Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 10

(Liam's P.O.V)

Tugging her away as gently as possible and quickly, we went back to Mark.

"So what are we demostrating for Jazz now, Mark?" I said and winked at her.

Her cheeks flushed, of course.

"Well, we could start out with weights or your boxing bags..." He crossed his arms slowly and

looked at us patiently.

I nodded, wiped my face quickly and sipped from the water bottle Jazz and I were sharing at the moment.

Then I slid the boxing gloves on and winked at her, causing her to feel weak in the knees.

Of course I knew she always felt that way towards me.

"Just to warn you, Liam gets really tense and lets all his anger out on this, so you might want to step back a little when you watch and when he starts." Mark had said to her.

"Okay..." She said and did just so.

Not noticing, Harry snuck over to her as I punched the bag a few times, and not too hard

because I was still warming up.

"Hey..." He said and smirked as he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

She gulped and squeaked my name.

Mark was the first to notice, besides Harry and herself.

"Woah Payne. I think you need to stop."

"What do you mean? I was just warming up..."

"I mean, look at your girlfriend." He said and pointed over at her and Harry.

As soon as I looked, my heart began to pound and I glared.

He smirked and his hand squeezed onto her waist from holding on.

This caused my anger level to go to its highest level, and that's when he set me off.

I lunged forward and he ran.

After chasing him for a while, I jogged back to Mark with crossed arms, furrowed eyebrows and my chest heaving.

"Babe-"

I turned around sharply and raised my full clenched fist above my head, ready to punch until I

saw Jazz standing there.

She trembled as I slowly lowered it with a hurt expression on either of our faces.

"Jazz I'm sorry. I was just so-"

She raised her hand up and turned around, cutting me off.

I watched her for a minute, knowing she was probably crying and trembling harder.

Sighing, I said,"Mark let's both take a break. I'm going to find her."

"But Liam she might want to be alone and might not want to watch anymore."

"I don't care. I'm going to get her no matter what."

"Okay..."

I spotted Niall and Zayn with a girl, and a quick first glance I assumed she was probably a brunette.

I decided to walk up to them and ask if they saw Jazz.

Before I spoke, my lip trembled slightly and heart skipped a beat as soon as I realized that it was her sitting there and sobbing.

I took a step back as quietly as possible and listened from behind.

"I'm sorry that happened, love." Zayn said and rubbed her back while holding her at the same time.

Niall sat closer and nodded while scooting closer.

I suspected that she'd already told them what happened before when she ran off.

Finally deciding on what to do, I coughed and stepped closer once again.

Jazz cringed in Zayn's arms and sat as close as possible between the two.

I bet she thought it was either me or Harry, and probably didn't wanr either of us around her.

Zayn was the first to turn around, then Niall.

But Jazz stay put.

"What brings you here mate?"

Clearing my throat, I responded.

"Just wanted to talk to the beauty you're holding. Which also rightfully belongs to me."

She peered out slowly from Zayn's arms and looked at me.

He buried his face in her hair and snuggled her closer.

Niall stared at me and I did the same.

Finally, Jazz got up slowly and still trembled as she approached me.

Zayn & Niall both watched us walk away and shrugged at each other when we were out of eyesight.

Pulling her gently in front of me, I didn't stop until we were by the restrooms.

"Jazz please listen."

She shook harder and looked away for a minute, then nodded again.

"Look I didn't mean to scare you. And Mark was right, I do get pretty tense while boxing or just working out in any way. I let all of it go. But then I saw Harry touching you and that upset me. And then when I was about to punch you, but I just thought you were Harry. I'm so sorry. I just didn't know and I was too angry. I was too worried about you..."

She looked down at our feet and I rubbed her arm comfortingly.

Suddenly she said quietly,"Why don't you go show me some more boxing moves or techniques."

I grinned and entwined my fingers with hers.

"Well then what are we waiting for?" I winked, and carried her bridal style back to the gym.

She giggled as I set her down and prepared for more punching.

"Wait! Before I start," I held a hand up when Jazz and Mark were both looking directly at me and continued,"I'll promise that I won't raise another fist to anyone but this bag or any of the equipment before I knew who or what it is ahead of time. And if it means getting punched in the face, then so be it. I'd rather be hit than either of you."

Jazz blushed and grinned at me while pecking my lips softly and saying,"You're so amazing Liam. Thank you." Grinning and kissing me once more, she stepped backwards and stared back at me.

Mark nodded at us and said,"I'm also thanking you Liam. Although I can handle myself. Now, shall we go further in this conversation or show your girlfriend what strong men can do?"

I smirked and murmured,"Oh she's seen all of what a strong man can do..."

Then I said out loud,"Well I wouldn't say too strong... But I'm ready whenever you both are."

Jazz grinned and said in half a whisper,"Women are strong too..."

~ 30 minutes later ~

After Mark set the bag back up for about the tenth time, I grabbed my towel and walked back up to Jazz.

"So how was that?"

"Pretty good." She said and sighed.

I grinned and snatched her water bottle once again.

"Hey I was just going to drink that!!!"

"Oh I'm sorry babe..." I smirked and tipped it back as the ice cold water went into my mouth.

She pouted and crossed her arms.

I chuckled and gave it back.

She took a swig from the bottle and put it back in her bag.

I picked up my bag and followed her out, also spotting the lads.

And of course, besides Harry.