stockholm syndrome // h.s

twelve.

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Jackie's Point of View

"Insomnia? Isn't that where you can't sleep?" I moved up in the motel bed, wrapping my arms around my knees, giving Harry my full atention.

"Well that's the base of it, but once you have it, all this other stuff starts happening" Harry trailed off, looking any where but my eyes as if he reminded himself of something.

I never knew how intriguing a human being could be before I met Harry, whenever I'm near him my senses heighten and my brain is only focused on one thing. Him.

"What else happens?" I replied quirking my eyebrow curiously.

"I'd rather not get into it Jackie" Harry argued, slight agitation in his voice.

"Please tell me" I pleaded, not wanting to meet his eyes, fearing that I might accidentally set him off again.

Harry let out a long sigh of defeat before briefly massaging his temples.

"It usually starts with heavy sweats, then I get these, night terrors, if that's even what you want to call them, and to top it all off, it's next to impossible go to sleep, so yeah, I'm pretty fucked up I guess." Harry replied, shame laced in his voice. It was as if he was embarrassed, which is slightly depressing, because frankly he shouldn't be, everyone has there issues and you shouldn't put yourself down just because of them.

My heart dropped at how frustrated Harry is with his disorder and for the first time I felt real empathy for him, god knows how long he's been putting up with this, I'm sure it takes a huge toll on him.

"So what you're saying is, you're going to lie on the hard floor all night staring at the ceiling while I'm up here in this comfy bed asleep?" I questioned, somewhat still agitated that he won't lay in the bed, he'll be so much more comfortable.

"Basically" he replied, chuckling light heartily, Harry continued "now go to sleep, you must be exhausted"

"Gladly" and with that I flicked the bedside lamp off, pulling the covers up to my chin, falling asleep the second my head hit the pillow.
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I instantly woke up to the sound of a bone chilling, yet muffled, scream coming from the floor where Harry was lying when I fell asleep.

I sat up in the hotel bed, wiping my sleep deprived eyes before quickly flicking the bedside lamp on.

"Harry?" I called nervously from the bed, not yet knowing what to expect.

When I didn't gain a response I climbed off the bed and walked to where Harry was previously laying.

I let out a silent sigh of relief when I discovered Harry fast asleep on the floor.

I stayed standing there a moment, hovering over his warm body, admiring his sleeping state, it was a beautiful sight, so peaceful.

My eyes suddenly grew wide as Harry began restlessly shuffling around on the floor, knowing in my mind that if he decided to wake up now than he more than likely wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, and he deserves all the sleep he can get.

I sat beside him silently for a few more moments when out out no where his face went from a relaxed expression to a sorrowful pained one with his eyebrows tightly furrowed.

Almost immediately Harrys mouth parted slightly releasing a terrified scream.

My mind went numb at Harry's sudden pitiful state.

"harry" I whispered nervously, nudging his shoulder.

His eyes shot open immediately, a severe look of terror was evident on everyone of his features. I instinctively backed away from his tense body a few inches.

Harrys breathing quickened, sweat beaded off his forehead making his entire face glisten in the dimly lit motel room.

He suddenly let out a weak sob as he clutched his knees to his chest in a fetal position, gasping for air every few seconds.

"Harry" I shouted at him, panic laced my words.

"Don't look at me" Harry replied in between sobs, covering his sob stricken face with one of his large hands so I wouldn't see him.

My mind was racing with different options, one of them being just to leave him alone, like he wants, but I can't. I can just watch watch him suffer.

I cautiously crawled over to Harrys body, watching as it rocked with muffled crys.

As soon as I reached him I did the first thing my mind told me to do. Hold him. I wrapped my arms tightly around his muscular torso, pulling him as humanly close as I could.

Within a few seconds Harrys previously tense muscles softened and the sweating started to subside as I continued holding him.

I thought for sure I would care more about the fact that he's soaking wet with sweat, but for some reason I don't, at all. I don't care about anything else other than helping him through this, although it really does make me think how many nights he has had to go through this alone, without anyone to hold him close and assure him that he's going to be fine.

I continued to hold him close as he wrapped his arms tightly around my
waist and buried his face deeply in the crook of my neck. I could feel him lightly shaking as he started to calm down even more from his previous erratic state.

Harry and I stayed like this for what seemed like hours, I even occasionally stroked my hand up and down his back to further comfort him.

The entire time we were like this the same question wouldn't stop circulating my brain, begging to be answered. "Why do you care so much about him?", and for some reason the only answer that I could muster up is that I like him, a lot. A lot more than I should or ever expected that I would. I never knew how much it could physically hurt to see someone you 'like alot' to suffer, and the worst part is I never wanted to like him this much, but it happened, and now I feel the pain he feels. Dammit Jackie.

After a lot of heavy thinking, my eyelids fell heavy and sleep started taking over all of my features. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in the motel floor with a once again peaceful Harry tucked deeply in my arms. Heaven.

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