimited hot water and a sauna box in the corner. The walls were a light pink cream tile and the floor was a pure long oval pattern that made a person dizzy if they looked at it long enough.

Setting to work he walked into the shower with ease and set the chair down with the zip ties in the center, taking the shower head from its holder and letting it hang down loosely from it.

The shower itself could hold at least four people so space wasn’t an issue. He set to taking a few razors, shaving cream, some washcloths, shampoo and conditioner, body wash with some soap and set it on a small shelf that was attached to the wall near the chair before walking out and grabbing a towel on his way to the basement. When he got there he stopped short at the sight in front of him.

Sorrow was pointing the gun towards Harry who sat against the wall, his hands raised in surrender, his anklet chain undone.

“I told you to strip, do you not comprehend?” Sorrow ordered, her finger sitting steadily on the trigger with ease.

“And I told you I am not walking anywhere naked. I am not a nudist.” Harry responded calmly, looking to William for a little bit of help.

William chuckled but threw Harry the large clean white towel.

“Do as she says, you can cover your waist with that and when you’re done with the shower I will have a clean pair of sweats set out for you and a shirt if I can find one.” William promised, watching Harry tie the towel around his waist before reaching underneath and shimmying out of the pants.

Once he was nude save for the towel, he tried gingerly to stand, unsteady at first especially not being able to balance correctly on the one foot with the missing toe. He was also painfully aware of the huge scars in his flesh where his tattoos had been.

“I’ll need some help, can someone help me?” Harry asked, his voice low.

Sorrow watched Harry closely, he seemed ashamed to even needing to ask but he attempted to gain his footing anyhow as he took a few unsure steps toward his captors.

William walked forward and grabbed Harry under his right arm and helped him toward the basement door before his foot finally made contact with smooth tiled surface.

“I almost forgot what tile feels like.” Harry said aloud, allowing himself to look down at his feet as they stepped between the cracks.

“Seems you forgot what most things feel like and it only took a little more than a month.” Sorrow said, the gun still aimed at Harry’s back.

Harry didn’t say anything to Sorrow’s antagonism, he simply allowed William to guide him past the kitchen, down a short hall and enter through to a master bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Oh wow.” Harry looked around, noticing a full length mirror, a queen sized bed, two night stands either side, a trunk at the bottom of the bed, a dresser catty corner to that and another door off to the far side of the room with mountains of space to spare in between.

He stopped abruptly and looked into the full sized mirror that they were passing, shocking himself at his own appearance.

He had lost weight. If Harry had to guess he would say a good thirty pounds (2.14 Stone) maybe even forty. The fact remained that if he kept dropped there would be nothing left to him but skin and bones and to top it off, his whole body was covered in dirt.

“I look like a homeless, unkempt tramp!” Harry exclaimed in disgust, feeling around his ribs at the protruding bones.

“A little hot water, shampoo, conditioner and shaving cream with a few snips of the clippers should help your appearance.” Sorrow shrugged unaffected.

“I’m losing weight! I need more to eat than being fed only twice a day-surely you can’t be cruel enough to-“

Harry was forcefully walked from the mirror and toward the bathroom. Things didn’t get much better when he was forced inside and saw the chair in the shower.

He didn’t struggle but stopped when they reached the chair, holding himself up on the edge of the corner.

“I can barely stand, surely you can show me a little mercy…if not mercy than dignity. I-why are you doing this? I can’t even stand right! What’s the harm of letting me get myself cleaned up proper without you two constantly watching…why can’t you trust me?” Harry asked, his voice cracking when William removed the black zip ties from the wooden chair and guided him onto it, using one of the ties to secure his left wrist to the arm before anchoring he right to the opposite rest.

Harry’s breath hitched in his throat watching William secure another one to his lower arm and a final one to his upper, making sure they were zipped tightly to his flesh before doing the same to his other, kneeling down to secure his ankles to the chair’s legs and finishing them off with one positioned half way to his knees on either chair leg, which left his legs spread and his hands and arms secured to the chair’s arms. It took exactly ten zip tied but at least William could breathe easier.

