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(a.n: quick apology for not updating in ages. Sorry xx hope this makes up for it)

Jackies Point of View

The elderly woman gaped in horror at Harrys childish action, Harry on the other hand was in a fit of immature giggles as he watched the woman remove her glasses and wipe the grape jelly off with a napkin.

"I can't believe you just did that!" I exclaimed.

"She deserved it, she's just a grumpy old lady" Harry explained.

"I suppose that's true" I replied convincingly.

I glanced up suddenly as a rather tall, lanky male waiter trudged up to Harry and I"s table.

"Are you guys ready to order?" His voice was overly monotone and bored, you could tell just from his attitude that he hated his job, the customers included.

Harry spoke up before I could even open my mouth to speak.

"Yes, I'll have the smiley face waffle and a chocolate milk"

The waiter gave a Harry a strange look as I laughed silently at Harry's choice of food.

"And for you mam?" The waiter questioned me, not even looking above his notepad to do so.

"Uhm, I'll have the chocolate chip waffle and a water" I smiled weakly as he wrote my order down on his notepad.

"Ok your order will be here shortly" the waiter announced, walking off to his next table the second the words left his mouth.

"I love your smile" Harry randomly piped up from in front of me.

"what?" I quirked an eyebrow at him. He doesn't love my smile. No one loves my smile. It's crooked and weird. It's one of my biggest insecurities, how can he love it?

"It's adorable, honestly"

"That's where you're wrong" I replied convincingly.

"Man, You really hate yourself huh?" Harry questioned, as if me hating myself was something that really bothered him, because frankly it shouldn't.

"We'll I don't exactly have a reason to love myself" I replied, looking down as I twiddled my fingers.

Harry studied me, biting the inside of his mouth as if he was searching for something that I should love about myself, but he won't find anything.

"I know what you're problem is" Harry suddenly exclaimed.

I looked up at him waiting for an answer

"You can't love yourself unless someone else does too. It's just common sense" he spoke proudly as if he solved all my problems.

"Well who am I suppose to find to "love" me. Hell, my own parents don't even love me " I presumed sadly.

"I'll love you" Harry mumbled, barely above a whisper, sounding almost regretful.

"Here's your order" I jumped as our waiter from earlier placed our waffles and drinks on the table in front of us, I mentally thanked him for interrupting such an intense moment, knowing that I probably would have freaked out if he hadn't.

Harry and I ate our waffles in complete silence, and it wasn't a comfortable
silence. I felt as though his eyes were constantly on me, waiting for me to reply to what he said, but I couldn't, and I didn't.

After we finished our food Harry laid a tip on the edge of our table for our waiter and payed the man up front for our meal, thanking him as we walked out.

I attempted to climb into the passenger side door but was immediately interrupted as a muscular hand pulled me back down to the pavement.

His warm body positioned me to where my back was facing the side of the van, he resumed by thrusting my body against the van.

"What are y-

My words were cut off by Harry's lips forcefully hitting mine, which resulted in our bodies being pinned together against the van.

I ran my hands up through his back, entwining my fingers at the start of his curls which gained me a soft moan that vibrated our lips.

The kiss was quickly cut off, this time by Harry

"Why'd you stop" I breathed out shakily, pulling him impossibly closer so we could continue the kiss.

"Payback" and with that Harry backed away from the heat of my body and ran around to the other side of the van, opening his door and jumping in.

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(a.n: MUHAHAH. Jk I don't really know where I was going with this chapter but I mean hey it works. BY THE FUCKING WAy. 4.4k READS HOLY FRICK FRACK DIDDLY DACK PAC KNACK FACK MACK LACK. THAT MAKES ME SO JAPPY I DONT WVEN KNOW. Anyway, as usual leave feedback and tell me what ya like or dislike or whatever the fuck you want I'm not your mama. As always, much love xx.)

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