stockholm syndrome // h.s

eighteen.

*HARRYS Point of View

All of the sudden an abrupt knock on the door interrupted me and Jackie's 'encounter' and I, of course had to answer it, with Jackie being in nothing but a towel and all.

I pulled my arms away from her waist, giving her a small smile as I strolled over to the motel door, opening it as soon as a second knock sounded.

"I really hate to do this man...

The guy standing in the motel doorway trailed off, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he decided how to word his sentence.

You could tell he disliked his job.

"You see, we've had several noise complaints from this room today" The man looked anywhere but my eyes as he tried to imply what "noise" was complained about.

"Oh really? What type of noise's were the complaints about?" I questioned, leaning against the frame of the door as I smirked anticipating the nervous mans answer.

Instead of responding right away he started fiddling with his fingers, probably noticing that Jackie was standing somewhere behind me which just further confirmed his suspicions about the "noise complaints".

"The report states... He started, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sheet of paper "that a voice, presumably a female voice was yelling over and over again what happened to sound like the name 'Harry'"

The man looked up into my eyes uncomfortably after reading the paper aloud.

I couldn't help but laugh at how specific the report was, and the look that was probably on Jackie's face as he read it.

"I hate to break it to you sir but, we're not leaving if that's why you're here" I implemented, leaning against the door frame further.

"Oh no no, that's not why I came at all..this is um, a warning rather" he weakly smiled.

"What happens after the first warning?" I smirked, testing him.

He looked back up towards my eyes, gaining a bit of confidence it seemed.

"Listen, if you're going to fuck, than fuck quietly. There's little kids in the next room over."

I chuckled slightly, trying to imagine the looks on the little kids faces when they heard Jackie screaming my name. Classic.

"Not trying to argue sir but, that was all her" I glanced behind me, motioning to Jackie's completely still figure standing in the bathroom doorway.

Her face was already a bright shade of red and she didn't dare look into the eyes of the man who was peering through the door, getting a better look of 'who' the noise came from.

"Ah" he replied warily, no expression what so ever.

"Well thanks. I think." I smiled at the man as I closed the door shut, practically in his face.

I switched my body around, looking directly into Jackie's wondering eyes.

I chuckled lightly, noticing how embarrassing that probably was for her.

"You know, I started to stroll back over to her spot in the bathroom doorway, "I think we should really give them something to make a complaint about" I questioned, quirking my eyebrow teasingly.

Her eyes widened considerably at my suggestion.

"What?" I teased, poking her in the tummy accordingly.

"I'd rather not" she mumbled, picking at her finger nails, avoiding my eyes.

"You sure did about 5 minutes ago?" I replied, cupping her cheek in my hand, once again.

She quickly brushed my hand off of her cheek.

"Who's the ass now?" I remarked, taking a step away from her.

"Still you" she whispered.

"Ouch, that hurt" I replied cockily, over dramatically grasping my chest as if she really did hurt me physically somehow.

"What is wrong with you" She questioned, agitation clear in her voice.

"Well for starters, I have nightmares that make me act like a maniac, I drink more than the average alcoholic, and oh yeah, I'm kind of a kidnapper" I darkly chuckled.

I glanced down, looking into Jackie's eyes, searching for some sort of response.

She suddenly took a step back, away from me, away from everything she knew I was.

Her eyes turned over into the strongest look of fear. A sudden fear of someone that she thought cared.

Fear of me.

"You're physco" she mumbled barely audible, taking another step back until she realized there were no more steps to take, the wall was close behind.

"Why didn't I see this before" she whispered to herself, as if I couldn't hear what she was saying.

"I hate to break it to you sweetie but, when I kidnapped you, that was probably a sign." I retorted.

"no no no, this isn't real." She mumbled to herself again, looking around the room aimlessly, probably for an escape.

"Oh but it is" I smirked, watching as she continued searching the room with her eyes.

Her eyes quickly landed on a glass lamp that stood alone on the bedside table.

She grasped it quickly, and without a second to spare,

It crashed down, hitting my head with such immense force, and suddenly I was out, like a light switch.

My body crashed down to the floor with a thud and pure darkness engulfed me.

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Authors note: I have no idea why I just wrote that¿???? But I had to mix things up ya know?? YOU GUYS R GONNA FREAK THE FUCK OUT WHEN YOU READ WHAT HAPPENS NEXT MUHAHAH. I feel evil whenever laugh like that aha.

ALSO FUCKING ZAYN LEFT MY BABY WHAT THE FUCK!!??? And for NAUGHTY BOy!¿!??????? I hate everything. (I guess u can tell I'm really handling that well huh?)

P.s I know my chapters are short okay but I update like twice a week so please don't complain I CAN ONLY WRITE SO MUCH OK I LOVE U GUYS THO IGHT!

Well, Stay tuned my children. All the love. xx

janah