Harry Styles Imagines

•It's too late for rescue now•

I feel so bad for laughing at the gif.

NOT MINE. CREDITS TO THE OWNER.

https://www.google.ae/search?q=harry+styles+imagine+stockholm+syndrome&oq=harry+styles+imagine+s&aqs=chrome.4.69i57j69i59l2j0l3.122860j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

Who missed me?

"On August 23rd, 1973 two machine-gun carrying criminals entered a bank in Stockholm, Sweden. Blasting their guns, one prison escapee named Jan-Erik Olsson announced to the terrified bank employees "The party has just begun!" The two bank robbers held four hostages, three women and one man, for the next 131 hours. The hostages were strapped with dynamite and held in a bank vault until finally rescued on August 28th. After their rescue, the hostages exhibited a shocking attitude considering they were threatened, abused, and feared for their lives for over five days. In their media interviews, it was clear that they supported their captors and actually feared law enforcement personnel who came to their rescue. The hostages had begun to feel the captors were actually protecting them from the police. One woman later became engaged to one of the criminals and another developed a legal defense fund to aid in their criminal defense fees. Clearly, the hostages had "bonded" emotionally with their captors." I slowly read through the endless amounts of tabs I have open on my laptop.

"What are you reading?" His voice echos behind me, making me jump.

"Oh, just some article." I say, closing it out.

"C'mon, I made us dinner." He grabs my hand and gives a small smile before pulling me up. I sit at my usual spot in the grubby room, full of dingy, old furniture and eat the spaghetti he made.

"You're such a good cook. Why weren't you a chef?" I ask, twirling some noodles around my fork.

"Actually, I worked in a bakery for a little while. After that things just changed, I guess." He shrugs and takes another bite, sauce flicking on his chin. I laugh and wipe it off with a napkin.

"Thanks." He smiles down at me then continues to eat.

After eating, I announce I'm going to go take a shower. He nods.

I quickly cleanse then hop out, excited to see what else he had planned for the night. Most nights we just watched a movie, which was always great. But other nights, he would have a long, romantic evening planned out. It was perfect.

"He-" I begin to say, stepping out of the bathroom and into our master bedroom, but he cuts me off.

"Why would you read something like this?!" He booms, pointing to the computer where he had been searching my history.

"I.. I just started looking at medical things and it sounded interesting so I clicked it... I'm sorry..." I stutter, my voice wavering as I back up into the wall, scared as to whats going to happen.

"I don't ever want you looking at that again. It's all fake." He snarls, approaching me.

"H-Harry.. I'm sorry, p-please don't.." I close my eyes and turn my face away from him.

"Do you think I'm gonna hurt you?" He asks, shocked.

"N-no, I'm just really sorry... I didn't mean to.." I say truthfully, looking into his eyes. He walks into the living room, leaving me in the bedroom in one of his old t shirts.

I slip into bed and turn my back to the door.

Although it was clear he didn't want me looking into it, I couldn't stop thinking of Stockholm syndrome.