Stockholm Syndrome - A Harry Styles Fic

Harry hid in the far back of the closet, listening to William, listening for any other sounds that he could. The musician’s ear picking up other footsteps long after William had quit singing. It was Christian, coming to check on things.

“Her breathing is uneven, blood pressure seems to be gradually dropping. She’s lost a lot of blood. I wouldn’t be surprised if your father finally managed to kill her.” William told Christian emotionlessly as he sewed up the wound and getting the blood to finally clot.

“You’re a doctor-can’t you do anything?” Christian asked, sitting down on the bed next to Sorrow.

“Yes Chris, I’m a doctor. I am however, not God. Unless you want to give her some of your blood or your father-which I don’t think I will hold my breath on that, she will be dead before the next morning…if she even lasts through the night.” William explained, cutting the thread he used to sew the wound closed.

“Give her my blood then, no big deal.” Christian said, offering William his arm.

William sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.

“What I’m trying to say is, your blood is not compatible. She is type A positive and you are B negative. Her A’s antibodies will fight your B’s antibodies. I give her your blood and it will not only not take but it will end up poisoning her. I need another A type or AB type. I’m an O negative and she needs positive so mine has a fifty-fifty shot at helping.” William continued to patiently explain, reaching into his bag and pulling out some scissors, reaching to the back of her head and cutting the silk cloth, pulling it from her mouth and tossing it away from them. “If you loved her-if you remotely cared about her or the baby, you’d get them the hell out of here and to a safe place. Because she’s lost so much blood that baby is most likely going to die now. This-“He gestured to the tightly bound ribbons before reaching and cutting them off her to make a point. “Is not showing her love. It is keeping her hostage. She’s no better off with you than she is your father.”

“You don’t have a right to judge, Will. Your job is to get them better, so get her better or the next bullet that leaves this gun will have your name written on it.” Christian growled, standing up and leaving with a slam of the door.

Harry closed his eyes, listening carefully to his enemy’s retreating form before climbing out of the closet and dropping next to William, taking Sorrow’s hand from behind her and holding it.

“Not very smart, kid.” William murmured lowly so that he couldn’t be heard by anyone but Harry, who just looked up at him.

“I have type AB positive. That’s compatible, right? You said you needed AB or A blood-I have it.” Harry said, offering William his arm.

“Harry, you need to leave and you need to leave now. I can’t protect you from what they’ll do if they catch you. You’re not using your head and you’re going to get yourself hurt.” William warned, shoving him away. “You did something to this girl that only Jude could do and now it could very well cost her, her life.”

Harry’s eyes were wide, unbelieving that William would just let the girl die.

“She needs help, how could you deny her that? You’re supposed to be a doctor-a doctor’s oath is do no harm.” Harry argued, every inkling inside his bones telling him to bolt-to run, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let Sorrow die.

“I am giving her a small mercy, Harry. I’m letting her die. I’d honestly rather see her dead than in the hands of monsters. There are too many to speak of in this profession and Jason has proven to be one of the worst. She’s gone Harry so, say your goodbye and I will try to help you out of the cabin – go to where she told you to go and I will try to secure a plane out of here for you because I can’t allow this to go on anymore. Too many people have suffered.”

Harry felt the helplessness return and tightened his grip on Sorrow’s hand protectively.

“I-no, I’m not leaving her. I made her a promise and I’m honoring it. Give her my blood, William. I can get her out of here-I can give her a life. One that she deserves. We sealed it with a kiss-a promise and I intend to honor it, even if that means losing my freedom again to get her what she needs. Christian wants her alive and what you’re doing is very selfish. You don’t even know if this is what she wants!” Harry hissed, pleaded for William to listen.

“Say goodbye Harry or don’t but stop messing around, you have to get out of here before it’s too late!” William growled back and stood up, only to freeze when the door opened, Christian and Jason standing at the threshold of it.

“I’m afraid it already is, William. I’m afraid it already is.” Jason sighed, his gun aimed straight at the man, looking almost regretful but pulled the trigger on it nonetheless.

William didn’t have time to react, his body was pushed back against the nightstand, the bullet hitting dead center of his heart.

Harry let out a cry of agony as their one last ditch effort was gunned down in front of him, knowing if he had just remained in the closet instead of arguing. Oh God, William- what did he do?

“No!” Harry exclaimed, letting go of Sorrow’s hand and dropping to William’s body, checking his pulse. It was gone, mostly because his heart was partially splattered on the wall and inside him in the form of useless tissue and mush. “Oh god no, please.” Harry began to panic, knowing he was Sorrow’s last chance. Without his blood and without William to do the transfusion, Sorrow would be dead.

