stockholm syndrome // h.s

eleven.

Jackie's Point of View

"Here's an idea, we could stay at a motel for a while? that way we have plenty of time to be tourist, besides I'm sick of driving all day and all night" Harry has his phone out, flipping through google maps, debating on different motels we could stay at that are in the city, all while carefully focusing on the road. (surprisingly)

I would be lying if I said that I'm okay with staying in a motel room with Harry for a long period of time, but, as irresponsible as it sounds I'm growing fond of him, everything from his childish side to his sometimes scary bi polar attitude, or even the way the muscles in his hands slightly twitch if he's been driving on a straight road for too long.

Hell, Why do I notice these things? I read somewhere once

"you may find yourself noticing small details about a person if you are growing attached to them."

I'm not attached to Harry by any means, I didn't need him before and I don't exactly need him now either, no matter how much I admire his little quirks.

"A motel sounds find, where are we anyway?" I questioned, stifling a yawn.

"Las Vegas"

My eyes grew wide, I could only
manage to blankly stare in response.

"What?" Harry quirked an eyebrow at my shocked expression.

"We're so far from home" I mustered to speak out, still in slight shock

"That's kind of the point Jackie" Harry light heartily chuckled.

I sat far back in my seat, and for the first time this entire trip I found myself stealing glances from out of the window at all the different casinos, bars, and motels that we passed. Everything was covered in flashy neon colors, lights, signs, banners, even entire buildings were flashing with life.

"How's this one look?" I glanced at Harry who was pointing towards a small little motel on the left side of the road, it looked slightly run down, but at the same time it had a ton of character and the sign in the front flashed "VACANCY", so it seemed good enough to at least sleep in.

"Sure"

Harry pulled into the motels dark parking lot, parked the van sloppily in an empty space and jumped out, clicking the lock on the doors.

I followed him inside the motel, the lobby was bland and distasteful, far from welcoming, even the lady sitting at the desk looked half dead.

"Could we possibly get a room?" Harry walked up to the desk questioning the lady.

"For how long?"

"2 nights" Harry replied, sounding almost like a question

The woman at the desk punched in some random keys on her laptop before replying.

"We have a one room, one bed suite availiable" the lady spoke, still not even glancing up.

Harry looked back at me with a slightly worried expression before mouthing, "is that okay?"

I nodded in response, not wanting to cause any sort of problem even though I still didn't exactly want to share a room with Harry.

"That'll be find" Harry reassured the woman, handing her his debit card as she extended her hand.

After few moments of comfortable silence the woman carefully handed harry his debit card, a reciept, and the key to our room, room 17.

I, almost silently, thanked the woman before following Harry down the long hall to locate our room.

Harry focused on reading every room number leading up to ours, before coming to a complete stop in the middle of the hallway and turning to the door that was marked "17" in black letters.

"home sweet home" Harry smirked, placing the key in the door knob, and pushing it ajar.

The room smelled strongly of cheap perfume and desperation, so I guess in a way it really is like home.

The room was small and confined, with only a single queen sized bed, a small tv, and a night stand that didn't match anything else in the room.

"You can have the bed" Harry presumed almost immediately, as he kicked his suede boots off by the door.

"No, you payed for the room, you take the bed, I don't mind the floor." I reassured him as I stole a pillow from the bed and placed it on the floor next to the bed.

"No. I wont be able to sleep anyway, please sleep in the bed Jackie you haven't slept in almost 2 days" Harry almost demanded.

What doe's he mean he's not going to sleep? He's been driving non stop for close to 48 hours, how has he not passed out from exhaustion by now, I'm actually surprised I haven't.

"Harry" I mumbled as I started pulling the covers away from the bed, "Why aren't you gonna sleep" I questioned, settling my tired limbs in between the covers, pulling them up over my body.

Harry sat himself on the floor in front of the bed before answering my question, never leaving my gaze as he did so.

"i can't" he whispered, locking my eyes with his, showing no emotion.

"why" I replied, sitting up in the bed slightly to give him my full attention.

"Have you ever heard of insomnia?" Harry replied, ignoring my question.

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