“We just can’t. Now, let’s just get the towel off and we’ll get started.” William said, dismissing Harry’s concern as he reached for the only covering Harry had left.

“No!” Harry begged, attempting to close his legs with very little success, glancing at Sorrow with blatant panic.

“Harry, you don’t have anything we haven’t already seen. I’ve had the misfortune of getting a bird’s eye view during your sedation and Sorrow has had to help with a few unpleasant incidence as well. Relax and enjoy the shower, quit fighting us so much-it’s alright. It’s all going to be ok.” William coaxed promisingly, his voice trying to soothe Harry’s fears.

“But I’m not helpless, I can do this myself! I can!” Harry swore, groaning slightly when the water was turned on and his towel grabbed again.

Sorrow sighed and set the gun down, untying the knot from the singer’s towel and opening the material, pulling it from his waist with ease.

Harry seemed to go quiet with humiliation and dropped his head in defeat, his cheeks a crimson color.

“It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.” Sorrow promised him, bringing her hand up to cup his chin and force his eyes to meet his. “This is for all of our goods, not just yours.”

Harry jerked his head away and kept his head down, hot tears burning his eyes as they made their way down his cheeks.

Sorrow grabbed the handle of the shower head and proceeded to douse the singer with a comfortable temperature of hot water, making his hair a soggy and tangled mess. She decided that was the first thing she would address.

Seeing the strawberry shampoo and conditioner that had been set in there she vaguely wondered about using it, unsure if there was a more manly scent – not that she wouldn’t get a small chuckle with having to use female products on a guy but-it seemed a little mean, even for her.

“Will? Do we have any more of that tea tree left? I think that would benefit his hair more than the strawberry shampoo,” Sorrow suggested, brushing her fingers through his now drenched hair as she attempted to comb it out with her fingers, the greasy oil unpleasant on her skin. “God Harry, you really needed this.”

“Yeah it’s in the drawer let me get-“

A phone call silenced William’s response and he nodded knowingly to Sorrow before pointing to the bathroom drawer and stepping out into the living room to take the call.

“Do you want the strawberry shampoo or the tea tree? It is your hair, I figure something less feminine might do you some good.” Sorrow shrugged, going to get the other shampoo and conditioner.

“You ask as though I have a choice – as if choosing a shampoo or conditioner is life or death, blue wire or red wire…all this is, is smoke and mirrors. Ultimately it’s you who makes the decision – what say do I have on anything?” Harry asked, lifting his head up and shifting so he was looking at his captor.

“I don’t know, sometimes shampoo and conditioner is harder to choose than the blue or the red wire. If you’re right, no exposition, if you’re wrong-well…I’m sure I don’t have to paint the picture for you.” Sorrow smiled and came back with the shampoo, opening the bottle and placing it under Harry’s nose.

“This kind always relaxes me, there’s something soothing about it and I cannot place my finger on but-what do you think?”

Harry just looked at her as if she lost her mind.

“I think you need psychological help, that’s what I think! You bound me to a chair naked and then you have the nerve to-“Harry’s mouth was seized by her free hand and clamped down securely.

“Prove to me I can trust you than, if you don’t give me a hard time about this shower then next time I can give you a little leeway just…Harry, please help me out here.” Sorrow begged and released his mouth.

Harry was quiet for a minute, his eye brows furrowed intensely.

“Fine-use the tea tree, I don’t give a damn.” Harry growled and said nothing further on the matter.

Sorrow nodded and dumped the stuff on his head, massaging it into his scalp – frowning slightly as she did so.

“I’m going to have to repeat this at least three times, your hair is as greasy as a used car salesman, it’s thick, oily and-“

Harry cut her off.

“I get it, it feels like shit. Just get to it then, you’re going to anyhow.” Harry seethed, his cheeks growing more crimson.

“As you wish.” Sorrow replied sarcastically, massaging his scalp further.

