stockholm syndrome // h.s

twenty four.

Jackies Point of View

Harry noticed as I looked past his eyes and focused on the troubled drunken blonde girl standing hopelessly behind us, waiting for Harry to give her some kind of attention.

I brushed past him and began walking towards her, not even knowing what my intentions were just yet.

I paused a few inches in front of her, taking a breath before starting,

"Listen, I know you're drunk so I'll just spell it out for you. Harry is off limits, to you and every other girl sleazing around this motel. You can pass that around."

Harry gulped loudly from behind me, my head quickly shot back at him, all I was met with was a surprised expression, eyes bulging.

"You don't own him you know. He's not a dog, he's a person." She snapped at me.

My fist suddenly balled at my sides, my eyes darkened, and the girl quickly looked regretful of her remark.

"I never said that I own him, but that doesn't mean that I sure as hell don't deserve him. Do you have any idea what I've been going through with this guy? " I snapped back sternly, inching closer to the girl and increasing the tension.

The girl took a step back, probably realizing I meant business.

She forced a laugh before replying "I get it now" She began shaking her head, a grin plastered on her fake face.

"He won't love you back, will he?"

I threw a heavy punch her way before any of us could even process what happened. Harry immediately yanked me back by my waist and spun me around towards him.

Not quick enough apparently. I turned back around, still in Harry's grip, she was holding her nose in her hand and grimacing as blood seeped through her fingers and ran down her arm.

Harry smirked down at me, clearly finding humor in all of this. "Chill out" he whispered down towards me, giving me a look that implied he was on my side.

Harry pulled me by my wrist to his room down the outdoor corridor.

"You win"

I turned back around towards the girl at the end of the corridor.

"It wasn't a competition"

The girl smirked cockily in response before walking away from the motel, her nose still cradled in her hand.

I turned back towards Harry, no expression in either of our tired faces.

"You'll always win" He stated quietly, taking my cheek in his right hand and my fingertips in his other.

I didn't know how to respond to him, so I didn't. I gripped his fingers in the palm of my hand and started walking inside his (previously our) motel room.

His hand dropped from mine as he pushed the door shut behind him and turned back towards me.

"I think I broke her nose. What if she tells the cops? Oh my god, what if she bleeds out on the sidewalk somewhere!?" I paced around the room as adrenaline coursed through my body and engulfed my thoughts.

Harry smirked at my paranoid thinking.

"God, I can't believe you were about to have sex with her!"

"You had sex with the motel guy?"

I groaned immediately at the thought, it didn't even feel like "sex" when we were doing it. It just felt like I was doing a troubled friend a favor.

"He was sad and lonely and his girlfriend just died. I couldn't just pat him on the back and give him a gold star!"

"You could've" Harry chuckled sarcastically.

"Well, I didn't"

"I'm aware"

I rolled my eyes towards him in response.

"I'm still mad at you." Harry exclaimed.

I sat on the motel floor criss cross, shrugging my shoulders at him.

"Your acting like you're the only one that matters, Harry." I snapped back at him, not really aiming to fight again but I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

He sighed heavily "let's not argue."

"I don't want to argue, but I really think we should at least talk about it I mean-

Harry's warm lips suddenly crashed onto mine, making me shut up immediately.

His grip moved from my cheek to my hands as he pulled me up from off the floor, wrapping one arm around my waist and resting the other on the back of my neck.

I leaned further into the kiss as his tongue slid aimlessly over my lips, of which I granted him entrance.

A familiar feeling quickly embodied me head to toe. It felt as though fireworks were being set off on the soles of my feet and being shot up, all the way to the tip of my head.

Harry suddenly maneuvered us to the bed in the center of the room, I was half laying on the end of the bed as Harry sloppily hovered over me, never breaking the kiss, not even for a second.

I pulled him closer towards the bed by the nape of his neck, massaging his loose curls in my hands in the process.

Harry slowly began grinding his hips onto mine, resulting in a breathy moan from me that echoed between our mouths and vibrated his lips.

Harry quickened the kiss and you could tell he was trying to step it up, and I was ready.

Harry suddenly broke the kiss and shifted straight to my neck.

The fullness of his plump lips against my sensitive neck was enough to jumble my thoughts and before I knew it I did something I thought I'd never do,

I moaned "daddy"

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a.n: I thought that was a funny way to end the chapter hah. Okay, so quick apology for not updating in literally like 2 months (IM SORRY) I was so busy but hopefully this story will be finished very soon -smirks-
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p.s don't freak out if I change the cover aGAIN soon, I'm getting someone to do it a little more professionally so ya

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