Stockholm Syndrome - A Harry Styles Fic

Niall felt his body being picked up and carried off somewhere. He didn’t know where they were or how long the ride had actually been. He was too preoccupied with fighting off the drug and panicking.

“Mmhpl!” Niall exclaimed as he was suddenly tossed onto a semi soft surface, his body laid flat.

“We’re here.” Kohl announced, pulling the hood from Niall’s head.

Strangely, Kohl’s voice sounded a million miles away, almost dream like. Niall wasn’t sure if that was normal or not but he tried again to get the gag taken out. Much to his dismay Kohl shook his head but was nice enough to remove some of his disheveled hair from his eyes.

“Got to stay in. Are you ok?”

Niall couldn’t even shake his head, he could blink but that was nearly impossible too.

He seemed to get the message and moved his head up to meet his mouth.

“Blink once for yes and two times for no.”

Niall blinked twice.

“Do you feel dizzy or disoriented?”

He blinked twice.

Kohl thought a moment and motioned someone over, he assumed it was his partner.

“Dude says he’s not feeling good, what should I do?” Kohl asked slightly concerned, sitting down beside him at the edge of whatever Niall was laying on.

“Well firstly, get him strapped down. That drug should be wearing off in the next hour or so and boss will be pissed if he escapes.” The man scorned, reaching to get his one wrist secured into what felt to Niall like a leather cuff. He would have flinched if he had been able, the cuff was secured extra tight to him, the other cuff done the same way.

Niall moaned but could only look up at the masked men as they continued to secure him to the cot that he had been laid on.

He felt a leather strap go against his chest and another over his stomach, finally ending with each ankle in the same position as his wrists, in cuffs.

“The six point restraint system here will hold him, should be no issues and you gave him double the required dosage of that relaxant, luckily it’s fast acting. He’ll start to feel like himself again in the next hour, which will give Phillandrias enough time to look into Niall’s escape and put out a warrant for his arrest-just in case he does happen to get out of here, he’ll just be picked up by fellow officers and returned to Phillandrias precinct. Clever, huh? Imagine how many people were returned to us thanks to good Samaritans calling in. It’s amazing what people believe and it makes it easier for us. Niall’s a wanted man so, him getting out to warn his friends, he won’t get the chance. Phill controls the media, the precinct, and-“

“Us.” Kohl finished for him, although somewhat somber.

“He’s well qualified as a leader, enough said. So if you consider that control then tattoo slut on my forehead and strip me naked.”

Kohl made a disgusted face.

“I’d rather not thanks.” Kohl dismissed, looking down at Niall again and checking the strap across his chest to make sure it was secure but not overly tight.

“Quit fussing with him, you’re worse than a mother hen when it comes to transports-I swear, you and your sister are one in the same,” The guy sneered, kneeling down and pulling a light from his pocket, shining it in Niall’s eyes. “You alright?”

Niall blinked one, afraid the guy would hurt him worse if he said otherwise.

“Good.” The guy smirked, balling his hand into a fist and punching Niall hard across the cheek. “How about now?”

“Hey! That wasn’t nice.” Kohl glared, pushing his partner away, checking Niall’s face as he did so. “I’m sorry about him, he’s a jackoff.”

“Whatever man, come on we have things to secure. Get the van out of here and cleaned out, scrubbed down-all that fun stuff before Phillandrias comes.”

Kohl sighed and examined Niall’s face one more time.

“You sure you’re ok?” Kohl asked, seeing a few tears slip from Niall’s eyes.

Niall blinked once despite the pain.

“Alright, good. I’ll be back in a few, try not to fight the drug too much, the more you fight the longer it will stay in your system.” Kohl told him, wiping the tears from the singer’s eyes and leaving with his partner to secure the van.

