Stockholm Syndrome: Monster

Chapter 15: Psycho

"Hello?He-oh hi sir! " I say, greeting the police officer on the other side of the line.
O: "Yes ma'am, now how can I help you?"
"I have to report a very queer gentleman, he's currently locked in my bathroom."
O: "Ma'am, may I ask why this sir is locked in the bathroom?"
"He is currently shouting things about me, inappropriate things."
O: "Understood, and what exactly is he saying?"
"He claims that he loves me and that I'm really the greek goddess Athena and also that I have no soul, I think he's a bit loopy, can you please send someone to pick him up, I think he wants to kill me now."
O: "Oh of course, no problem, and name? "
"Uh, my name is... Hillary James, Sydney's Presidential suites."
O: "Wow.. And uh.. Is it a flat complex? "
"Yessir it is, please come quickly, have a wonderful day."
I finish, the line drops and I look at Niall. "Ah f- Jesus, he can't see you, you have wings and he'll recognize you, he's a police officer and they're currently investigating your missing case." Says Niall. "Oh true... If it helps, I did a fake British accent." I say, perking up with hope. Niall shakes his head, "That was supposed to be an accent? I thought you were imitating Jacob Satorious." He says, before I could shoot something back at him, thundering footsteps rumble down the stairs. Zayn, Liam, Harry and Louis burst into the kitchen, each glaring at me. "You! You fucker, you called the police!" Says Harry, pointing at me and rushing forward, taking my left forearm in his death grip. "Woah, calm your man tits, hold your shit in your ass, I was reporting Jones to the officer not y'all fools, he'll be here in a few minutes." I reason, yanking my arm but to no avail. Harry's face stays stuck on an angry, red expression, he thinks I'm lying. I slide off the counter and stand straight to my full 4'7 height, no shame. Niall goes to the other three and explains to them, relief washes over me when I see them nod in understanding, Harry is another story. "I don't believe you, it's been only two weeks, I don't believe you gave up so quickly." He says, releasing my arm and shoving his shaking hands into his pockets. "You're right, I haven't given up, and I won't, but I wouldn't squeal about anything that has to do with you guys, you've built a career, I wouldn't ruin it. I called to turn Jones in to the police they can have him, but if I were to escape, I wouldn't leave my brothers for one second, while his slimy self is scoping them out, especially because he wants me." I finish with all honesty, the other three walk over with Niall and they each give me a huge bear hug, except for Harry. "Thank You." They whisper with smiles on their faces, I playfully slap Harry in the face, then kiss him on the cheek, his face turns red. "Aw, Haz blushed. " Mocks Louis, then slaps his hand over his mouth when he sees my glare, he runs upstairs. "Better run...you crazy mofo." I mutter, then turn around back to Harry. "You done PMSing yet?" He nods, showing his dimples in a bright smile. I grab his wrist to look at his watch, 10:30 am, I hear sirens. "Oh shit! They don't know I live with you guys and I have these-" I pan out, ruffling my wing feathers and my face heats up in panic. "Calm down, I have this. " Says Louis, almost dying on the stairs. He hands me an oversized, black hoodie. He and Niall, in a rush, help me stuff the useless limbs in the back of the sweatshirt. They leave from a backway out of the suite-which they use to escape hordes of fans- to leave without a trace, as soon as the boys shut the door, the poe poe ring the room bell. "Miss James, open up!" They shout, banging on the door. I look at the side table searching for a hair tie, but I instead see a black beanie and Louis' black Ray-Bans. I throw them on and rush to the door, letting a group of three officers in. The lead officer I spoke with on the phone asked me questions and I answered in a psuedo-British accent, he fell for my lies, victory. The two others arrested Jones and he dug himself an even deeper hole when he tried to yank my sweatshirt, he also got charged with assault for that. He shouted so called 'irrational' phrases which also landed him in phyciatric surveillance. When they left, I phoned the boys back and everything is hunky dory now, I currently stuff my face with store-bought sushi and king-sized Reese's cups, while watching the Walking Dead, laying in Zayn's bed. I've been eating, sleeping, and re-watching every episode for the past many hours. The boys are flopping around like lethargic slugs, also binging on fatning food, watching the show with me. Michonne decapitates another walker with her katana, I want a sword, before I could cry about another of life's equalities. I feel a quelching in my stomach, I launch out of the bed like a ninja on drugs and retch in the toilet. The contents an unnerving brown color, along with a tiny black feather. There goes my Reese's. "You okay?" asks Liam, popping his head in then stepping in carefully to help my weak body up. "Yeah, just a bit... deezy..." I slur before slumping entirely on his shoulder. "Zayn! She needs to go to sleep, boys, you guys go to your own beds!" he shouts, helping me out of the large sweatshirt. He picks me up and carries me to Zayn's bed, Zayn gets in beside me and rubs my back to help me fall asleep quicker, Liam leaves. My wings ache in their clasped position, but it no longer matters as I leave the realm of consciousness...