Christian approached Harry in anger and hauled him to his feet, forcing the singer’s body to his own in the form of a chest hold, which left his arms held down to his sides and unable to fight the two men.

“I have the blood she needs! Don’t kill me, I can help! I can hel-“Harry’s pleas were cut off when Christian slammed his hand over the frightened singer’s mouth and secured his jaw, silencing anything else Harry had to say.

Harry’s pleas were loud and panicked through Christian’s hand as he was then thrown to the floor and held down, his hands forced behind him, a knee holding them painfully in place but at least his mouth was free again.

“Christian, I can help-I have the right blood type that could help her! Please don’t hurt me, please!” Harry begged out loud, feeling his head pushed hard into the floor.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growled, grabbing a hold of Harry’s hair, looking to his father. “Is there another doctor we could call?”

Jason shrugged.

“There’s always a few around but I don’t know why you would bother. She’s a problem and has caused nothing but. I mean, look at you? You’re a mess, you’re scarred, son, if you weren’t my son I’d shoot you right now just because of how unattractively ugly you are. I am ashamed to call you blood right now because you couldn’t even handle the training Jackson-he tattooed you for god sake, raped you-how you’re my blood I will never know. My son would have been smart, MY son-he wouldn’t have broken down the first week and cried for mercy-cried for his MOTHER.” Jason chastised in utter disgust.

“I’m sorry dad.” Christian murmured softly at the same time Harry stopped fighting against his hold. He finally understood why Christian was the way he was. It didn’t make him any less of a monster but he understood where he got it from.

“Don’t be sorry, fix it! You can start by getting that one tied up and chained back in the basement where he belongs. I have something Jackson gave me to use on you for your training but I think it would be best suited for the rock star there for HIS training, oh am I going to make him wish he were dead. By the time I’m done he will be begging to die.” Jason said, leaving to walk through the cabin to retrieve the items.

When he was gone Christian looked down on his captive, his eyes hardening.

“You’d give Sorrow your blood for nothing in return? What’s the catch? A mega star like you always asks for something in return.” Christian glowered, pulling Harry’s head up so he could talk.

“I don’t want anything, I promise. I just want her to live!” Harry cried out in pain, grimacing as some of his hair gave way from being pulled so hard.

“The only thing you’re going to see from now on is darkness. All you’re going to feel is loneliness. You will never see Sorrow alone, you will never get the chance to help her escape. This is her life and now, it’s yours. Your family and friends will never see you again-not alive anyhow. I will make sure you suffer in some way, every day up to the day you die. Which could be years from now. My father’s right, by the time we’re done with you, you will beg me to die and you know what I’ll do?” He leaned down so his lips were right by Harry’s ear. “I’ll laugh.”

Harry felt tears escape his eyes but he wouldn’t give Christian the pleasure.

Jason came back at that time and tossed Christian a thick looking belt with two leather cuffs attached so they laid side by side with only one chain link between them and the other item looked like a long, heavy oversized mouth guard.

Christian picked up the mouth guard looking gag and examined it.

“He wanted to put me in-what the fuck?” Christian asked somewhat shocked but set the gag down and picked the belt up.

“Act like an animal, get treated like one.” Harry growled, struggling a little-his empathy for Christian going right out the window.

“It will lock onto his waist. I’d put it on backwards so his hands are behind him and that gag will also serve as a purpose, evidently he needs to be trained to speak only when he’s spoken to. Something Sorrow evidently failed to show him.” Jason chuckled.

“Fine then, help keep him still so I can get this on him.” Christian gritted his teeth, forcing Harry’s head back down on the floor, opening the belt.

“Nah, I got a better idea,” Jason said, going over to Sorrow and clicking the gun off safety. “He’s going to put the belt on himself.”

“Bloody fuck that!” Harry yelled but let out an exclamation as his body was jerked in an unnatural angle so he was facing up toward the bed Sorrow was on, her face peaceful with sleep.

“I think you’ll cooperate because if you don’t I will kill her and you will watch and then just for good measure I will make you fuck her corpse. Christian? Let him get up off the floor, he’ll do what he’s told.” Jason smirked and leant in close, the tip of his gun massaging Sorrow’s temple.

“You’re sick, you need help-you both do.” Harry said with defeat as Christian helped him from the floor and forced the belt into his hands.

“She’s dead anyhow unless she gets a blood transfusion-what’s the point? Kill her now or let her die later, it’s all the same, mate.” Harry explained calmly, swallowing hard and watching the gun’s movements against Sorrow’s temple.

“I’m tempted to let her live just to see her suffer, let you see her suffer. You made her a promise and it will give me more pleasure than I could ever express to know that every time you look at each other that it was all for nothing. I win, at the end of it all I will always win.” Jason chuckled before positioning the gun fully on her temple.

