stockholm syndrome // h.s

the end.

Jackies Point of View

I woke up to the most stunning sight.

Harry's soft cheek was nestled in the crook of my neck, our legs intertwined, his soft silky curls cascaded over his pretty face, it was quite something.

I was almost tempted to kiss his soft pouty little lips and play with his curls but decided against it, he was probably exhausted.

Three harsh knocks onto our door suddenly echoed though the room, making me jump, which resulted in a "I'm sleepy don't wake me" groan from Harry.

"Jackie?" The voice was worried, and unfortunately, all to familiar, it was Louis.

I mentally cursed him, hoping if I stayed quiet he would just go away and forget about me and everything that happened between us.

"Jackie"

He was full on shouting now, I groaned in defeat as I gently slid away from Harry and our bed.

I grabbed a stray towel from the floor and wrapped it around my mostly naked body.

I opened the door cautiously, making sure not to further wake Harry.

"What the hell happened last night?" Louis exclaimed immediately, I quickly closed the door behind me.

"Listen" I whispered, ushering us as far away from the door of Harry and I's room as possible.

"Just forget it ever happened."

Louis' looked completely dumbfounded, which was almost a good sign. I didn't need any more drama.

"For christ sake Jackie! Do you have any idea how hard it was to finally open up to a girl since Eleanor passed? That girl was you. I opened up to you because you made me feel like you cared."

I stepped back in shock at his outburst.

"Last night wasn't some meaningless fuck to me. You were the first girl I've had sex with since the accident. Do you realize how long it took me to be able to do that without hating myself? Or do you just not care?"

A single tear made its way down my cheek, I quickly wiped it alway, trying to hide my weakness.

"Louis I-

"You didn't care? Yeah, Jackie I'm fully aware" He spat angrily.

"No Louis, I was going to say I didn't know you felt that way, I didn't realize that it meant that much to you" I choked out slowly, making sure that my towel didn't slide down as I became rather tense.

"Well," he sarcastically chuckled,"you do now."

"I'm so sorry" I barely mumbled, slowly cupping my mouth in shock. It wasn't suppose to happen like this.

"No. No you're not, because you know what?" Louis stepped closer to me, pointing his finger towards me in a intimidating manner.

"If you were actually sorry, you wouldn't still be in that hotel room with that psychopath." He exclaimed, anger increasing with every word.

"What the fuck is going on"

Louis and I's head immediately shot to the door, Harry practically felt into the outdoor corridor as he pulled the door shut.

"Harry I-

I was quickly cut off by the hurt look on Harry's face as he noticed the current situation in front of him.

"You know what, I'm done caring, should've never started in the first place." Louis stated while motioning between our bodies.

I could feel my face heating up just thinking about the current look on Harry's face as he stood just inches behind us.