Stockholm Syndrome

Life is not like in the movies. You don't wake up one day and know exactly what will happen and just realize your dreams. Sometimes you can't even influence things.
The tumor was spotted when I was fifteen. I'm eighteen now and it's time to say goodbye. But not because I will die, no. It's more than this. It's time to say goodbye, because I'm starting a new life... But not like I planned it.
At first everything feels like a dream, but suddenly it turns into a nightmare and all I can do is watch. I can't explain why, but all at once I'm caught between where I am, what and especially who I want. Life is hard. There is love, hate, loss and happiness, but am I strong enough to stay and say what's on my mind?


2. Bad Jokes And Harsh Reality

My eyes fluttered and my head tilted to the side.

"Hey, everything okay?" it whispered at my side and I looked in the direction from which the voice came. I saw everything out of focus and all movements were difficult for me. I could only see that the room was small and the lights were dimmed.

When my hand was pressed, I looked at the person.

Voluminous hair, bright green eyes, wide smile.

He stood up and ran his free hand through my hair.

"Are you finally rested, Gracie?" he asked with a small laugh in his voice and looked at me lovingly. But I could neither recognize the outline nor the voice of this person. 

So I finally asked, a little puzzled, "Who are you?" 

I heard a chuckle and he cocked his head. "Don't you remember me?" he asked, stroking my cheek.

I wanted to strip away his hand, but I couldn't move my hands. I remembered everything so incredibly hard, even thinking was hard for me.

"I- I cannot remember hardly anything" I admitted and he just sighed sympathetically.

"Yes, the doctors told me that this condition would last for a few minutes. But that's quickly over, dear."

Slowly, the whole situation was scary to me. So I just nodded and looked at his hand, which squeezed mine.


He had said something about doctors. Doctors operate. So I was in the hospital...? And suddenly everything was back.


"The tumor," I whispered and looked jerky back to the outline, which represented his face.

"Don't worry" he reassured me. "The operation went well, the tumor was benign. You will get healthy again."

I sighed and exhaled in relief and nodded.

That was finally a good sign. Now I only had to recover from the general anesthesia.

I looked around the room, but nowhere I could find my brother, who had assured me that he would be with me when I would wake up.

"Where is Xander?" I asked the boy with green eyes, who stood by my side.

"Xander's not here," he said and gritted his teeth slightly. 

"Okay... and Cassidy?," I asked again, but he shook his head.

"She's probably at Zayn's" he said and slowly my gaze was sharper.

I realized that the boy had curls and looked at me thoughtfully.

"Harry!" I said and was pleased that I had finally recognized him. His face lit up and he laughed relieved.

"So you recognize me?" he asked again and his voice sounded like a chuckle. I nodded and looked again around the room.

And then I stopped.


That was not my hospital room. Well, here stood the devices, a few chairs, a table and everything a hospital room offered, but it was not my room.

It was dark, because there were only small windows that were hardly pure light. And the walls were gray, like the door.


I swallowed and looked back at Harry, who kept looking at me with his thoughtful gaze. Then I looked down at me and now I realized why I could hardly move. My hands and my feet were chained to the side of the bed.


"Harry..." I said slowly and then looked up at him. "What's going on here?"

He smiled at me and said, as if it were obvious, "I told you that I got you."

The situation was so strange that I had to laugh.

"That is really a bad joke, right?" I said and laughed again and shook my head. "You can't trick me. I've seen "Punk'd!", I know how this goes. So you can come out!" I laughed again, but everything was quiet.

Harry looked at me confused and I just shrugged my limbs. 

"Come on, take the chains off! I've seen through your plan! I must say, you had almost got me!" I laughed again and looked at Harry, but he only wrinkled his forehead. I sighed.

"Cas? Xander?" I cried, but it was quiet. "Okay, how long am I supposed to play the victim?" I finally asked him and then I tore my eyes. "Or should that be a surprise, as in my case? Sorry, but mine was just too good!" I winked at him and laughed again, but he still looked at me confused.

"You don't take this serious, right? Do you really think that this is a joke?" he asked me and I rolled my eyes.

"What else should it be? Should I believe that Harry Styles, the Harry Styles, has kidnapped me and I am chained up somewhere in a room at a bed about miles away from the nearest human being?"

"Um..." was all he said and I frowned.

"Oh, come on. As if such a thing would happen!" I laughed again, but he didn't laugh and slowly the whole situation was uncomfortable to me. "You know, it's not really nice to do something like this to someone who has just woken up from a tumor operation. That's just sick and not funny anymore."

Slowly he let go of my hand, just stood next to me and stared down at me.

"Can you please arrange the chains now? This is really uncomfortable," I said, looking up at him, but he shook his head.

"Grace. This is not a game and not a joke. I'm serious," he said and looked at me coldly. "I had really thought you were wiser" he added and I tore my eyes.

"Wow," I said and wanted to fold my arms, but of course it couldn't be done. "Harry, we have just spent a few hours together and already you've set my cleverness in question? You don't even know me!"

He gave a short laugh and flopped down on the chair next to my bed.

"Oh yeah, I know you, Grace Miller. You're also just a normal girl. You have a lot of what you wish for. Material things. But what matters most to you, you don't have. You wish for love and security, something that your family could give you never right. Someone strong by your side that is always there for you. Do you see Xander here somewhere? Or Cassidy? I don't. But I'm here." He grabbed my hand again. 

"I was all the time with you and I'll stay by your side. I've known it from the first moment when Cassie has told us about you. She has much in common with you, but only you are..." He sighed and smiled at me. "You are unique. And that's why I'll never leave you. Never."

My heart had skipped a beat and I stared at him. 

"So, you really are serious?" I asked, looking at him anxiously. Everything he said sounded just... sick. Crazy. Unreal.

He nodded encouragingly and then said with a chuckle "Of course, Sweetheart. I could never lie to you."


Holy crap. This guy had serious problems.


"But maybe ... maybe this is all a joke. Do you really think Harry Styles would kidnap you, because he had fallen in love with you and wanted to be with you forever together?" whispered a voice in my head and I wanted to do anything else and agree, but then I saw the look on his face.

I had loved from the beginning his wonderful green eyes, but now they had something crazy in itself.


"Seriously?" I whispered and he nodded.

"It's my dead serious, honey" he said, smiling at me.

Difficulty I brought forth the following words: "Are you really totally crazy?!"

All of a sudden he let go of my hand and jumped up. "What is it, Gracie? I thought you would also like me!" he cried, looking at me reproachfully.

"Of course I do! But only as friends! We know each other only for a few hours!" I wanted to raise my hands, but the chains tore at my skin. "And now do these shitty fucking handcuffs off!"

He laughed and looked at me. "Do you seriously think that I would still make you this favor?" he asked, clenching his fists.

"This is insane! You are insane!" I yelled at him and gave him the worst look I could.

He stepped up close to me and the bed, before he stopped briefly in front of my face and said "If I were you, I would think about what I say."

Then he straightened up and looked at me coldly. "Calm down first again. Then I'll be back" he said, simply turned and walked to the door. 

"Don't you dare let me back here alone, Harry!" I yelled, but he just kept walking.

"Harry, you can't do that!" I cried, but he ignored me.

"Harry!" No response.

"They will look for me, Harry! Let me out of here!" He paused, laughed and then went on.

"Harry!" He unlocked the door.

"Damn it, Harry!" He opened the door, went out, and locked the door again.

And then I was alone.

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