Harry faltered, his hands going weak at his side, the belt almost slipping from them.

“Put it on Harry.” Jason growled, pushing the gun deeper into her flesh with his finger starting to press on the trigger.

Christian grabbed the belt and opened it, placing it around Harry’s waist so the cuffs were in the back and buckling it, pulling it tightly.

Harry’s breath was knocked from him temporarily as it pressed painfully into his stomach and restricted huge breath intake.

He heard a small click and looked down to find Christian had locked the belt on, it couldn’t be removed without a key.

“It won’t make a difference in the end, if we never get free, we will in death. “

Harry rasped but couldn’t talk much because of the smaller breaths he had to take. Seeing this opportunity, Christian pulled Harry’s hands behind him and locked them into the cuffs before picking up the mouth guard gag from the floor and forced it into his mouth, positioning the teeth into the rubber mouthpiece and fitted the straps to the back of his head, locking it tightly enough so it pressed into his face. The platelet fit across his mouth, stopping to his chin and beginning right below his nose, it stretched across a good seven inches across his face. When Christian was done he took Harry by the arm and forced him to the bed, making him sit on the edge of the bed, which knocked the wind from him again. The belt had been put on way too tight.

“How does it feel to know you failed her? How she was failed by everyone she ever cared about? That ever cared about her? You sealed a promise with a kiss, she sealed hers-and yet, you both failed each other. William could have helped-he didn’t. He betrayed her, betrayed you. Her brother Kohl-he left her here, he never cared and Jude. He broke her heart worst of all. He betrayed her, I knew it was only a matter of time, so he was killed. Now there’s you-Harry Styles, who could have escaped, could have saved his own skin but came back for a gutter rat-a mere insignificant human that should mean absolutely nothing. Yet, you sealed your fate the very moment your lips touched. I hope it was worth it Harry because you won’t remember what the wind feels like, much less the sun by the time you get out of those chains. That stuff you’re wearing, I hope you like them because you’ll be wearing them for a long time.” Christian finished, fitting a smaller padlock into the lock on the gag and clicking it closed, sealing Harry’s fate.

Harry’s tears were silent, his eyes never breaking with Sorrow’s face. Christian was right, he had failed her, he failed her because he came back-William failed them both because he didn’t believe. He felt Sorrow’s death was the only way, now it just very well might be their only hope.

“You know what? Tie him to one of the trees outside for the night, wrap a tarp around him so he doesn’t freeze to death but since he wanted out of the basement so bad, I say we let him out. One last sunset and one last sunrise because after, he won’t be leaving the basement.” Jason ordered, taking the gun from Sorrow’s head and leaning over, purposely jerking her head up and tenderly placing a kiss on her mouth, knowing Harry was watching him intently.

“All those things I promised, all those things that I’m going to do to you-to her, you will wish for death before long and that Harry, is a promise-in fact, consider it sealed with a kiss.” Jason chuckled, watching Christian grab him and start to lead him from the room before Harry could lunge at him.

Tears were falling down Harry’s face freely as he was pulled along, his breath ragged as he struggled to pull in adequate air and the gag muffling his protests to barely anything but a silent whisper.

Harry never felt so scared in his life, especially as he was pulled along the cabin and outside to a grove of thick trees.

As he got closer he could see rotted rope already hanging from one of them.

“You know what? We’re going to play a little game, it’s called survival. You survive without the tarp tonight and you get to live, if not-well, there’s room for two bodies next to Jackson.”

Harry could barely fight Christian because it took energy, energy he didn’t have. If the belt wasn’t on he would have fought like hell to stay away from that tree but that was the idea. The belt was to keep him compliant, the gag was to keep him silent and there was nothing he could do. The choice had been taken from him-just as it had been from Sorrow. They were powerless.

Christian threw Harry against the tree and grabbed hold of the rope, wrapping it around the singer’s body and pulling it tight, knotting it in the front of him so nothing was accessible in the back.

“Hope your feet don’t get too tired.” Christian smirked, making a fist and giving Harry a right upper clip against the side of the face.

Harry’s head snapped back, his head smashing against the tree with force, which was enough to daze him but nothing compared to the mental anguish he was experiencing. Everything fell apart in just mere hours, all promises were broken and all hope was lost. He had failed.

“Goodnight superstar, see you in the morning-if you’re still kicking.” Christian smiled, waved and walked away.

What about Sorrow? Harry thought weakly, watching Christian retreat back to the cabin, leaving him outside in silent misery.

Notes

Four more chapters-just 4 more. This chapter was extremely intense for me to write, I started to write the chapter at 10PM with about a 15 min break. Nine hours - hope it was worth it. Enjoy!