Stockholm Syndrome

Niall's POV

I just couldn't sleep. I decided I may as well go for a walk. As usual, my feet took me over to Alice's house. I mean, sure, she has no idea who I am, but I've had my eyes on her forever. That's why when I saw her house on fire, I knew what I had to do.

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I walked, no, I ran into her burning house. It looked like her bedroom was the worst. As soon as I made it into the house, I was hit by a huge wave of heat. I bolted up the stairs and into her room, not even botherin to check if the doorknob was hot. Then I saw her. She looked pale, and her face was twisted in pain. And yet, she was beautiful. "Alice?" I called out over the roar of the flames. No answer. I made my way through the smoke, trying to stay low. You know, until now, I never thought those nights at the fire house's safety night would come in handy. I stooped over to pick her up, and damn was she light. Although, considering my lungs were filling with smoke, she did feel a bit like a dead-weight. I stumbled down the stairs just in time, before the whole upstairs started to crumble. I bolted out the door, Alice slung over my shoulder, cloughing like crazy.

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Alice's POV

My eyes slowly fluttered open, leaving me to wonder where I was. I'm tucked under at least five blankets, having miraculously showered and gotten into clean clothes. Wait, I don't remember doing that. Scratch that, I don't remember anything past when my house burst into flames. Then I saw him. A beautiful blonde boy sitting at the end of the bed, covered in ashes and charred, I think, wood. I opened my mouth to speak, but he hushed me, saying, "Get some rest love. You can talk all you want when you wake up." I figured, why argue? And drifted off into an unpleasant dream.
I finally woke up, screaming, crying, and sweating like crazy. The boy had his arms around me and was singing softly in my ear. The only words I caught were, "who's this man that's holdin' your hand and talkin about your eyes?". All of a sudden I had a nasty coughing fit, and he handed me a drink. I drank the whole glass of water, and when I was done I asked him, "Where am I? And, who are you?"

Notes

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Amanda