Stockholm Syndrome: Monster

Chapter 7: What Are Those ?

He starts to get up, walking towards me, my back soon hit the wall, whoever put the wall there is a certified asswipe. "Back off Louis..." I murmur, he shakes his head, "You know you want me." He says sarcastically, looking straight in my eyes, still smirking. "Actually, no, I don't." I state pointedly. "But whyyy?" He asks pouting and using a ridiculous baby voice. "You should already know, I mean if you hadn't noticed, your hairline spells out the alphabet, and you smell like that bomb ass tea..." I say trailing off as I hear faint giggles from behind Louis, how manly. Louis glares at me playfully backing up, but not before placing a lingering kiss on my cheek whispering 'I'm not finished with you', sounds like one of Jones's lines. He turns around to the bunch of bimbo's hooting and whistling, at least I could blackmail them. "SHUTUP JEEZUS CHRIST!" I shout. "You're not my dad!" Shouts Niall sarcastically. "Pfft, one I can blackmail you, two I'm not a man." I state, Harry still trying to keep his open, why's he so tired? "But there's nothing to blackmail us with." Says Zayn with a triumphant smirk. "Well Zayn, honey have you checked your back pocket?" I ask with a honey sweet tone. He freezes completely, locking his eyes on mine, "I've got this." Intercepts Harry, swaggering towards me. "Oh really Harry, do you?"

"Yurp." He says, popping the 'p'.

"Well do your magic then." I state dryly, crossing my arms. He holds his hand out for the phone, when he notices I won't give in, he gives one of those 'million dollar' smiles Hannah gushes over. "Damn you, dimples..." I mutter, Harry's chest swelling with pride as he inches closer, his arms snaking around my waist, my breath hitches. "Um, you know you can't seduce me right?" I say pointedly with a smug smile, I see what he's doing, he's sneakingly feeling near the waistband, but hasn't touched the hard phone surface. "Mhm, but I can tell it's on you isn't it?" He asks, his deep voice raspy and low. I push him away by his chest with force, still smiling smugly. "Nice try, bud." I say, walking off and swaying my hips, when I walked past Harry to the stairs, I could tell his eyes were focused on a certain place. I swear I heard a small 'Dayummm' as I passed Louis on the way. Someone grabs my wrist and spins me around, throwing me over their shoulder before I reached the first stair. "What the fudge sticks Zayn, put me back on the ground before I get Dora and Diego to come whoop your spindly ass!" He laughs loudly throwing on the couch. "Boys, come help me!" He shouts, they all run in pinning me down. Zayn starts tickling me, but I'm not ticklish. "Z, she's not ticklish." States Harry, I swear that boy reads my mind, little shit. "Give me my phone back."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"I got one question for you..."
"What?"
"What the fuck are those?" I say, gesturing to some ratty looking Vans on his feet.
"MY CHANCLAS!" Shouts Louis, he could have burst my eardrum the fool. "Louis, I swear..." I warn, his expression devious again, he says 'OK' ascending the stairs backwards so he could smirk at me, little shit...

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Well then...

Soooo yah this chappie is pretty short, but you guys need a break cuz the next one will be very eventful, save the best for later!

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P.s. This chapter has 679 words in it, I swear my Wattpad account is possessed by Fetty Wap....BUT I LOVE HIM YASSSS