Stockholm Syndrome - A Harry Styles Fic

Harry woke up on the couch, his head draped across Sorrow’s lap and his body curled up tight in the hunch he had fallen asleep in. He remember what happened yesterday, losing control, hugging his supposed to be enemy and breaking down. It’s what they had wanted-what she-

He sat up from Sorrow’s lap, feeling like a fool, embarrassed he had fallen apart in front of the very one trying to break him. It was another one of her games-it had to have been.

Harry felt anger, he wasn’t sure at what-it felt like everything. Were his friends dead? The news confirmed it-the newscaster confirmed it.

The very thought almost made Harry fall apart again but he held in his tears, he wouldn’t give this bitch the satisfaction.

Almost as if on cue Sorrow’s eyes opened, she had been laying upright all night-a back killer for sure but it was a small price to pay. She knew Harry needed the comfort, even though she herself didn’t know what was going on. To her, the news was true but with the Organization being what they were…it really truly was anyone’s guess.

“Morning.” Sorrow murmured, standing up to stretch her legs.

Harry looked at her but didn’t reply, instead he laid back against the couch.

“Did you want something to eat?” She asked, a little unsure at his silence.

He shrugged indifferently and reached for the remote, turning the news channel on and waited for the next news report to play.

“Alright, I’ll go and-“Sorrow started but Harry interrupted her.

“Stop acting stupid.” Harry told her emotionlessly, staring her hard in the face.

Sorrow’s eyes seem to conflict with one another, confused.

“Huh? Stupid? I was just trying to help, how is me asking you if you want breakfast being stupid? Or last night?” Sorrow asked a little offended but somehow she didn’t seem to blame him.

“Ready to comfort me, and letting me see that news report so readily? You wanted to see me fall apart! You wanted to see-“Harry exclaimed, his voice breaking with emotion, covering his mouth and closing his eyes to gather control again. “You wanted to see me break.” He finally finished, a lone tear droplet falling from his eye.

“Initially yes but-“Sorrow began only for Harry to stand up and limp toward the front door, slamming it open and stepping out into the cool brisk morning air.

He closed his eyes, the freezing wind feeling so good against his bare skin that for a moment he could almost picture the freedom so close at his fingertips. He could feel it. It was harsh, cold and uncomfortable all at once but liberating and beautiful. He had been inside the house for so long that he had almost forgotten with the sunrise looked like, what the breeze felt like. Stuff he took for granted every day when he was free.

Sorrow raced after him, the bright sun shining her face as she stopped a few feet from Harry’s retreating form, he seemed as if he was going towards the sun, trying to freeze it exactly where it was and cherish the memory for as long as he could.

She made no attempt to stop the singer, knowing he needed this-just the same as she needed to watch. There needed to be some hope, some prayer somewhere. She had been a fool but now she was seeing clearly.

Harry fell to his knees halfway across the field, his chest heaving in the cold air. It felt so good just to be free, even if it were only for a moment.

Sorrow began after him, knowing they couldn’t stay out there long. Him because of no protective covering and her because her immune system was weakened due to the growing life inside of her.

“Harry, please-we have to get back inside.” Sorrow pleaded, seeing his body convulsing with the ridged cold.

“No. I’d rather die out here, watching the sun-I need to see something besides four walls and it’s obviously you’re not going to help!” Harry growled, his teeth chattering. He looked pathetic but Sorrow admired his spirit. He was trying so hard to keep together and she wished more than anything she could convince him of her intentions but she couldn’t. He would just have to trust her.

“The very first time we met, you offered me a way out-a new start.” Sorrow reminded him, coming to kneel beside him on the ground and cupping his chin, moving his head so their eyes met.

“I did but you refused.” Harry frowned, studying her orbs as they seemed to swallow his green ones into their depths and drown them with the façade of innocence. The very look he remembered from what seemed like an eternity ago. He didn’t know if she was playing him but her eyes entranced him.

“I want to help make things right, I want that chance.” Sorrow breathed, moving closer so their lips nearly touched.

Harry breathed out slowly, his breath visible in the morning cold intermixing with Sorrow’s, warming his mouth.

“Then prove it, if you’re really serious. I need-“

Sorrow’s mouth met Harry’s in a brief kiss, passionately and raw. The most honest she’s been with anyone in a long time.

He went rigid at first, his breath hitching upward in surprised before relaxing in her touch, delicately responding with a tenderness of his own, softening the force before finally breaking away, leaving them both breathless.

“I just did.” She smiled despite the coldness pushing against her body, the soft touch of his lips seemed to warm her soul, breaking the ice around her heart at the same time. Her eyes glowing with warmth and beauty. She felt alive, more than she had in a long time.

Sorrow reached forward and kissed his lips again.

