stockholm syndrome // h.s

five.

Jackies Point of View

A nervous feeling engulfed the pit of my stomach as I eyed the box of condoms under Harry's arm.

Was he planning on using them...with me? god I hope not. I would never do that with him. Hell, I would never let him.

At least not now, or any time soon. Wait, what am I saying, no no no, I would never in a million years.

But Jackie, he's charming. Maybe you could take advantage of this situation? He's not all that bad. Plus, the condom box reads 'xl'.

I sighed reluctantly at the voices in my head as Harry pulled me along to the cash register. Slightly pondering whether the size of the condoms should worry, or excite me.

On another note, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy holding Harry's hand. His palms are soft, his movements gentle, and best of all, when I hold his hand I'm closer to him and he smells lovely.

God what am I saying, he is charming.

"Jackie...?" Harry hummed in my ear.

My head jolted at his sudden word when I realized Harry had already purchased his item and we were standing outside of the van.

"I was just going to tell you that, if you want, you can sit in the passenger seat, beside me." Harry offered.

My eyes lit up at his words. Much more than you're eyes should lite up when you're kidnapper wants to be friendly.

"Sure" I smiled weakly, shaking Harry from my grip.

I opened the door to the passenger side, climbed in and shut the door behind me, watching Harry as he walked around to the drivers seat and did the same.

Harry started the engine without blinking an eye, and we were off. Although this time there were no hands tied behind my back, no urges to use the restroom and best of all I could make comfortable conversation with Harry, and maybe even enjoy his company.

My glance suddenly shifted at the analog clock on the dash board of the van.

2:18 am

"I'm tired" I murmured in a voice barely above a whisper. Holding back a yawn.

"Then sleep" Harry replied, teasing me.

I playfully smacked his shoulder in response to his smart ass remark.

"Hey, that's abuse!" Harry exclaimed, giggling.

"You deserved it!" I replied, our giggles filled the emptiness in the van and I actually found my self having a good time. Maybe I really could get use to this, what ever this is.

I suddenly found my self staring at Harry, studying him. After all, he is handsome. Incredibly handsome even. I admire how unique his dark brown curls frame his face and the way he exposes all his teeth when he barely chuckles, or even the way he teases me.

He must have noticed that I was staring because all of a sudden his previous blank stare turned into a humorous cheeky grin.

I immediately felt my heart flutter, wanting so badly to kiss the grin right off of his face.

I mean hey, all he did was kidnap me right?

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