Stockholm Syndrome |n.h

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I am possessed. That is the only explanation. I am possessed by a fourteen year old hormonal girl. That is the only thing that can explain what is happening. I would never kiss back with as much passion and fire as I am now, to whereas a fourteen year old girl would.

This isn't right. This is wrong on so many levels, I can't even start to explain it. This is pure and utterly wrong. But.. it feels so right.

As soon as my own mind comes back I to my own head and registers what's going on, I put my hands on Niall's chest, pushing him back with as much force as possible. Surprisingly enough, he stumbles backwards, almost falling down onto the couch, but he catches himself. Much to my disappointment.

He doesn't do anything but stare at me. I stare back, with a different expression, though. Confusion. I hate him. I used to not hate him, now I do, and now? I hate him. Even more than I did when I got here.

He looks so venerable just standing there. He looks shy and... scared almost. Like he is waiting for me to explode. For once, it looks like I have the control of this situation.

I sigh, and close my eyes before pushing myself against the wall, opening my eyes before walking back into the bedroom.

"Ev! Wait!" Niall calls after me, jut as I shut the door. Taking the key out of my bra, which I find a great place to hide it, I lock the door before Niall can get in. "Evanna!" He yells. "Dammit Evanna! You can't lock yourself away from this!" He is still mad, I see.

"But I can sure as hell try!" I scream back and lean against the door, sliding down and bringing my knees to my chest.

It was just a kiss.

A kiss with your kidnapper.

Yeah, so? Im overreacting.

No your not. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a passionate, intimate moment with your abductor. Your captor. Your kidnapper, Evanna.

The fights that I have with myself seem to happen more often. It's starting to freak me out. I really think that I might be going insane.

When I hear Niall sliding against the door too, I know that we are back to back. Both thinking about the same thing.

What the hell did he just do? What did I just do?

Well, this is the shits.

"Hey! Evannnnn Niall?" I think Liam says. "Is Ev okay?"

"Liam." Niall seethes. Oh god. He's gonna get pissed. I stand up and open the door in a hurry, making Niall fall backwards. It's hard to keep my giggles in but I manage.

"Hey Liam." I smile.

"Hey, are you alright?" Liam asks with wary eyes.

"Yeah. Perfectly fine." I give him the best fake smile I can muster and look at Niall, who is just picking himself off the floor. He reaches for me but I take a step away from him. "What's up?" I turn my attention back to Liam.

"oh, well we are having a movie marathon upstairs and we wanted to know if you two would join us." Liam explains. Niall and I answer simultaneously. Both different answers of course. I know Niall is already mad at me and my chances of seeing Alex again are already slim, but he said no more locking myself up. What better way to do that than watching movies?

"Ev, stay down here. Please." Niall begs as he stands up.

"No thanks Blondie. I think you have pissed me off enough for one night." I pat his chest twice before grabbing Liams forearm and going upstairs with him. I am temped to take the keys out and lock Niall down stairs and let the guys help me get out of here, but something keeps me from doing it. I don't know what it is... but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.