Niall just stared up blankly at the ceiling of his prison, more tears falling. He didn’t know if he was breathing but he assumed so since he hadn’t passed out yet. The gag was bothering him, rubbing at the corner of his lips and keeping his mouth open from the large knot that had been centered to hold his tongue down. If this is anything like they had Harry kept, he felt for his friend more than ever.

With nothing but his thoughts to keep him company, he laid there in his silent worry. Not only did he feel helpless to find Harry, he couldn’t even warn his friends the danger they were in. Niall had no idea the lengths this organization would takes but he now had an extremely vivid picture and it would leave the very people he loved and cared about dead and there was absolutely nothing he could do.

The very thought brought more tears streaming down his face, just lying there and waiting. He fret to think what he was waiting for but it was out of his control, it was ultimately up to God now and if he was as merciful as people kept saying-he would get Niall’s ass out of trouble.

It was over an hour later when feeling started to return to Niall’s body. His muscles were slowly waking back up and he could move his finger. It was also at that time Kohl and his partner came back in, looking a little greasier then when they left.

“I can’t believe how dirty that van was, you need to start cleaning it out more often.” The stranger with the brown eyes chastised Kohl.

Kohl shrugged indifferently.

“I clean it gets dirty, I clean it again it gets dirty even faster-why bother?”

“Because Phillandrias told you to?” Brown eyes quipped, folding his arms against his chest.

“I’ve been here for years, no offense but I’m getting tired of following orders. I didn’t sign up for this job. It was supposed to be an easy transaction, drop my kid sister off with my friend’s father and take my money, invest it and buy my kid sister back when I saved enough to where we could sustain ourselves. That was the plan and now she’s stuck and I’m stuck. This wasn’t what I agreed upon and now she thinks I’m dead and the last thing I said to her was later squirt and to behave. Maybe what I should have said was that I loved her and I would be back soon-now it’s too late. I suppose it always is.” Kohl sighed, coming over towards Niall and retaking his seat at the side of the bed.

Niall had been listening in to the conversation silently. He didn’t know if Kohl would listen to him but if he played on family, there might be a chance. If he couldn’t let him go then he could at least warn his friends about the bomb on the plane. Judging by Kohl’s personality he wasn’t a bad guy, he was a kid that made a few mistakes and was now paying for them.

“Well, no one forced you to sell your sister to this sociopathic circus, you did that on your own accord. Only thing now is doing what you’re told and keeping her alive, which trust me man, you’re going to want to do that. Word through the grapevine is that she’s pregnant. Guess your friend wasn’t afraid to tap that was he?” Brown eyes chuckled and followed Kohl over to where Niall laid, staring down at him.

“Christian would never-“Kohl started but Brown eyes interrupted him again with a laugh, taking out his light and shining it into Niall’s eyes, seeing them contract. “Looks like our friend here is coming out of it. Shouldn’t be long now, I’d say thirty minutes before he’ll be able to move fully and that will be long enough for Phillandrias to get here. He seems to have gotten tied up with the news people-probably putting out a warrant in case spike here escapes. At least we know he won’t run far.”

Kohl sighed and said nothing but Niall could see Kohl’s expression and it looked troubled.

“Want to play a game of cards?” Brown eyes asked, pulling his mask off uncaringly.

“Hey, what are you doing!? Put your mask back on! The hell is wrong with you?” Kohl yelled, slapping his hand across Niall’s eyes protectively.

The guy just snorted.

“Come off it, you know when we take them here they never come back. He’s as good as dead and dead men tell no tales.”

Kohl didn’t release his hand from Niall’s face.

“We don’t know that, put your mask back on!”

“You’re way too sensitive, Kohl. Your problem is becoming attached and your sister has the same problem, guess that’s why Jason is working on knocking Jackson off his title, his son will follow and Sorrow-well, if Jason has his way she’ll be as good as dead. He’s already pissed that she’s the reason Chris is under lock and key at Jackson’s mansion undergoing training and her fault she got herself pregnant-that’s not gonna fly.”

