Stockholm Syndrome: Monster

Chapter 11: Rooftop

Miko's POV

"What you got Styles?" I smirk, while Harry circles me, trying to find a weak spot. "Everyone has a weak spot, you just want to stand there." He says, irritated. "Okay." I say shrugging, before lashing out and jab-crossing his stomach, which is quite hard might I add. "Damn woman, I wasn't even ready!" He screeches, backing up. "Fine you start, I finish." I propose, he nods before lunging forward, kicking my non-bandage covered side. "C'mon mate, fight." I mumble, his kick felt like....I don't know, the wind blowing, he's trying to go light on me, I won't be going light on him though. I lurch forward, punching him in the chest, kicking his leg to where he falls to the ground, face planting on the mat. I drop down, straddling his back, harshly pulling his right wrist over his back, him groaning in pain. "Well that was short, but interesting..." Mutters Liam from behind me, still videotaping the fight.
"You can get off me now!" Shouts Harry, squirming under my weight.
"Why would I do that, my love?" I mock, trying not to bust into hysterics at Harry's reaction. He freezes completely, I notice a big, idiotic grin spread over his face, before I could react, he flips us over so he's on top.
"Welp, I'll-uh, just leave now." Says Liam, shuffling out the room with his phone, I look back up at Harry.
"Get off." I state simply.
"No."
"Yes, right now."
"But why?" He whines.
"BITCH CAUSE I SAID SO!" I shout really loud in his ear, him reluctantly standing upright and going to get his water.
"My ears hurt." He complains.

"And who's fault is that, Styles?" I roll my eyes, getting a Gatorade from a mini fridge in the corner, Harry's eyes widen.
"You know that's Zayn's fridge right?" He asks, I sigh.
"You know I don't give a shit, right?" I mock, finishing the last half of the bottle in one gulp, him looking at me in awe, then covering his crotch with the water bottle and running off to a door that says, 'Men's Toilets'.
Well...okay then, that was random.
Such weird children...oh I just noticed, I'm alone, I like the boys and all, but I can't be here, I have to escape far enough. Maybe the media and news would just sweep my disappearance under the rug, I'm a genius. I look around, scoping my surroundings. There's windows and a door to stairs which lead to the roof, the roof is my best shot. Snatching a hair elastic from beside Harry's phone, I whip up my hair into a messy ball on top of my head, ready to get the hell out of here.
I look around one last time then quietly go to the rooftop door, clicking it closed, then I speed my ass up the stair case. When I get to the top, I wrench the door open, fast wind blow in my face, causing me to almost fall backwards and die. I walk to the edge, loving the feeling of the warm sun shining on my skin, I'll never take nature for granted again, its so peaceful, my only escape from reality.
Leaning my hands on the crown of the roof, my attempted escape forgotten, I watch the pigeons fly and chase eachother. I wish I could fly and chase with them, without freak-nick therapists, plastic cousins, and nutty boy bands in the way.

I just want to be free.

****************Liam's POV*********

I walk back into the gym, expecting to see Miko going at Harry's throat, but to my surprise no one's here.
Shit, she must have escaped, she couldn't have gone far though, now I know I can't leave her with Harry, he'll just go somewhere while she's unsupervised. I wait outside the women's toilets, but not even a rustle is heard, the windows are all permanently sealed, where could she have gone? I notice a door that says 'Rooftop' on it, I run over to it and speed up the stairs, opening another door to see Miko standing at the edge.

"Miko, you okay?" I ask, jogging up to stand beside her.
"I'm fine...just thinking about stuff." She says sadly, a few tears spilling from her eyes. Her badass demeanor masks the fact that she's sensitive and is broken, sometimes I forget who she really is. I grab her hand and squeeze it, she smiles a real smile, not a smirk, not an evil or playful grin, a beautiful, genuine smile.
"Aw, the complete badass smiled." I tease, she rolls her eyes and growls at me playfully, she sounded eerily like an actual animal, wtf.
"Shut up you." She says grinning as a hint of redness blossoms in her cheeks. "And she's blushing." I say with a valleygirl voice, she punches me in the shoulder.
"Where'd you get this new confidence, Liam?" She asks.
"Last night you were all "Shy Ronney" on me, you stuttering and all that nervous ish." She says pointedly, I noticed she stopped crying, her eyes bright and lively. "Shall we go get Harry and get back to our flat?" I ask, her facial features shift to one of amusement at my mentioning of Harry. "There's something queer going on with homeboy Harry, all I did was drink a whole Gatorade in two gulps, he looked a kid in the candy store, until he covered his crotch with a water bottle and ran off to the bathroom, jackass." She says, muttering the last part, I chuckle. Harry is interested in Miko, he can't lie either, this is gross to even think about but he was aroused by her, ew.
*************Later at the flat***
Miko's POV

After waiting years for Harry to leave the toilets, we gathered our things and headed back to the flat. Now I'm rocking back and forth on the couch like a mental person, because of one thing...I have to sleep in Harry's small room tonight...in the same bed. Liam said to 'maintain balance', I have to take turns sleeping in each of the boys' rooms, he such a douche sometimes. When he told me Harry's room, he smirked evilly, tomorrow night is Niall and so on, the bitch.
"Miko, its okay, he'll at least wear boxers." Says Niall, at least? Does that mean--oh my god, oh don't do it, that means he sleeps NAKED.

"Oh hell no, Harry. You better wear a full on onsie cause TO HELL IF IMMA RISK LAYING NEXT TO SOME NAKED ASS, CRAZY ASS, DUSTY ASS, MUSTY ASS, CRUSTY ASS, RUSTY AS--" My inspirational rant gets cut off rudely by Louis placing his finger on my lips, he sighs while I glare so harshly, if looks could harm, he would be rolling on the floor crying and screaming like a little girl.
"Its can't be that bad, he's a surprisingly a very respectful lad...but if he does do something then go to my room, we can talk about it then." He says, I give him a doubtful look, he knows Harry is way too brave for his own good.

"'He's very respectful' he says, 'it can't be that bad' he says." I mutter, discreetly mocking him.
I get up and go to kitchen for water.

Tonight will be a lot of fun!

SIKE!!!
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I personally love thus chapter, its so badass, *sighs dreamily* but anyway I have nothing to say so as always

KEEP ME POSTED AND HAVE A PEACHY ASS DAY!!🍑🍑🍑🍑