Stockholm Syndrome

Alice's POV

"Maybe we should get gou something more to wear." Niall said, standing me up and takin me by the hand. "We'll be right back lads." He said, scowling at Harry. I followed him up the stairs and back into his room. "Here," he said, tossing me a pair of sweatpants, "These should do for now. I'll get you some new clothes tomorrow." I slipped into his baggy sweatpants, being so exhausted I didn't even care if he saw my underwear. Then I realized how I had taken a shower... He had given me one. I almost gagged at the thought of someone seeing me naked, but, then again, I guess I should just be thankful he got me out of my house in time. Oh my gosh, I hadn't even thought of my house. Was it still standing? Was anything saved? My whole life was in that house. I couldn't bear it an longer. I sat down on the bed and broke down crying. "Hey, it'll be alright love." Niall whispered in my ear, rubbing my back in circular motions. "I-is there anything l-left?" I managed to choke out inbetween sobs. "I'm sorry Alice..." he answered me, "We can start over, you know? Make everything right again." He told me. "We?" I asked. "Yeah, we. You know, us two, a pair." "I-I don't know what to say. I... I need to see Emma." I replied, frantically looking for a phone. "Why do you want Emma so bad? Why can't you just want us?" He muttered under his breath. "What?" I asked. "Nothing." He replied. "C'mon, let's go back down." he said, taking my hand in his once more, and leading me back down the stairs. Zayn and Harry were sprawled out on the couch, both clearly occupied by their cellphones. "Finally. Gosh you guys. What were you doing up there. Where you..." Harry started, but Niall cut off the last part, saying, "Harry shut up. We uh, well ugh. I don't have to explain things to you Harry." Niall sat down on the couch, willing me to do the same.


I comfortably settled into Niall's chest. Wondering, what it was that made me so attracted to him. Just then he sighed, a really deep sigh, and said, "You guys wanna do us... Er... Me a favor?" "Depends on what it is." Zayn responded, not once looking up from his phone.
"Can you guys go get Alice some clothes?" Niall asked.
"Sure Niall, anything in particular you would like?" Zayn looks over at me. Damn. He's breathtaking.
"Uh," I said, "Just some regual clothes.... And some uh... You know..."
Both Zayn and Harry laughed, "What? Undergarments?" Harry was trying so hard not to laugh as he said that. I blushed, "Yeah. Those."

We chatted for a bit, then Zayn and Harry headed out, promising to have some things for me in a few hours.
"Niall?" I asked when they had gone. "Yeah?" He answered me back. "I'm tired." I said. "M'kay love. We can go up in a minute." Man, there he goes again with the whole "we" thing. I sighed and got up. Beginning to walk towards the stairs. As soon as I started walking, Niall jumped up from his spot on the couch and grabbed me by the waist, tossing me over his shoulder. I whimpered, feeling a jolt of pain from my broken ribs. Niall immediately lay me down on the bed when he got into his room and asked what was wrong.
"When the burglar kicked me away, he broke at least three ribs."
"Gosh babe, I'm so sorry! I had no idea. Just makes me want to kill the bastard who did this even more and beat the crap out of him."
"Thanks."

Notes

Sorry I' gonna finish this chapter tomorrow, I know it's a terrible cut off point, but I passed out earlier (no food yay!) and I'm utterly exhausted. Not to mention the fact that it's 11:53 pm. Well, goodnight everyone. Sorry for it being so bad(ass). Lol :)