Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 15

(My P.O.V.)

As I was about to enter the living room, a hand grabbed me and pulled me back.

"Let me go!" I hissed quietly and suddenly realized it was Harry.

Oh no.

Not him again.

"I was just going to apologize-"

I cut him off immediately and put a hand up to his mouth.

"Shush! I know what you're trying to do, but we're just friends. Okay? Is that clear?! FRIENDS. Now go back to your little Austrailian model friend, or should I say "Nadine Leopold"..." I even put up quotations with my hands.

He shook his head and walked away, until I heard the door shut.

I signed and screamed out loud,"REALLY?! YOU ARE SOOOOOO PATHETIC STYLES!!!!!! RUNNING AWAY FROM A WEE LITTLE GIRL! I-"

I brushed away my tears threatening to stream down my face.

What is wrong with me?

I love Liam anyways!

Harry isn't worth my time.

That's why he picked that Victoria Secret model instead, yet he doesn't know her that well.

Hmph.

"'Never felt this way about anyone else before.'"

Ohhhhh maybe you should get married!

You are SO cute together.

And yet I trusted him before, but now he's just left me falling to pieces.

I sighed and walked into the living room.

"Babe! Was that you screaming?" Liam said as he saw me and jumped up from the couch to grab a hold of me and hug me tight.

I needed this terribly.

My shoulders started shaking and he probably knew I was about to sob.

Yup, the waterworks are starting up pretty quickly here.

"Babe? What happened? Are you okay?"

Okay Liam, I'm sorry but do I seem okay?!

"N-No..." I managed to choke out and shook my head up against his shoulder.

He squeezed tighter and kissed my head while running his hand up and down my back, soothingly.

Suddenly the door burst open and of course, he was back.

Back with the little brat.

There stood a happy curly 21 year old and a brat.

Brat that I hated so much.

Never wanted to see her.

But yet it's too late.

And even worse, she walked up to me and happily stuck out her hand.

"Go away..." I seethed through my teeth against Liam's shoulder.

"What?" Her smile became wider.

I looked up at her and she frowned.

"Oh my!" Wow her annoying accent. Worse than I thought..

"Were you just crying?"

"No sh-"

"Babe..." Liam shushed me and my face softened towards him, but never changed to Nadine.

"Liam please let me handle this..."

"So..? What happened?" She looked confused, but "sad".

"I hardly know you! No get away from me Nadine!!! Before I f-"

"Jazz!!!" Harry screamed and ran over to us.

Suddenly little Ms.Nadine Leopold started crying.

Wow! A little model.

How pathetic.

"Baby it's okay." He cooed and held her.

I snorted in disgust and strut away from Liam.

"Babe wait!"

"No..." I murmured as the tears welled up once again and just ran.

I didn't know where to, but it had to be somewhere away from this place.

"Babe really!" I saw him behind me, holding a hand up.

We weren't far from the "mushy gushy" couple.

Yuck.

But I stopped and looked at him sadly, then glared towards Harry and "Nadine.

Still seemed fake to me.

Because, obviously, she's a freaking model.

Probably has her own TV show or somethin.

Liam looked at Harry and yelled,"You'd better get out of my home right now. You don't belong her. And I couldn't care any less about your "girlfriend"."

Yay! He used quotations too!

Woohoo! Love you Liam.

But that's just the usual.

And then that's when my legs felt as if they automatically moved a little closer to him.

"Woah..." I barely whispered.

"What's wrong hun?" He asked and looked back at me.

I smiled weakly, then turned around, holding myself and began to cry again.

I have no idea why I even cared.

I had someone by my side and who never cheated or lied!

But I just don't know...

(Liam's P.O.V.)

I frowned and turned back to the two.

I snapped at them once again and shoved them roughly out the door.

Slamming it and locking it, I sighed and ran my fingers through my quiff.

Then I turned back to Jazz and jogged over to her, hugging her.

"Don't be sad love. I'm here. And I love you..."

"Love you too."

"Forget about him!" I threw my hand as a motion to the door. "I would never use you like him. Or ever be like him!! He's just-"

"I know..." She barely whispered, as her stomach clenched up inside, as she was trying so hard not to cry.

Why did this ever have to happen to me?

To her?

Or us?

If only there was some solution.

I can't let her be this way!

But quickly I decided to carry her back to the couch and layed her down.

"Better?" I said, after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Yes. A little anyways, but thanks." She nodded and cuddled closer to one of the cushions.

I sighed and sat on the edge of the couch, stroking her face.

I am officially done with these love triangles.