“Keep your nose to your work. William is there for now and he’ll take care of her. Jason is too fucking stupid to kill Jackson, everyone knows he rides his coattail to get ahead, he’s pathetic and Christian-he never use to be like that. A little self-control and time away from his father will do him some good.” Kohl said, reaching for the discarded hood and put it back over Niall’s head. “Sorry about this Niall, he’s being a dick.”

Brown eyes rolled his eyes.

“I’m heading out on another assignment anyhow after boss gets here and I can kiss his ass and be on my way. I’m telling you, he’s going to kill him. It doesn’t matter if the dude sees our faces because he’ll be dead before tomorrow, guaranteed.” He insisted.

Kohl studied he partner carefully, his shoulder length brown hair moved flippantly with his body, his dark brown chocolate eyes sparkled with a sadistic delight, he enjoyed the kill and his value of human life was nonexistent. He was about 6’2, overshadowing his own height by an inch. His frame was well built, his muscles were visible in his arms, like someone who played drums and did a little working out. He wasn’t buff by any means but he had a nice body.

“Maybe, but that isn’t for you decide Chase.”

Niall moaned trying to get their attention. Hs heart was beating erratically and adrenaline rushed through him. He knew he didn’t want to die.

“Oh for God sake.” The guy now named Chase muttered, pulling the black hood from Niall, allowing him to see Chase in full view.

Kohl’s eyes went wide knowing he wasn’t fast enough to stop Chase.

“See? Problem solved.”

“You have no idea what you’ve done…” Kohl trailed off, feeling his balaclava pulled from him but he made no attempt to stop Chase from doing so, it didn’t matter now, it stopped mattering when Niall became a witness.

“I’m sure I did.” Chase argued, throwing the hoods away and running his hands through his hair, scratching his scalp before cracking his neck.

“I leave you two alone to get a job done and you ultimately end up fucking it from one end of the room to the other. Children, the both of you!” Phillandrias growled, entering through the door, stopping when he saw the two unmasked men and Niall without a blindfold. He suppose it didn’t matter in the end but the sloppiness in which it was done was unacceptable.

“We did as you said. Subdue the kid, cuff him and take him here and await your instruction. What did we miss?” Chase asked, standing from his position and walking toward Phillandrias.

“You were supposed to keep Niall quiet and blindfolded until I came here, you had instructions to strap him to that cot and leave him alone, which you two obviously can’t follow orders and that’s not good, especially for you Kohl. Your sister’s wellbeing depends on you following instructions and you can’t even do that? What do you think of me calling Jason? Hm? I’m sure in light of recent events he won’t mind dealing out a little punishment. Remember, you fuck up and your sister pays.”

Kohl faltered a little, glaring silently at Chase.

“I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again. You have my word.” Kohl promised, standing up but Phillandrias stopped him.

“No, sit back down.”

Kohl obliged, keeping his eyes on the cop in front of him.

“Take his gag off, I want to have a nice little chat with Niall there, see how you’ve been treating him.” Phillandrias ordered before Chase spoke up for him.

“He’s been treating him well, all things considered. I think you need to work on Kohl a little more, he gets attached to his charges.” Chase helped, watching Kohl do as he was told, taking the gag from Niall’s mouth and set it next to him.

“I’ll be the judge of that, Chase, thank you.” Phillandrias said, coming toward the small group. “How was your trip here, Niall? We’re you treated well?”

“How could you do this?? We trusted you! How…why? I just want to know why.” Niall stuttered.

“I didn’t say you could ask me anything, I asked YOU how your trip here was and if you were treated well? Answer the question.” Phillandrias responded calmly, coming to stand at the head of the cot Niall was trapped to.

“I was treated well.” Niall replied, his voice shaking.

