Life As A Slave (1D FanFiction)

"We Need To Talk"

(I have no excuse for this chapter being short or crappy :) Love you)

-----------Isabel's POV-------------

I can hear Erin walking back to the room so I quickly clean myself up. I stand up awkwardly waiting for her to open the door. She walks in slowly and hesitantly, she sits down on the bed and avoids eye contact with me.

"How'd it go?" I jumped onto the bed next to her and smiled. She glared at me and crossed her arms. Some ones cranky.

"Oh, hey. I got you something that could come in handy right now." She looked at me but didn't turn her head. I stood up and walked over to my bag. I pulled out the poster of Jake. I unrolled it and walked towards Erin, putting it in her face.

"I'm guessing you and Harry have broken up so here. His name is Jake. He's Irish so he has a hot accent and he can speak different languages, I know that you think that's kind of hot." Before I knew what happened Erin had used her hand as a claw and ripped Jake in two.

I dropped the paper and started slowly moving backwards with a shocked expression. "Why, Erin. He was so young, His modelling career had just started. He was supposed to be in Paris next week! Oh god, OH GOD. No its okay, maybe we can hide the body and no one will ever find out." I looked up at Erin, I was hoping to make her cheer up but she just looks even sadder. She's not looking at me and she's started to play with her fingers.

"I got you a meatball sub."

She looked up at me with wide eyes, not sure if I was serious or not.

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"I've been burned before, Isabel." I smiled and grabbed the sub out of my bag.

"There's the sense of humour I love." I say affectionately and pass the sub to her. She smiled a little and started carefully unravelling the packet. After opening the package she took a deep breath, either sighing at the fact that she no longer has to eat shitty bland food, trying to smell more of it or she's doing that sigh people sometimes make when they see a loved one for the first time in the while. I know Erin didn't sigh when she saw me but no one is closer to Erin than her meatball subs.

She slowly took her first bite of the sandwich and moaned. She looked me in the eyes and gave me a dopey smile. I couldn't contain my laugh and started to chuckle at her stupidity.

"This is so fucking good, Isabel." She moaned but quickly started to laugh.

"You're a fucking idiot." She giggle at me and continued to eat her sandwich.

"So where you sad when you came in here?" Her smile faded a little and she swallowed her food.

"He told me he doesn't want to come, then we got into a fight." She took another bite of her food and chewed slowly.

"Whelp, watcha gonna do. Come one let's pack." I stood up but she dragged me down onto the bed.

"I left him a note saying that if he wanted to come with me, he needs to meet me tomorrow here at 4." She was quiet and didn't look me in the eyes.

--------Erin's POV------------

Please don't yell at me. Please don't yell at me. Please don't yell at me. Please don't yell at me. Please don't yell at me. Please don't yell at me. Please don't yell at me. Please don't yell at me.

"Are you fucking serious, you told him when we were going!" she screamed in my face. I looked down at my sub and tried to take a bite but Isabel slaps it out of my hand. This bitch be trippen. I put my finger tips together and look up to Isabel.

"I'm sensing some negativity from you." She gives me a death glare which sets me on edge a little. Isabel can be terrifying when she snaps. I've only ever seen her snap twice in my entire life and both were terrifying as fuck. I slowly nodded my head.

"What if he tells Liam!?" Her voice made me flinch a little and she sighed. She doesn't like making me upset so instead of yelling at me more she walks into the bathroom and slams the door behind her.

I Pull back the covers on my bed and right before I get in I hear a knock on the door. I stand up and hesitantly walk to the door. I open it up and surprise, surprise it's Harry. He looks like he has been crying for a while.

"We need to talk." Is all he says before he gently holds my wrist and takes me away from my room.