Stockholm Syndrome | 5sos

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"Hemmings, what the hell is this?"

I picked up the letters addressed with my last name on them. I looked up at him, his face turning a deep red.

"I uh, was trying to figure out a way to tell you I liked you."

My eyes scanned the first page. They weren't full sentences, the were fragments. It was sort of like poetry, then it hit me. I had noticed the guitar near the door.

"You write music," I questioned, shocked by the things I had already found out today.

He looked down, biting his lip.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "My life revolves around it."

I read the words carefully. They were cute and quirky, two traits I already knew were in him.

"Can you play for me sometime?"

He nodded his head smiling.

"Of course. How about now?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

"I'd like that. But please don't play this, play a song from one of your favorite artists."

He gave me a questionable look but none the less grabbed his guitar and sat on his bed. He patted down the spot next to him and I sat down, pushing my glasses back up the bridge of my nose. He began to play chords to a song I knew. It was All Time Low. The song was none other than Remembering Sunday. He began to sing along, his voice deep and sensual.

"He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what he needs

Now this place seems familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me

Even though she doesn't believe in love,
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me

The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn't think much of it then
But it's starting to all make sense
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever she may be"

He stopped and looked up at me. I bit my lip but smiled.

"Do you sing," he asked cocking his a little.

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.

"I do in the shower if that counts."

"You know this song though, right?"

I nodded my head.

"I'll play, you sing."

He didn't give me time to protest because he already started playing again. I opened my mouth and belted out the words Juliet Simms had mastered so many years before.

"I'm not coming back
I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak
But you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,
From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now
I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head"

Luke looked up still playing, a huge smile playing on his lips. He started to sing again.

"Well I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home"

He stopped playing, still smiling at me.

"Your voice is amazing."

I looked down so he couldn't see me blush.

"Thanks."

I looked back up at him.

"You have a great taste in music Hemmings."

"You do too. I see you wear punk band shirts all the time."

I raised an eyebrow.

"So you're stalking me?"

His cheeks turned pink.

"I prefer the term observing."

I kissed his cheek playfully.

"Well I'm flattered Luke."

"Good because I didn't want to sound creepy."

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