(My P.O.V)
2 weeks later...
I got out of bed and sprinted towards the bathroom.
I began to puke and assumed Liam heard me, because I heard him jogging down the hallway and he held my hair back as he rubbed my back soothingly.
I moaned and puked some more.
"Poor Jazzy..." He complained and kissed the top of my head.
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I felt a little better, wanting to eat.
I dug around in the fridge as Liam called everyone up.
"Ohhh! What's this?" I grinned as I found some leftover chicken from last night.
As soon as I was about to eat it, Liam snatched it away.
"Hey! Give it back!" I pouted as my stomach growled.
"Jazz, this could be serious-"
"But I'm hungry!" I whimpered.
He wagged a finger at me.
"Please." I pleaded, my stomach growling louder.
"Eat something food for you!"
"Liam I've been craving that for sooooo long." I whined.
"Jazzy please don't do this."
"I-" I began as the door opened and Bailee rushed in.
"Here!" She said, handing us a few bags of food.
My mouth watered and I crossed my arms.
"What's wrong?" She said, frowning.
"Liam won't let me eat chicken."
"Well... Why not?"
"She shouldn't be eating fast food while she's sick. And it's not good for her, anyways. We ate it last night already." He looked at me and I stuck my bottom lip out.
"What does it take to get food around here?" I murmured to myself.
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionIt's just about every girl's dream to have her night in shining armour, to be rescued and live happily ever after. But this isn't that kind of story. There's hatred, jealousy, and revenge. In the end, it may seem like your average fairy tail.. Or wi...