“Glad to hear it.” Phillandrias nodded and walked to the other side of him, rolling a TV on a cart into his view, turning it on wordlessly. “I’m sure my little worker bee here filled you in on what’s going to happen to your friends but you don’t have to meet the same fate and you’ll get until tomorrow to decide. Once the plane explodes over England, it will mark the end of One Direction and the focus will again be off the Organization. In fact, at the time of the explosion you’re going to make a decision and if you choose correctly, you’ll life. It you don’t then Chase here will take you out to the mountains and blow your head off. The choice is yours alone but come tomorrow, your friends will die and when Broadway finds out, he will have failed himself for the second time and hopefully resign. He blames himself for his son’s death-too bad he doesn’t know the truth. I had his son killed and if I have anything to do with it, Harry will meet the same fate. Selling him is a fool’s move and Jackson is a fool. If Harry escapes, it will be the last thing he ever fucking does,” Phillandrias growled, taking his gun from the holster of his police belt, pointing it pointe blank and Niall’s head and continuing. “The same goes for you. If you try to escape, you will die. Am I getting through to you?”

Niall nodded wordlessly, his eyes wide. He couldn’t even move, think or cry. He was frozen to his spot in petrified fear.

Phillandrias smirked, satisfied with the boy’s nod.

“Good, you’re not as stupid as you look.”

Niall looked past him at the channel it had been turned onto, a special bulletin rushing across the screen.

“This is Carol Swan with channel 29 eye witness news with a special bulletin. Niall Horan escaped from Billings’s station on charges of attempted murder and three accounts of first degree murder. He is armed and extremely dangerous. Do not approach him if spotted, anyone with more information is asked to call Officer Phillandrias at the Billings station, number is down on the bottom. We will continue to follow this story as it develops, back to you in the studio.”

Niall’s mouth dropped, his hand balling into a fist.

“You can’t do this!” Niall yelled, finding his voice. His anger mixing with adrenaline. He began to try and fight his restraints, finding his body still wasn’t back at a hundred percent, he could move but it was sluggish. Although he was glad everything had stopped echoing.

“You’ll find I already have Niall, and you’ll very much come to find out I can do whatever I want. Broadway made his mistakes and it cost his him his son, you were at the wrong place at the wrong time and now it’s going to cost you. You could have died with dignity on that plane with your friends but now-well, I suppose you’ll find out tomorrow.” Phillandrias finished, walking away from the singer.

“I wasn’t getting on that plane, I went to find Harry and I’m not going to give up until I find him!” Niall exclaimed with promised, twisting one of his wrists against the cuff.

“Precisely your mistake. If you escape someone will turn you in and then you will be brought back here and severely punished. Just remember that Harry’s life may just depend on your decision, so don’t do anything foolish that might jeopardize it, yeah?”

With a slam of the door Phillandrias was gone, most likely back to the hotel to fill in the rest of the group with what was happening.

Kohl and Chase looked at one another wordlessly before Chase cleared his throat.

“I’m gonna go get something to eat before I take off for my charge, you want anything?” He asked Kohl who just shook his head.

Chase shrugged and left out through the same door Phillandrias had.

The building was a warehouse with a wide open room so there wasn’t a shortage of space, it looked to be the size of a football field with different sectors factored off but for the most part it was one large room.

Niall grew quiet, his eyes filled with emotion. He was well and truly lost.

After a moment of lingering silence, he finally spoke.

“Kohl, right?” Niall asked softly, shifting so he was looking at the long blonde haired, blue eyed stranger with the thinly build frame.

“That would be me, what did you need?” Kohl asked, his eyes conflicting through different emotion. He certainly didn’t like how this was turning out.

“If you were me, what would you do?” Niall asked, searching for some sort of direction.

Kohl thought on that for a moment before standing up and taking his phone out.

“I’d pray because I’d know I didn’t have a chance in hell.” Kohl replied, dialing a number and walking away, leaving Niall there to ponder his words. They weren’t very helpful but he did as Kohl suggested and closed his eyes, throwing a prayer out to whoever was listening.

Notes

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