stockholm syndrome // h.s

eight.

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Jackies Point of View

"Do you honestly believe that apologizing will make up for this?" Harry shot at me bitterly.

He's such an ass.

"Not really" I murmured, at least I tried.

"You didn't try shit. Didn't your parents ever teach you not to kiss guys just for fun? Cause that's what my parents would call a slut." Harry's eyes grew cold.

"We'll no, I don't really have parents" I replied, barely audible.

"What do you mean?" Harry's eyes went from cold, to sympathetic.

"They gave me up when I was born. They didn't want me." I spoke barely above a whisper.

Harry sensed the pain in my voice.

"I'm sorry" Harry replied, no emotion evident in his words.

"Now look who's apologizing?" I joked, smiling weakly, attempting to lighten up the mood, or change the subject, which ever one came first.

Harry sighed before replying, "You're not all bad you know, you just got a sick way of breaking boys hearts"

"It's not my fault, I'm not used to being wanted, I've never been able to accept the fact that someone could want me." I replied, feeling sorry for myself.

I glanced over at Harry, it seemed as though he was searching for something, like he was looking for the right words.

"Thats ironic because I've always wanted you, and as much as I absolutely hate to say it, you being here makes me want you even more."

Harrys words were laced with shame. It was as though he was trying to make me guilty that I never gave him a chance.

"I don't get it. What's so special about me?" I questioned.

"You're intriguing. Not to mention stunning" Harry replied.

"But I'm neither of those things" I replied harshly.

"See, that's where you're wrong. You can't accept how other people see you, so how could you ever accept someone to care about you? Or even love you for that matter?!" Harry exclaimed in a frustrated voice.

"No, no that's where you're wrong. I was starting to like you, I wouldn't have made out with you if I didn't like you, but I couldn't just ignore the fact that you practically kidnapped me."

"So you do like me?" Harry tested me.

"Yeah I guess. Yeah." I slightly blushed, turning my head so Harry wouldn't see me.

I'm guessing he saw me anyway because he smirked at my response.

"You hungry?" Harry changed the subject.

I placed my hand on my stomach as it emitted a low growl.

"Very" I whined.

"How's waffles?" Harry replied, motioning his hand at the Waffle House just ahead on the right.

"That'd be lovely"

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(A.n: THIS MIGHT HAVE SEEMED KIND FILLERISH BUT I MEAN THAT DIALOGUE WAS IMPORTANT SOZ. Anyway be prepared for a cutesy Waffle House date in the next chapter. It's about time they stop arguing huh? But I promise things r about to get real, just give it time aye. ANYWAY PLEASE PLEASE LEVE FEEDBACK YA KNOW, tell me what you think. Much love xx.)