Stockholm Syndrome: Monster

Chapter 8: EFF OFF

After Louis leaves the room, someone's hand slides down my shirt towards the boxer waistband, I panic, due to the fact I'm practically wearing underwear. "What the hell man!?" Im stopped by Liam's hand on my mouth, the other holding my wrists. " Calm down, Mi." He says sternly, squeezing my wrists in an unnecessary manner. Louis runs down the stairs eating out of a bag of carrots. "Louis help me, one of your boyfriends touched my buns!" I screech fighting harshly against Liam, Harry, and Zayn, Niall eating a donut...figures. "Sorry girl, but I can't, you could use Zayn's phone to call the police or something." He says with sympathy, one of them touched me and I didn't like it, its just a phone, I wasn't gonna keep it. "B-but I... NO NO I WILL NOT STAY HERE!" I shout, everything in my sight turns different shades of blood red, my heart racing. Before I could bite whoever's hand was clutching and pulling on my arm, a booming pain races through my head, blurring my vision and the red disappears. Wow, that's just like me when I'm on my period, that's so sad. "Oh shit, I'm so dizzeh, heh heh, Liam was bout to go all banana balls on me...ha." I say, feeling dizzy, like I was on paralysis drugs or something. "Jones what have you done to this girl..." Murmurs Niall, who is now carrying me to the couch and Zayn who is busy pocketing his phone, which means they pretty much took it out of my pants, me being the evil genius I am, changed his password so he couldn't get into his own phone. I changed it from 'ZAYN' to 'JERK' and he would never know, te hee hee. "Miko, stop getting angry about everything, you'll surely kill someone." Says Louis, standing a few feet away, my weird highness going away. "How about this Louis? EFF OFF!" I shout, smirking evilly. "Y-you were like....stronger than me, Zayn, and Liam! Why is that, are you on like, steroids or something...?" Asks Harry, poking my arm to see how much muscle there is. "Boy, this is natural, I don't see you asking Liam that question." I snap, glaring so intensely that Zayn leaves the room, muttering a 'Eff this shit, I'm out...'. Liam grins at me smugly, what happened to 'Daddy Direction?'
Welp, people change....

"The lies you tell."

"Liam Motherfletching Payne, I AM NOT LYING! Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth! I-a-m-n-o-t-l-y-i-n-g you little shit!" I shout, getting in his face, I might have even spat a few times, which I hope he did not notice or feel.
"1. I did not need a second shower. 2. I'm not a little shit, never mind little." He says pointedly, Harry snickers, "Well, I mind as well get some popcorn..." He says, scurrying into the kitchen, to my surprise, he actually is making popcorn by the sound of the microwave, idiot.
"Oh I'm so intimidated. " I deadpan, calm for some godforsaken reason. "I have no words." He says, backing up. "Fine, I'll take you right now, right here, Mr. Imaproffesionalboxer." I say, a playful smirk crossing my face as Harry walks back in with his popcorn, settling in on the couch.
"I can't help you with this, Liam..." He mumbles, earning a sharp glare from Liam. "You watch 1D Day?" He asks, I shake my head. "Nope, my plastic ass cousin Hannah forced me to watch it as punishment, when I forgot to clean her room or some ridiculous shit like that..." His mouth forms the shape of an 'o' then an awkward silence takes place. "Sooo....you wanna come to the gym with me and Harry...just don't try to run away, or anything..." He trails off, staring into my eyes, searching them. "Um..." I mumble, trying not to get upset, I distract myself.

"I WILL FOLLOW HIM, FOLLOW HIM WHEREVER HE MAY GO
THERE ISN'T AN OCEAN TOO DEEP
A MOUNTAIN SO HIGH IT COULD KEEP
KEEP ME AWAY FROM ALL HIS LOVE!" I shout at nothing, causing Liam and Harry to cup their ears, noticeably wincing at my random outburst. "Well damn, girl...got some mutant lungs..."Mutters Niall, walking down the stairs, he must be using his Leprechaun powers, I hadn't even seen him leave. Rolling my eyes as he goes to steal some popcorn from Harry behind me. "I need to go do something." I mumble, earning suspicious glares from the boys as I quickly ascend the stairs. Using my memory, I go to the beautiful bathroom I was in two days ago, I need some alone time to think up a plan.