Stockholm Syndrome (Seth Rollins x Reader)

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You woke up the next morning to something that smelled delicious. You stood up to go investigate and immediately tripped, falling to the floor. You looked around to see what you tripped on and saw a blanket there with a pillow.

Seth soon appeared in the room with a spatula in his hand and asked, "Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Did you sleep on the floor last night?" you asked. "Yeah, I wasn't sure where you wanted me to sleep and I didn't want to be nosy and look around without your permission so I slept there. Sorry, I should have moved the blanket," he explained.

"It's okay, but please, you can take my bed. I don't mind sleeping on the couch while you're here. It's the least I can do," you told him, standing back up. Seth was about to say something when he heard some sizzling from the kitchen, he quickly ran in there and you followed.

"You're making breakfast?" you questioned. "Yeah, is that alright?" he asked, making sure he didn't cross a line. He wanted to make you a meal. "Yeah, that's fine. I was just wondering what that smell was," you replied. "Hopefully it's a good smell," he responded with a smirk. "It smells delicious," you stated with a small smile, moving to get the table ready for breakfast.

You helped him served the food and you ate breakfast together before he asked, "Do you mind going with me to the hotel I was at?" You looked confused as he continued to say, "My stuff was there when we came over here and neither Dean nor Roman took it with them. I just want to get it before someone else claims my stuff."

"Oh, yeah, absolutely. I'll drive you over right after I clean up the dishes from breakfast," you told him. Unfortunately for you, Seth knew you were going to say that and managed to sneak cleaning all of the cooking dishes before you could catch him. So the only dishes you had to wash were the two plates and the two forks that you used for breakfast.

You smiled to yourself at his action and cleaned the few dishes you had while you told Seth where his shoes were. He left to go find them and when you finished cleaning, you put your own shoes on, grabbing your keys. 

You led Seth to your car and he got in the passenger seat. As you started the car you asked, "Which hotel is it?" "I'm not sure of the name,  but it's the one that's a couple of blocks down from that bar," he replied. After driving the same streets enough times, you knew which hotel he was talking about and it didn't take too long for you to arrive.

You parked and followed Seth inside, noticing how he tried to avoid eye contact to keep from being recognized. "Hi, I had a bit of a family emergency and I left my stuff in my hotel room. I don't have the key, do you mind helping me out?" Seth asked the desk clerk who was sitting at the front desk.

"Sure, what's the room number and the name?" she questioned. "Room 112 for Seth Rollins," he replied. Her expression immediately changed at his words as she said, "Oh! I'm sorry, Mr. Rollins, I didn't recognize you. I thought you and your friends left a few days ago. Please, follow me."

Seth smirked at you as he motioned for you to follow the girl with him. She led the two of you to the room and opened the door. He thanked her before she left and then led you into the room. He grabbed his suitcase and began packing up his stuff. You checked the bathroom for any of his belongings to help him make sure that he didn't forget anything.

After Seth did a final sweep of the room to make sure he had everything, he left the room and the two of you made your way back to your house. When you got there, you took him back to your bedroom and said, "I don't have a guest room, but feel free to use space in here. Half of the dresser has been cleared out since Jeremy got arrested, along with most other things," you told him.

"Thanks, is it alright if I take a shower?" he asked, you nodded your hand and went to the hallway closet to grab him a towel. He took it with a smile before moving to the bathroom to take a shower.