Harry closed his eyes as Sorrow continued to make work of his scalp, using a ton of shampoo and washing his hair with conditioner twice. Nothing was said during that time until it was over and she moved onto the next thing that needed taken care of – which was his facial and body hair.

“I’m going to shave your face and I see a few thick patches of hair that also needs taken care of, do you want me to do it or William?” Sorrow asked, kneeling down to her knees in front of him so she could better reach for shaving.

“Does it matter?” Harry asked, making eye contact with visibly red cheeks.

“I don’t care but you may, considering your pubic hair is knotted and-“She stopped when he shifted uncomfortably. “I’ll get William to take care of that than.”

Harry kept eye contact with Sorrow as she took the long bladed scissors and shimmied behind him, grabbing the end of his long curly mane and giving it a few short snips, shortening the length of his hair by an inch so it wasn’t to his shoulders but back at the nape of his neck.

“That should be a little more comfortable.” Sorrow observed, walking on her knees back to the front and picking up the shaving cream.

“Please, allow me some dignity. You’ve taken everything else…why can’t I be left to shower in peace?” Harry begged, his face stoic and cold but his eyes were swimming with emotion that Sorrow hadn’t seen since his tattoos were removed.

Sorrow reached over and draped the dry towel over his lap to cover him and began to lather up his face and chest with the shaving cream.

He ducked away and looked at her with betrayal.

“I can’t even walk, Isis-“Harry began but she gave him a sharp look.

“Sorrow. Call me Sorrow, Isis is a forbidden name around here and it’s a reminder of who I use to be. I’m not that person anymore and I haven’t been since I was eleven.” Sorrow warned him, picking up the razor and began to carefully shave the mustache off his face.

“You’re only human, I’m only human. Isis is a beautiful name and-ouch!” Harry cried as the razor slipped from her hand and cut him above his lip.

“I was human, a long time ago and we can’t take the chance you’re playing us just so you can get a hold of something and try to hurt us.” Sorrow shrugged, picking up the white towel a little and wiping the blood from his face.

“How can I get you to trust me if I can’t even earn your trust? You left me in the dark last night- I admit, I deserved that because of my behavior and I would like to apologize for that. I just-I need leverage, I need-“

Sorrow interrupted.

“You need to be quiet, I have to concentrate on this and I don’t want you to end up with a million and one nicks because I keep getting distracted.”

“Alright, alright I’ll be quiet.” Harry agreed and watched her silently with his eyes as she shaved him down, clearing the patches from his face, chest, arms and legs, wondering briefly where William had gone.

“Will’s not back yet, I think there must have been an emergency.” Sorrow guessed, pulling the towel from Harry’s lap and grabbing the scissors without phase.

Harry swallowed hard and looked forward to avoid watching what happened next.

It only took a few minutes but to Harry it was like an eternity.

“How can you do this? How are you not riddled with guilt? This can’t be easy-not for someone who still has a soul.” Harry pressed when she didn’t respond right away.

Sorrow shrugged and let the shower head wash over Harry like a cascading waterfall, turning the hot water up, grabbing the body wash while sitting down the shaver.

“It doesn’t have anything to do with a soul, it has to do with survival. If I let you go then Jackson will have someone else kidnap you and Jason will kill me, kill Christian, kill William and whoever else was involved. Jackson might be included in the equation still as I have heard from William that he grows more and more impatient with having his son locked up. So sure, I let you go, everyone dies-works for me.” Sorrow replied sarcastically, using a washcloth to wash the cinnamon scented soap across his chest and thoroughly all throughout.

When Sorrow was done she ran the shower head on him once more before turning it off and walking out to see a clean pair of black sweatpants laid out on the bed. With a sigh she picked them up and walked back to the shower and set on the counter, getting a dry towel from the towel rack and going back over to Harry, covering his lap again with it and picking up the scissors.

“I’m going to release you so you can dress. I’m trusting you enough not to do something stupid, alright? The keyword is trust, if you break that then you break all chance.” Sorrow warned, cutting the zip ties from his the singer’s body. “Dry off and get dressed. You have five minutes.”

