Stockholm Syndrome l.h

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As I sit on the couch, I begin to think to myself.

I can't keep letting them hurt me. I'm getting sick of it. I am not a fucking toy.

My thoughts were interrupted by Calum sitting next to me.

I looked over at him and silently stared.

He was looking down at his phone, scrolling on what looked like twitter.

"It's not polite to stare." He spoke while keeping his eyes on the screen.

I darted my eyes away and sat there silently.

My eyes land on Ashton when he walked in. He sat on the other side of me.

"Did you really smack Michael?" Ashton spoke to me.

I nodded not wanted to speak.

He laughed to himself. "He got beat up by a chick."

Michael walked in. "She better not do it again unless she knows what's good for her."

"Exactly what is good for her?" Calum chimed in.

"Shut your face." Michael rolled his eyes. "Now, what are we going to do with you?" He looked at me.

I looked up at him. "What?"

"Well, you know we're on tour. We catch a plane tomorrow afternoon, and I'm not sure what to do with you."

"You could let me go." I mumbled.

"What was that?"

"You could let me go." I spoke louder.

Michael laughed to himself and the other boys joined in. "Ah, you crack me up."

Just then Luke came stumbling in. "Sorry I'm late." He stood against the wall.

Michael seemed to ignore him and just kept rambling. "Okay. We need to make her look presentable. Anyone care to volunteer?" He looked around the room.

No one responded. I looked over at Luke and he gave me a quick okay.

"Fine. Calum, you'll do it. Take her out today, fix her up. Do whatever. Be here before nine." Michael explained.

Calum stood up. "But-"

Michael held his hand up. "No buts. Go. Now."

And with that, Michael walked away. The room was in silence until the sound of a door slamming made us jump.

"I gotta go make a call and make extra room on the bus." Ashton stood up and left.

Calum turned to me. "You can't go out like that. I'll go get your old clothes." He rose and left the scene.

Luke walked over and sat next to me. "Hey."

"Hi."

"How you feeling?"

"Sick and tired."

"I know." He looked down.

Then why'd you ask?

The room fell silent for awhile.

I really wish I knew what Luke was thinking. He's very difficult to read. He's a riddle.

"Listen." He broke the silence. "I can talk to Calum and see if I can take you instead. How's that sound?"

A small smile formed on my face. "That would be great. Thank you."

"I've got this." He patted my knee and went off in the direction Calum left.

A few minutes had past and Luke returned with my clothes in his hand and a smirk of accomplishment on his face.

I jumped up. "He agreed."

"He agreed." Luke repeated.

I threw a fist in the air and grabbed my clothes, planting a small kiss on his cheek without thinking.

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I uhm... Sorry." I mumbled and ran to the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and locked it. My fingers ran over my lips as they began to tingle. I can't believe I just did that. He must think I'm crazy right now.

I looked in the mirror and ran a hand through my tangled hair. I sighed at my reflection and quickly changed out of the pajamas and into my old clothes. I was so happy to be in them again. I was actually happy to put a bra back on. I felt so relieved. And I had my shoes too.

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to brush it back to normal. Pleased with my hair, I walked out the door to meet Luke.

"Ready?" He cocked his head to the side.

I mirrored him and tilted my head. "Yeah."

A smallish laugh left his lips as he turned to lead me out the door.

I followed him to his car. Well, truck. It was a giant, black pickup truck. Ford I think. We climbed in and buckled our seatbelts.

"Let's do this." He said, reversing out of the driveway.

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Sorry this was a bit short,,
Tbh, I'm not entirely sure where this story is going.. But I have a few ideas :)) One problem being, that the ending might be completely different from the title ಠ_ಠ
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