Stockholm Syndrome // sm

Chapter Twenty-Three

- short chappie but it's just a cute lil filler! hope you enjoy xx -

"Did you mean that?" I whispered to Shawn as I took my boots off, sitting on top of his bed.

"Mean what?"

"When you asked about us being like Toby and Beatrice in the future - married with kids. Did you mean that?" I asked him and he sat beside me on the bed.

"I did." He admitted and I rubbed my hands together. "Did you mean it when you agreed?"

"Yeah," I smiled gently and nodded my head. "I can see it. I can see you as a father and us on Christmas day, baking cookies and decorating the tree."

"Maybe after we get our life on track..." He murmured and I laughed. "It'll take a few years. If we leave, my dad will search for us. We'll have to be moving constantly, and extremely cautiously."

I nodded and then leaned my head on his shoulder. "I'm scared to leave Shawn."

"I thought it's what you wanted?"

"I-I want to leave. I want to runaway, you and I together. I'm just scared, what if your dad finds us? What happens then?" I asked and he laced his fingers together with mine.

"We can worry about that later." He dismissed and kissed my head gently. "I'll sort this out. We can do this. We'll pack a bag, Toby will drive us to the airport in a few days, and we'll be gone."

"It just sounds too good to be true." I muttered and his thumb rubbed my knuckles softly. "I don't want something to happen where he tears us apart or takes it out on you."

"There's a reason why I'm stuck here with him." He whispered, pushing my hair behind my ear gently. "I'm the only family he has left. I'm practically his only kid. He won't do anything extreme."

"You don't know that Shawn. He-He's hurt people. He's killed them. You guys almost fought at the party-"

"If I'm wrong then I'll deal with it. He's my dad. He's my problem and I'll handle it. Everything is going to be just fine, I promise." He smiled softly and I sighed. "It'll be alright."

"I trust you." I hummed and he nodded as a silence drifted off between us. "He's coming over tomorrow at noon. I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"You don't even have to talk much if you don't want to. Just stay upstairs or by my side. Don't worry." He coaxed and I nodded as he rubbed my arm.

"Where are we even going to go Shawn? Where could we possibly go?"

"I'm not sure, but we're going somewhere far, far away." He assures and I nodded and I closed my eyes. "Are you sleepy darling?"

"Mhm. Cuddle?"

"Let me change into something more comfortable. You should do the same too." He hinted, poking at my jean clad legs.

"Fine." I huffed and then stood up bitterly. He just laughed as I took my belt off, tossing it on the floor.

"Don't do it right here."

"You've bathed with me Shawn. I have seen you and you have seen me. Really?" I asked and he shrugged as I reached for the button of my jeans. "If you're uncomfortable-"

"I'm not uncomfortable. It's just..." He trailed off as his eyes ran up and down my body.

"You're nasty." I laughed and he blushed a bit, smiling as he realized I wasn't mad at him for hinting at something so naughty. "I'm just changing."

I kicked my jeans off after I yanked them from my legs and his eyes just wouldn't stop wandering. "You're such a boy." I snorted as I took a pair of his sweats from his dresser.

"That's offensive." He teased and I gasped as he pulled me on to the bed after I got the fabric on. "Say sorry."

"Keep it in your pants."

"It is in my pants, that's why you can't see it." He told me and I snickered quietly. "What's so funny?"

"Yeah? You sure that's why I can't see it? Because it's in your pants?" I asked and wiggled out of his grasp as he gasped in offense.

"Hey! Now that was mean! Come here!"

I ran away from him and he ran after me as I bolted down the stairs. However, my short legs were no match for his mile long ones.

He pressed me against a counter and then smiled down at me cheekily. "Are you gonna apologize?" He asked me and I shrugged my shoulders as I looked up at him.

"Probably not, but what are you gonna do about it?" I asked and then shrieked qhen he set his hands on my waist and then lifted me up on to his counter. A few mugs clinked together and I reached for them so they didn't fall.

"There's a lot I can do." He taunted me, biting his bottom lip before looking down. "I... I'm sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable? I don't know what's gotten into me."

"No, no you're good. You're fine." I promised and then cupped his face. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did, but go ahead." He nodded and I looked him in the eyes.

"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked because he seemed uncomfortable himself. Like he was second guessing his every move.

"Honestly? The answer is no." He replied and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "I'm trying but it feels weird. Can you tell?"

"Kinda." I laughed and his cheeks went a darker shade of red. "It's alright though. Don't feel bad or embarrassed."

"I tried?" He said hopefully and I gave him a kiss.

"I can teach you how to be seductive if you want. I'm younger, but I've been in a bunch of relationships." I offered and he nodded as I bit his bottom lip. "Your lip bite was hot though."

"I hoped something about what I did was attractive. I felt like a perv." He practically giggled and I rolled my eyes.

"Just kiss me you fool."