stockholm syndrome // h.s

seventeen.

Jackie's Point of View

"Can we talk?" Harry questioned through the bathroom door.

My face suddenly became hot and flushed again as the only thing I could concentrate on was the fact that Harry listened to me getting off on the thought of him.

A pity filled tear began to work its way down my cheek before I harshly wiped it away with the back of my hand.

I hesitantly pulled my damp body away from the floor and towards the door. The last thing I wanted to do was look Harry in the eyes but frankly, I have to come out sooner or later, not to mention I'm freezing and my clothes aren't even in here.

I placed my hand on the door knob, twisting it open as slowly as my hand would allow.

Of course he was standing there waiting, just as I had hoped he wouldn't.

I lifted my head slightly higher so his eyes could meet mine just as they so desperately were trying to avoid.

He lips immediately pulled upward into a cheeky smirk, the same damn smirk that id somehow grown to adore, and that was all It took,

suddenly the embarrassment seemed to wash away and the air was once again comfortable, aside from the fact that a small part of me wanted to tackle him to the ground and punch him in the jaw, yet, a bigger part of me wanted the complete opposite.

"You my friend, are an ass" I remarked somewhat sarcastically, aiming to lessen the tension.

He chuckled lightly before responding, "maybe," he started, "but I wasn't the one moaning my name in the shower" he replied jokingly.

"You're never gonna let me hear the end of that huh?" I questioned, slightly more seriously.

"Probably not" Harry smirked, inching closer towards me, causing the inches between us too lessen considerably.

"It's not my fault you know" I reasoned.

"Oh it isn't?" He replied moving one step closer to me, completely eliminating the gap that was previously between us.

"Nope" I mumbled, no expression evident in my voice.

The tension between our bodies stiffened as we simultaneously noticed how close we together were, so close, I could practically feel Harry's hot breath linger against my lips as he breathed out.

"So it's my fault?" He questioned, dipping his nose down to where it was barely touching mine and cupping my cheek with his muscular hand.

"Basically" I whispered, practically mouthing my response onto his lips.

"How so?" He whispered back, not moving his nose from mine at any point.

"You just make me-

"Horny?" He smirked against my lips.

"I was actually going to use a different explanation but, sure, I guess." I mumbled barely audible, not even believing the words that flowed out of my mouth.

Harry's full lips suddenly pressed against mine, lingering in pure bliss as he massaged our lips together gently and slowly.

My lips undoubtably felt like they were on fire, a pleasant fire, a fire that eventually engulfed my entire body and made my heart race with an unthinkable desire for the curly headed boy that was causing that feeling of fire.

My fingers mindlessly searched for his hair, and soon enough I successfully felt silky curls between my fingers.

My knees were starting to feel weak, and he seemed to notice.

Harry pinned me against the bathroom door, his hands pressed to my hips to where they were resting on the thick blue towel that was covering most of my body.

"You don't want to fall in love with me." Harry whispered against my lips sternly, his forehead falling down against mine.

"That won't be a problem, considering Asshole isn't my type."

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