Stockholm Syndrome // sm

Chapter Fourteen

- it is 2:40am and im tired so this isnt edited but i will edit in the morning! promises! love you xx -

When I woke up the next morning, I felt an arm around me, holding me tight against their chest. I knew who it was. Who else could it have been?

Instead of panicking or feeling awkward, it felt kind of nice. I didn't hate it. Our legs were intertwined, a large white blanket thrown over us and the sun hidden behind thick white curtains.

I shifted a bit in his arms, turning to face him. He tightened his grip on me and I closed my eyes, subconciously wrapping my own arm around him. A soft chuckle rumbled from his lips and I paid no mind to it.

I was too tired too. I just wanted to sleep since I was comfortable in his embrace. He kissed my head and I smiled, pressing a kiss against his bare chest. "Good morning beautiful." He murmured to me.

"Good morning Shawn." I yawned and buring my face. into his chest. He just played with my hair, humming gently to a song that he seemed to love. He was always humming it.

"I'll wake up wishing everything was just a dream," he sang gently and I felt myself drift off as his voice faded out.

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I felt someone shaking me slightly and I jumped up, out of breath and looking around wide eyed. Shawn backed away from me and I held the blanket up to me chest, wondering what the hell I just dreamed of.

I looked at Shawn and all he had on was a pair of sweats on, which hung low enough to reveal his Calvin Klein briefs. I don't think it takes much to notice that the boy was attractive. He also clearly took good care of his body.

I took a deep breath and then looked up at him and into his eyes, trying to ignore his bare torso. It was hard, but I managed.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I rubbed my eyes. I nodded, tossing the blanket off of me since I was getting hot.

"Yeah... yeah I'm fine, thanks." I told him and he nodded. "I just... I just had a crazy dream." I mumbled, wondering why I dreamt of a song I didn't even know.

"What was it about?" He asked and I ran a hand through my hair as it ached slightly. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Totally." I replied and then got out of bed. I looked at him and then stumbled slightly as the world spun. He grabbed my arms gently and then held me upright as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"You're not okay," he pointed out and then sat me down on the bed. "Stay here. I'll bring you breakfast and coffee, maybe a few asprins."

"You don't have to-"

"I want to. Don't worry about it." He smiled sweetly and I just nodded, not finding the strength to argue with him.

He left me in the room and I looked around, sunlight peeking through the thin curtains. It was still cold however, so I pulled the blanket closer to me. I sighed and then leaned my back against the headboard, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

"What's going on with you?" I whispered to myself and then rubbed my eyes with the soft blanket. I think I'm going crazy.

I looked up when the door opened and I saw Shawn walk in, holding a plate of pancakes on it. He handed it to me and I thanked him. He set a cup of coffee on the dresser and before he could leave, I had to speak up.

"Can you stay?" I asked and he seemed slightly surprised. "Please?" I added quickly after.

"You want me to stay here with you?" He asked for reassurance and I nodded my head. "Alright." He agreed and say on the edge of the bed.