I'm The Badass, I Don't Need You

Chapter Nine: The 'Great' Escape

Annie's Point Of View:

Jerking awake I sat up while I stared at the door that was directly opposite me, blinking I looked down and found myself in a grey singlet... what the...

I yanked the blankets back to find black and white flannel pajama pants, when did I change into this... and then I remembered how that ass kidnapped me, after he drugged me of course - couldn't forget about that one now, can we?

Throwing my legs over the side of the bed I stood up before I spotted a grey Samsung flip phone next to the lamp. Quickly I snatched it up and pulled the top up and stared at the screen before I typed in 112.

I pushed the phone against my ear, but it didn't ring.

"The number you have typed is invalid. Please go to the numbers that have been programmed into your phone and try again"

Great, it's one of those 'program and only can call those numbers' phones, the one's parents buy as a test run with their kids to see mostly make sure they can call them - and the police... if they allow it that is.

I threw the phone to the other side of the room before I got up and walked over to the window and tried to pry it open, and yet it wouldn't budge.

Huffing while I tried to make sure I don't scream and flip my shit I stomped over to the door opposite the bed I had woken up in and yanked it open, I walked outside, glaring at the world in front of me as I found myself at the front door... ha... didn't think it'd be that easy.

I unlocked the door and then walked out and into the hallway before I shut the door and started walking down the hallway of apartments - well, when I sat apartments, I mean there's three on the entire floor.

Getting to the stairs I found a shit faced boy from Louis' band.

Stumbling up the stairs as he drunkenly tried to get up them in his drunken stupor, I watched him before I slowly walked around him and continued walking down the stairs, until I heard a thunk behind me.

Whipping around I see the guy face down on the stairs, quickly I ran to his side and pulled him onto my lap as I checked his head to make sure he wasn't bleeding - yes, I'm a nice person with drunks.

Gotta be when you're the town's drunkard way home, meaning if I see a drunk idiot stumblin' around, I have to help them because I don't want them to get hurt... maybe I'm too nice?

"Alright Need-A-Hair-Cut, let's take you back to the apartment I woke up in and then I make run for it again... since you nearly cracked your head open on the stairs and rolled down them" I muttered sourly before I picked the skinny ass male up and pulled his arm around my shoulders before I started to drag his foul smelling curly haired ass up the stairs.

Dragging the sleeping guy down the hallway I grabbed onto the door handle and basically kicked the door open before I accidentally dropped him on the floor, ".... Whoops" 

Smirking I walked around him, grabbing onto his feet before I dragged him across the floor and onto a rug, and then I went back to the hallway - where I came face to face with one of Louis' other band members.

"Oh fuck, you're not drunk, are you?"

"No"

"Oh good..." I trailed off before he stepped towards me, "I'm leaving-"

"No you're-" I clocked him one in the nose and he hit the floor, also with me doing my walk-home-the-drunkard campaign I have learned to deal with ass hole drunks.

"Bye" I stepped over the guy on the ground who was in a daze before I jogged down the hallway again and down the eight flight of stairs.

When I got to the bottom I burst out of the building and into the rain, "Oh god dammit..." I scowled at the rain as it poured down by the bucket. Sighing I let the door close before I stepped out into the rain and jogged down the stairs while I tried to ignore the fact that I'm going to catch hypothermia since I'm only wearing a thin, grey singlet.

My curly red hair instantly turned into dripping, cold clumps of red hair that stuck to my pale skin, sighing I slowly turned around and started heading back to the apartment building while I walked across the wet ground, bare foot.

Then I sat onto the steps, still being rained on, even if I ran, I had no where to go because I don't really know where I am in the first place. And it's stormin', meaning i'll get lost and basically die because I'm so cold, or i'll drown standing up because of the rain.

My shoulders sagged as I put my chin on my hands as I stared ahead of myself, waiting to see is anyone would notice me gone - actually, that guy I punched out will probably know, when he actually comes back around and tells Louis or just come after myself to beat the crap out of me.

My leg started to shake due to my anxiety and waited, "What the... Annie, right?" looking over my shoulder I see a boy bander staring at me in confusion, "Why aren't you under the cover - or in Louis' apartment?"

"Tried to do a runner, found a drunkard, put him in Louis' apartment, punched out someone who didn't want me to leave and then I came out here to find out that it's raining, so I thought 'fuck it' and then sat down here to wait for someone to find me"

"... Want a cigarette?" he pulled a pack out of his pocket and stared at me, waiting for me to answer.

"I haven't smoked before..."

"Okay, Louis probably wouldn't want you to anyway-" jumping onto my feet I walked under the small cover there was and I snatched the box out of his hand, took one, put it between my lips and held my hand out for his lighter.

Silently and hesitantly he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit the cigarette, as soon as I breathed in I snatched the stick out of my mouth and started to cough as if I had Asthma - well...

The guy chuckles before he took the cigarette out of my hand and put it to his lips and took a puff, "That was adorable"

"Just because I'm not a freaking Smoking God doesn't mean I can't handle it-" I wheezed, going to snatch it out of his hand.

"Ba, ba, ba, ba, it's mine now" he muses before he leans on the wall and watches me try to regain my breath from the first ever puff I've ever taken - and the last.

Fuck that shit, I don't want to die because I want to piss Louis off.

Shivering the guy slips off of his Letterman jacket and throws it at me, "Wear it until I take you back up to Louis' apartment, I want to finish my ciggie" he took another puff and I quickly dropped onto the ground and wrapped the jacket around my freezing body.

Then it was silent, the only sound was the rain that pounded against the earth.

After another twenty minutes, his second cigarette he crushed it before he pushes away from the wall, "C'mon, those two are going to last me a couple days" he grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet before he started to drag me up the stairs.... I think I'm going to die of hypothermia.

Goddammit Louis.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! EVERYTHING WAS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE YOUR FAULT LOUIS TOMLINSON.