With that she threw him the stretch pants and took away the razors, going to leave out the door to allow him some privacy. His voice the only thing stopping her.

“I wasn’t lying Sorrow, I can’t stand up well – I can’t run, please…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.” Harry begged, his voice cracking but speaking softly at the same time so she wouldn’t think he was desperate.

Sorrow turned back without a word and took the towel from his lap, patting his wet skin dry.

“You’re supposed to do whatever it takes. That’s what I do and it’s kept me alive this far. I wasn’t lying when I wished I could let you go and it seems like a conversation we’ve been over so many times. If you escape, by God’s merciful grace if you escape or say I let you go or whatever, however that would work – there would always be someone coming after you. Someone will always chase you, you will forever be looking over your back, and I would be dead. We are so expandable in this type of work it would be nothing for these people to keep trying and they will not stop until you are dead or where you are supposed to be. That’s what I’m trying to tell you, what I’ve been trying to tell you. I don’t hate you Harry and I wish you didn’t hate me but I can see it in your eyes. I can see the distain, I can see the hatred and I don’t blame you. I just though you should know that despite my hormones, you had a right to know why this is so over complicated.” Sorrow explained, putting Harry’s foot through the pants hole before inserting the other one.

“I just want to go home – if there was ever a God in Heaven like I know there is, he’ll make it happen. He hasn’t forgotten about me just like he hasn’t forgotten about you either. Maybe that’s why I’m here. Maybe I’m here to set you free – maybe I’m here to guide you and give you understanding. I don’t know, I just know God has a greater plan, no matter how shrouded in fog it may be right now.” Harry said, forcing himself to stand as Sorrow pulled the slacks up around his waist. Strangely the cleanup did wonders for his mood, even if it was only temporary.

“That’s one thing I like about you Harry, you have faith even when there seems to be none around. Come on, let’s get you back to the basement, I’ll bring in some food in a while.” Sorrow smiled sadly, her conscience nagging at her in the back of her head.

“Will you join me? I need something more than talk radio.” Harry asked, grimacing as he leaned against the side of the shower, putting his arm around Sorrow’s shoulder when she offered it so she could help him walk back.

“Sure, if you’d like my company.” Sorrow smiled, walking along with him.

Harry took it one step at a time eventually making it out to the living room, seeing William plopped down in front of the TV with his eyes glued to the news station.

“Sorrow come look at this.” William gestured, glancing her way for a brief second before getting up and helping her bring Harry to the couch to sit.

“You abandoned us –“Sorrow started but William shushed her, pointing to the TV again.

Niall Horan arrested for the brutal murder of Alan Upsweet, ex-bodyguard of One Direction.

Harry’s mouth dropped open and he leaned forward, unbelieving of his eyes and ears.

“What the bloody fucking hell mate!” Harry yelled, watching the television in disbelief as another headline bulletin came in.

“Broadway critically shot, three others fatally wounded more coverage of this story as it unfolds.”

Harry covered his mouth and shook his head.

“Oh God no, please God don’t let this be true.” Harry begged, tears running down his face as he felt the very core of his world shatter.

Notes

AUTHOR'S NOTE: haha, I'm a b!tch - I capped it on a cliffhanger but it's all coming together and with the story ending in 16 more chapters - well, it's about time for Harry to know what real pain/depression/worry is and for the bad guys to get some of their asses handed to them!...if I take that route, who knows, maybe the bad guys will win - lose...mmm it depends how the direction goes at the time but worry not I'm always full of twists and turns so don't count the conclusion yet! You may just be surprised. Sorrow's plan isn't working too well to play Harry, as Harry might be playing her or he might be just surviving - so many things so little time. You guys are wonderful readers - silent one or not. - this story means a lot to me and I am so happy to have readers and subscribers, recommendations as well. I'm glad that there are a few people who like this story and I want to thank you guys personally because you took the time to read. Enjoy and I hope you like what's to come! One Direction part next just to show you guys what's happening there until then, enjoy this chapter!