HIDDEN PAIN 𐦍 GarrothXReader

50| Stockholm Syndrome

     I've always hated the popular kids. Despised would be the correct word.

Everywhere I went it was like the stupidest, rudest people become popular and loved. I never understood why.

Why were the bullies always popular? What made them so amazing that everyone seemed to love them but me?

I despised them.

But then I fell for one.

The enemy.

And I fell hard.

I'm barely awake for a minute before I feel the motion of his hand petting down my hair. He brings me closer to his chest, making me adjust slightly, and place my arm around him.

     "I think this is the second time we've accidentally fallen asleep in each other's arms," He mumbles. The sound of his morning voice is... wow.

     "I'm not complaining." His chest vibrates with his soft laughter.

Garroth managed to convince his mom he was staying over at Laurance's house. Laurance convinced his sister he was at Garroth's.

Truly comical considering Garroth has been in here with me the whole time and doesn't even want to talk about Laurance.

And Aaron convinced his mother, father, and Sierra that the Angels really needed us and we would only stay one night.

I'm shocked they caved without many questions.

I have a headache.

But other than that my body feels a lot better than it did yesterday.

There's still quite a bit of soreness, but I think I'll be able to walk if I can manage to escape Garroth's grip. I really need to go pee.

He tightens his grip when I say something. "I will call Aaron or Grizz in here to grab me,"

     "No, just like five more minutes."

     "But I need to pee now,"

     "Fine," The moment he pulls away cold rushes in between us, my body immediately shivering. But then he stands, and I raise my brow.

     "Where do you think you're going?" He gives me a confused glance.

     "To the bathroom with you?"

     "Oh no no-" I throw the blankets off me, forcing myself to sit up. "You are going to go make-up with Laurance so we can have a nice day,"

At least something better than yesterday.

His eyes widen. "And don't you dare try to argue with me because I have a mind-eating headache that's about to make me scream."

My eyes squeeze shut.

     "He hates me, (Y/N)-" But he argues anyway. "How am I going to get his forgiveness- I kissed the girl he liked!" I begin to laugh, but my headache grows worse. "You okay?"

An idea pops into my head.

     "Yeah, I need some Advil. Down the hallway to your right should be the closet area and in the cabinet, there should be some,"

     "Be right back." And he steps out.

One thing.

There's no closet.

GARROTH

     Down the hall on the right. Down the hall on the right.

I enter the room and find rows of mattresses decorated as nicely as possible, beat up but still functional couches, a tiny kitchen area in the corner, and a living room space.