“Sealed with a kiss. A kiss is a promise, a promise that can’t be broken.” Sorrow breathed, feeling Harry’s arms embrace around her tightly-securely. She felt safe in his arms, he felt safe knowing he had someone to finally trust.

“No more games-please no more.” Harry broke down, his psyche already weakened. He was so scared for his friends and now he was following blind faith, faith he didn’t know if he had anymore.

Being so wrapped up in the moment they hadn’t heard the approaching figures behind them, not until it was too late.

“Aw, well isn’t that cute. The sex slut and the pretty boy musician out for a morning stroll together.” The voice mimicked in a sickening sweet mock.

Sorrow went ridged, turning to the voice, her heart lurching in her throat wordlessly. This was something she had worried about.

About fifty feet behind stood Jackson, Jason and Christian.

Christian looked more than worse for wear, bruises and scars lined his face but he stood there emotionless, although his eyes betrayed his emotion, he looked hurt but he stood there next to his father, wordlessly.

Sorrow gulped, her lips moving to Harry’s ear.

“Run as well and as far as you can towards those grove of trees over there, find shelter. I’ll hold them off for as long as I can, alright?” Sorrow instructed softly to his ear, swallowing thickly as their eyes met once more.

“I’m not leaving you-“Harry started but she put a finger over his lips to silence him.

“You need to do as I say, you need to go.”

“Didn’t mommy ever teach you it wasn’t nice to whisper when you’re in another person’s company? Oh, right, I forgot-she’s dead, along with everyone else you love.” Jason taunted.

Sorrow stood up finding her voice.

“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of a person. Human beings don’t do what you’ve done, Jason. Only a monster could fathom what you’ve managed to do.” Sorrow spoke clearly, the child replaced by white hot rage. How dare he talk to her like that.

“Sorrow, come on honey; you’ll catch your death. You need to come inside,, we’ll make some hot coca and talk about this.” Jackson calmed, pushing Christian forward slightly to retrieve the pregnant girl.

Christian hesitated, seeing the door open and William walk out, seeing the display in front of him.

“What the hell is going on out here?” He asked, seeing Sorrow standing bravely in the middle of the field while Harry struggled to escape into the grove of trees as fast as he could, dragging his bad foot with the missing toe. He had to give the singer credit, despite not having good balance the guy could sure move.

“You fell asleep and left the children unsupervised. They were out in the field there when we found them-kissing.” Jason told William stonily, his eyes matching Sorrow’s with the same hot rage.

William swallowed, knowing this wasn’t going to end well-he didn’t know for which side but he was betting since Jackson and Jason all had guns, that there was already a winning side by default.

“Son? Get Sorrow, she won’t hurt you-we need her calm, it could affect the baby if she gets too stressed.” Jackson told him, which earned him a confused look.

“Jason said Christian wanted the abortion performed-why would there be any care over the baby?” William asked in confusion which made Jason tense and Jackson confused.

Christian looked back wordlessly, his eyes wide and going to his father.

“I didn’t say I wanted-“Christian started but stopped when his father shot him a look.

“Alright, I want the cunt aborted. We have enough trouble with just her, a baby is a reason to leave-I’m taking away that reason. She’s having the abortion.” Jason said with decision.

Jackson looked at his partner for a moment.

“It’s a good thing you’re not in charge and don’t make the final judgments around here then. I say she keeps the baby, we can sell it off into servitude when it gets of age or if it’s a boy, have it trained. I am in charge Jason, don’t you fucking forget it!”

Sorrow’s hand reached over her stomach protectively. How dare they decide what to do with her child. It was hers, no one else’s-it was as though she weren’t even there.

“FUCK YOU! Fuck you! And Fuck you!” Sorrow screamed outward at the top of her lungs, her eyes tearing up as she pointed to each of them while speaking. “How dare you! My child, not yours! You can all get fucked! You can all go to hell and you can die painfully while you do it!”

William felt a tug at his heart strings as he gently approached the frazzled girl, unseeing behind him but stopped when Sorrow crouched in a defensive position.

“I’m not going to hurt you Sorrow, I would never hurt you.” William reassured her softly, jumping when a sudden shot rang out.

He turned around in time to see his father fall to the floor and Jason behind him with a gun pointing at where his back had been.

William’s breath hitched in his throat, running back towards his father, hitting the ground as he did so and turning the older man on his back.

“Father!” William exclaimed, looking up in time to see Jason aim his gun out at Sorrow.

Before William could stop him the trigger was pulled, hitting its mark with an anguished cry.

Sorrow dropped to the ground, clutching her left shoulder as she did so, shock rendering in her face as time seemed to stop and move in slow motion.

