Stockholm Syndrome // sm

Chapter Ten

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I hummed, wrapping my arm around a large fluffy object. I buried my face into it, only to smell the slight trace of cologne. I furrowed my eyebrows and then sat up as I pushed it away from me.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around, finding a dark, but not quite pitch black, room. All that was lit up was a bedside alarm clock, which glowed a bright blue '4:36AM'. The window reflected a dull moonlight, and was covered by a thin curtain that was left defeated by the rays.

I heard a harsh pitter-patter against the window, and I tilted my head to the side lightly in confusion. Was it... raining?

Of course, with it being the end of autumn and beginning of winter, we would have rain. However, this was quite unexpected. I haven't heard of an upcoming storm. Then again, I haven't been watching weather channels, or keeping up with the weather.

I threw the large blanket off of me and got out of bed, a little too quickly might I add. I held my head as it pounded slightly, the awkward headache you get after standing up too quickly, and then made my way to the window.

I pulled the curtain aside, narrowing my eyes as I looked outside. I saw Shawn's backyard. The pool had a ripple after ripple effect in a seemingly never ending cycle as needles of water rammed into it. I stepped back and looked at the water covered window, the droplets not even having enough time to race to the bottom of the glass before being replaced with another.

My body jumped as a roar radiated from the sky, and I let out a breath of air that I didn't even know I had. It was only thunder, and I haven't been afraid of thunderstorms since my dad was around. I wasn't starting today.

I reached my hand for the top of the curtain, fixing it so it covered the window completely. Slowly, I walked away from the window and to the bedroom door, which seemed to be opened a crack.

I gingerly opened it, a wave of déjà vu hitting me as I walked downstairs after closing it. The sound of a played piano filled my ears, and I was could vaguely remember Shawn telling me to keep him company on nights like this.

However, when I reached the bottom of the staircase, I stayed by the side of the staircase, looking at him as he played a familiar melody - one easily distinguishable. As before, the moonlight illuminated his features, defining his body more than the sun ever could dream of. The glisten of the white light against the piano only added to the beauty. It was more dulled out than before due to the thunderstorm outside, but I found the darkness added a dangerous twist to his soft features. It almost sharpened them into pointed edges. Edges that seemed to overtake the usual soft curves that radiated from him.

I tore my gaze away from him, frightened by my own thoughts, and then took a deep breath before I spoke up.

"Didn't I fall asleep on the couch?" I asked him, and he didn't seem startled at all to hear my voice. He must have heard me come down the stairs, or maybe the door close. He must, otherwise how could he have known I was here?

"In the position you were in, you would have hurt your neck." He answered, his voice nearly drowning in the piano's medolic voice.

"Was I in your room?"

"You fell asleep on my couch beside me. I assumed you didn't want to be in your room." He explained to me and I slowly advanced towards him.

He seemed to have expected this, because there was already enough space on the lefthand side of the bench for me to sit. So I took the seat graciously.

I pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands and he looked at me. "Do you know of a man named Yiruma?" He asked and I shook my head. "He's a musician. A beautiful pianist."