Stockholm Syndrome

A capture bonding between a male Brit and a teenage girl. ~ Ava Smith has always loved having some adventure and fun in her life, but one day after she gets kidnapped by a mysterious Brit, will Ava ever learn to love risks and adventures? Or will she end up becoming a quiet, scared girl?


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"Don't worry I have a plan." I said to calm her down.

"And what would that be?" she whispered, hoping nobody was eavesdropping.

I look around the room to see a big window that showed a scenery of nature. We were probably in an abandoned house in the forest, but I'm sure we could find a road nearby.

"Well they'll eventually untie us..." I started as I continued thinking.

"I'll reach into my booth and use my pepper spray on him or this Louis guy..." her eyes widened in shock at first, but her face then turned into a huge grin.

"I'll then break the window with that stupid metal chair, and we'll just jump onto the tree branch right next to the window and climb down." I finished explaining in a hushed tone.

"Perfect plan. Just one problem." she says as I give her a confused look.

"What if they don't untie us?" she asks.

"Then I'll pretend to have the urge to pee, so then they'll untie me." I said.

"Yeah and reach into your boot to make them suspicious, brilliant plan." she says in a sarcastic tone.

"Or I would lock the bathroom door and also grab my knife and hide it in my jacket's sleeve." I say as she gives me a sheepish smile.

She then looks out the window and looks back at me. "We should get some sleep it appears to be late at night." she says as I nod my head in agreement. She then lays down and faces the window as I face the door. I could tell from the way she was breathing that she fell into a peaceful slumber. While I on the other hand couldn't get my eyes to blink out of fear.


Ava's POV

"Wake up princess." I hear a husky voice say. I pry open my sleepy eyes and see someone new. I notice that Harry was standing next to him with a smirk as he tells the mysterious boy, "Back off Louis, this beauty is mine. Your beauty is over there."

'Louis' then smirks as he walks over to the end of the bed, where Azalea was sleeping. My eyes widened and I said, "Don't you dare touch her you prick!"

"Shut up!" said Harry as I glared at him.

"She's mine, so I can do whatever the hell I want with her." said Louis as I tried to lunge at him, but couldn't for my wrists were still tied to the bed frame.

I continued to glare at them as Louis gently stroked Azalea's cheek. I then look at his face to see he had blue eyes and brown fringe hair. He was very fit and had nice tanned skin, I would've considered him attractive, but knowing that he is one of our captures I will always have hatred towards him. I then hear small noises and see Azalea stirring in her sleep, she wakes up and literally tries to back away from Louis' touch.

"Who-who are you-u?" she stuttered as Louis grinned.

"The names Louis love." he replied as her eyes widened.

"Get away from me! I don't want to be your bitch!" she screamed as she continued to pull back. I then look at Louis expecting a cold hard glare, but instead he looked hurt.

"I'm not going to hurt you love." he said in a sincere tone.

"Yeah right, Harry hurt Ava and you're going to do the same to me!" she cried. Harry's eyes then widened as he groaned and said, "Why would you say that?!"

"'Cause it's true!" I yelled at him. Louis then ran over to Harry and grabbed a fistful of his shirt as he shouted, "They're women Harry! Not animals! Don't even lay a fucking finger on them like that ever again!"

I'm liking this Louis guy, I wish I had him as a brother. Harry then sighs as he says, "Alright, I guess you're right. I would hate if someone hurt Gemma."

Gemma? I wonder who she is, maybe she can get me out of here? I then look over and see Louis walk over to Azalea. He unties part of the knot from the bed frame, but makes sure Azalea doesn't have a chance to escape. He then carries her bridal style as she shouts, "Put me down! Ava help!"

"Don't take her! Aze!" I cry as I struggle to get out of the ropes.

"Azalea!" I cry again as Louis walks out of the room with Azalea, who was still crying and shouting.

Harry then closes the door and takes a seat on the metal chair next to the window. He looks outside and then turns his gaze on me as tears streamed down my face.

"I'm sorry..." he muttered, I think?

"What?" I ask in a whisper. He slouches in his seat and crosses his arms as he mutters out an apology.

"I'm sorry for hitting you and treating you poorly yesterday..." he says as I just stare at him. I simply nod to get his attention and say, "Harry?"

He looks up and asks, "Yeah?"

"I'm thristy and a little hungry." I say in a innocent tone. He then nods and walks out of the room.

Okay Ava, new plan. I gain Harry's trust, so then he unties me, than I find Azalea, and boom! We escape!

Harry then enters the room again, but this time with a tray of food and cups. He sets down the tray next to my legs and grabs a plate of warm waffles with bacon and eggs. In the cup he had orange juice with a bendy straw in it.

He then grabs a fork and knife from the tray and cuts the waffles into small pieces. "Open up." he says as he grabs a piece of the food with his fork.

"If you untie me I can eat it myself." I suggest as he rolls his eyes.

"Not going to happen sweetheart. I wasn't born yesterday." he says as I pretend to be confused on what he was talking about. I then shrug and have the food be fed to me like a newborn child.

"So tell me about yourself." he says as I shrug.

"Not much to say." I tell him.

"Oh c'mon I'm sure you have plenty." he suggests as I think.

"Alright. My name is Ava Smith, I have overprotective parents, but no siblings. My best friend is Azalea, I am nineteen years old, and I got kidnapped when I was on my way to the Leeds Festival." I say with cocky smile as Harry rolls his eyes.

"Now what about you?" I ask as Harry's eyes widen.

"Why do you want to know about me?" he asks.

"Well it seems like I'm never escaping so might as well get comfy here." I say as I slouch against the bed frame. He then shrugs and puts the plate and utensils on the tray.

"Fine. My name is Harry Edward Styles, my parents are okay I guess, and I have a sister named Gemma. My best friends are Louis, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, and Niall Horan, and I am also nineteen years old." he says with a toothy grin.

"So why exactly did you kidnap me?" I asked out of curiousity.

"The boys and I ran away from home 'cause our parents were basically goody two shoes. We didn't like that life, we liked the dangerous lifestyle. It gave us an adrenaline rush, and by the way kidnapping you was the first thing we ever did." he says.

"Are we the only people you kidnapped so far?" I asked.

"Well Louis and I kidnapped you and Azalea. The other boys have their girlfriends from back home who decided to join us." he explains as I nod.

"So what are Azalea and I going to be? Slaves? Pets?" I ask out of worry.

"At first yes, but we don't treat ladies that way-" I gave him a 'really bitch' look as he continued, "Okay not anymore, so instead you're going to stick with us."

"Fine, but I'm not going to help you do anything illegal." I say with my head held high.

"Daddy's girl." he jokes as I nod.

"Well what's the fun in doing what you're told..." says Harry as he stands up and picks up the tray.

"You quoted The 1975." I say as he nods and walks out of the room, leaving me to think about his quote.


A/N Hi. Please comment and vote! Also please check out my other stories and vote and comment on those too!

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Xx TommosFallen Angel

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