White Lines White Lies

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Of all the things that I thought would've happened transitioning to S1, I never thought being locked in a prison cell would be one.

I had been here for only a few minutes, but It was fucking cold. I looked across from me and saw a dead, rotting body. I'm not surprised, they seem to kill everyone they could get their hands on.

The cell was small, it had a table and a chair, nothing else. I was chained to the chair, which was chained to the table. Because of this, I could tip my chair back without touching the ground.

I heard footsteps approaching my cell, two people by the sounds of it. I was relieved to see Simon Cowell and Lauren Jauregui, not a psycho guard coming to kill me.

Like I said, I had been educated.

"Well this is quite the way to welcome a GRAMMY Award-nominated, multi-Platinum artist, alternative pop maverick"

Simon cursed and banged on the metal bars, realizing who I was, I just looked up at Lauren.

Fuck, she's hot.

I laughed at myself for thinking such and answered Simon's questions.

Once we got everything sorted out, He handed Lauren the keys to unlock me. I noticed the bruise forming around her wrist, but I didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry about this..."

"it's not the first time it's happened, don't worry about it."

I had been held hostage like this more than once, Tokyo, Berlin, Atlanta; but no matter what happened, I always managed to escape, and I could usually complete the mission.

In fact, the only mission I had messed up, was Tokyo

She extended her hand, and I shook it

"Welcome to the team."

Lauren and I caught up with Simon, and I had to listen to his ear-splitting screech. Working with him would be harder than I thought. We went toward the rickety elevator and started climbing up.

Once we were on the surface, I followed Simon to his office. It was a dark room, with black concrete walls, and stained glass windows. it almost felt like I was in a church, built custom for Satan. On top of everything, there were security cameras in all four corners of the room.

"So." He started, reaching down into his desk to grab a stack of papers neatly paper-clipped together. "Here's the contract."

He handed me the stack and walked towards the door.

"I've got to take care of something real quick, so I'll give you time to read it over."

He walked out, and the door closed with a soft click.

Taylor wasn't joking when she said they had extreme security measures

I rubbed the back of my neck, not knowing my next move. I was supposed to take pictures of my contract, but there was no way that would be possible

"Need a hand?"

The familiar voice came from all 4 of the cameras

"TROYE??" I whisper shouted

"Yes ma'am!" He laughed "I had a feeling you might've needed my help."

"I fucking love you right now!"

I started to carefully scan the papers, trying to find a loophole if necessary. I took out my phone and snapped pictures of the important things, and sent them to Troye.