Stockholm Syndrome (Jelsa)

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Elsa's POV

''F*cking hell.'' I groaned when I woke up. My head hurts like hell. It's like someone's smashing it with a hammer. I will now remind myself not to party hard with my sister. At least, nothing stupid happened.

I heard a soft laugh and my attention turned towards Jack who was sitting on the other couch. He was examining me and I furrowed my eyebrows.

''What are you doing here?'' I yawned out and layed back down on the soft couch.

''You're not supposed to ask me that. I should be, what are you doing here?'' he asked and I looked around me. Okay, this is not my place.

''What the f*ck am I doing here?'' I asked.

''Woah, watch your language, miss. You cuss a lot.'' he told me.

''You have no right to tell me what to do. I can cuss whenever and wherever I want.'' I told him and he chuckled.

''F*ckng rich people problems.'' he said.

''Ahh, you're now cussing too, huh?'' I asked.

''Well, I think you're really a bad influence.'' he pouted.

''I. Am. Not.'' I said and sat up. Sh*t, my head still hurts.

''Says the one who got drunk and entered someone else's apartment. What if you entered a stranger's apartment? He could have raped you. Or maybe, dissect you and sell your internal organs.'' he told me.

''Can you just shut the hell up? All these talking hurts my head even more. But look, I entered your apartment so, no need to think of those 'what ifs' of yours.'' I told him and he smirked.

''You're really a brat.'' he whispered and I just acted that I didn't hear him.

''Do you have... medicine?'' I asked and he raised an eyebrow.

''After what you've done. After you cuss at me and push me away you're going to ask for help?'' he asked.

''Ahh, enough of this drama, Jack.'' I said and he huffed.

''Fine.'' he said.

''Wow, you're so gay.'' I said and closed my eyes.

''I'm not gay!'' he shouted from his kitchen making me giggle a bit. I heard some drawers opening and also a groan. I opened my right eye and turned sideways to peek what had happened. He was holding his left foot and he was cursing under his breathe. I smiled and went back to my original position and closed my eyes once again.

''Here you go, madam.'' I hear him say and I looked at him. He pointed at the medicine and glass of water on the table. I took both and put the medicine in my mouth then drank some water. I handed him the glass and he raised an eyebrow.

''Put it back, pretty boy.'' I said and he gave me a look.

''You know a thank you and a please would do.'' he said and I pursed both of my lips.

''Plank you, now go.'' I said shooing him and he rolled his eyes. He went back to the kitchen. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed. I need to ressssttttttt. Remind me not to get drunk again.

I was close to sleeping when I felt something underneath me and I gasped.

''What the fu-.''

''Why do you curse a lot?'' he asked and I looked at him. My arms were now around his neck and he was carrying me. He looked at my arms that were around his neck and raised an eyebrow.

''You disturbed me, idiot! I got frightened so don't jump into conclusions. It's your fault, you know!? Why would you suddenly carry me? What's your trip?'' I asked.