Jackson’s eyes were wide, his hand going to his son’s cheek, touching it tenderly, something William knew he had not done since he was a child.

Jason didn’t falter in his power, swinging the gun down and cocking the gun again, shooting one last bullet in the middle of Jackson’s forehead before turning the gun on William.

William raised his hands in surrender, scampering away from the older man, tears falling down his cheeks, looking down now at the lifeless body of his father.

William was covered in his father’s blood and brain matter but hardly seemed to notice. If there was one thing that he was thankful of, is that it was a clean kill shot. His father had felt nothing.

“Now, as for you my little doctor-you have a choice to make. You work for me and you live or you choose to disobey me and you die. Given the circumstances, I’d say you are going to let me be in charge and run things now. You will make the arrangements, tell the others you’re just not mentally sound to take over anything right now and that I am now in charge. Failure to do this will result in you lying on the ground dead, me getting a good hay roll with Sorrow there and Harry meeting the same fucking fate, if not worse than your father. I’ll give you a minute to think on that while we round up the children and put them down for their nap.” Jason sneered coldly, keeping the gun on the doctor while looking to his son.

“Christian? Go get Sorrow, put her in the basement or in your room. We’ll deal with Harry in a few, he can’t go far.” Jason ordered, seeing Sorrow on the ground, crying in agony and holding her bloodied shoulder.

“Make sure you get William to check that wound, its essential that the bullet went through, otherwise he’ll need to take it out.” Jason finished lamely, smiling when Christian approached Sorrow, bending down next to her.

His eyes were soft, whatever anger had been in them before was hidden or doused out.

“Are you ok?” He asked softly, seeing her pull away from his stare, glancing into the grove of trees Harry had gone.

Christian sighed and pulled her up with him, taking her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and walking back toward the cabin.

“Harry run! Get as far as you can!” She warned before a hand slapped harshly over her mouth, silencing anymore warnings to Harry. She hoped against God that he had gone further, at least he would be safe-even if she wasn’t.

Christian walked into the cabin, heading straight for the room he and Sorrow shared, setting her down on the bed and reaching in the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a few sixty inch measuring ribbons and forcing Sorrow’s hands behind her.

“Chris, please. Please don’t do this! Please don’t hurt him! It’s my fault! It’s my fault!” Sorrow struggled, yelling out in agony at the pain that shot down her back and arm, blood gushing from the open would. She couldn’t even fight him.

“I’m not going to kill Harry.” Christian told her calmly, tightening the ribbon to her wrists, wrapping it around them so they stayed secured before doing the same to her feet.

Once he made sure Sorrow was secured he went over to the nightstand and took a silk scarf from it, knotting it in the center and walking back.

“Then what are you going to do to him? What are you going to do to me?!” Sorrow pleaded, feeling the familiar ache of Déjà vu.

Christian didn’t reply, he simply sat at the edge of the bed for a moment and petted the hair from her face.

“Christian, please.” Sorrow cried, her body involuntarily shaking from the intense pain.

“Father wants you to take a nap and I got to go fetch Harry and get him back to the basement. You’re not to see him anymore, your privileges of roaming the house freely are gone. You will not eat, sleep or move without my saying so and if you do have to attend to Harry, you will never be alone with him. It’s really a damn shame I can’t trust you, Sorrow. I really want to but you’re too involved, you get too attached and I can’t have that.” Christian explained, bringing the scarf to her lips.

Sorrow moved her head away.

“He’s going to murder our baby! Don’t you even care? Your father is a murderer!” Sorrow pleaded for him to listen as Christian finally had enough and forced the gag into her mouth, turning her head roughly and tying it securely to the back of her head so she couldn’t dislodge it.

Once done he turned her on her side and covered her with the blankets, unbothered by the blood that seeped down from her wound.

“See you in a few hours, sleep tight darling.” Christian cooed, bending down to kiss her on the temple before leaving.

Once outside William was back on the porch, his eyes red from tears, sitting down by the door and at the ready.

“Jason told me I was to assist you in retrieving Harry, said you could use some help.” William said, clearing his throat, his eyes never meeting Christian’s.

“Alright, well, ready when you are.” Christian nodded.

William stood up, following Christian towards the direction Harry had last been seen going.

*

Harry ran as fast as he physically was able, going deeper and deeper into the grove until the light came in only slivers between the trees. He had to hide, he had to get help, and he had to save Sorrow.

The touch of her lips still lingered across his and it was only with her promise, her sacrifice that he was now running for his life. She stayed so that he could run.

“I’m coming back Sorrow, I promise. You gave me a shot, I won’t fail you-I can’t fail. You’ll get your second chance.” Harry murmured, the adrenaline rushing through him as he continued along, hoping to find someplace inhabited before nightfall.

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