Ella's POV:
"I'd drive all night just to get back home"
Two hours. It had been an entire 120 minutes since Harry left and to be brutally honest I was dying. I had tried to escape...twice, only to come to no avail. Each time Louis simply grabbed me by the waist sitting me back down on the couch.
Louis never took his eyes off of mine, as if he were scared he would blink and I would be gone. He sat directly across the room sitting with his hands behind his head, ankles crossed in front of him.
I had taken the liberty to lie down on the white couch, tracing patterns with my eyes to the ceiling tiles. My thumbs were twiddling together, and the persistent boredness was overwhelming. Sighing, I turned over to my side focusing my attention on Louis.
"Can-"
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"No." Scoffing I turned back around to my original position.
"Do you always babysit the people Harry kidnaps?" A loud snort sounded through the quiet making me slightly turn my head.
"Kidnap? As I recall you were making out moaning his name less then two hours ago." My mouth dropped open and deciding it was best, I didn't dare open my mouth again. The vulgerness that was present in both of them made me question who they hung out with...and then I remembered how I met them.
Closing my eyes, I hadn't realized how exhausted I was until I tried to open them again. I was tired but not in the traditional 'I stayed up and now I regret it' way; I was mentally tired. The past week and a bit ran through my head as if it were playing on a movie screen. From the private, to TC, to Jay...and then to Harry.
No. I should've said that one little word, when TC proposed the idea to me. But then again I had tried to protest only to be threatened in the most dramatic sense. Perhaps, when he had first come to us with this ludicrous promise of money is when I should've said no. Surely, I wouldn't even remotely be in the situation I currently was.
But I was desperate for money, with the economy in a never ending downward spiral, and my college tuition fees piling up, I probably would've done anything at the time. Rebecca and Madison were in the same boat...hell we probably all are. My memories shifted back to the night when we had made each other a very important promise.
"I don't know about this." Rebecca whispered harshly ensuring TC wouldn't overhear our conversation.
"Okay look, I'm just going to say it. I need the money." My gaze shifted over to Madison's who wore a slightly concerned expression on her face.
"We all need money Mads, I just...I just don't have a good feeling about this." Rebecca spoke sincerely, trying to convince both of us.
"Let's make a deal then." Madison grabbed both of our hands bringing us closer together.
"We agree. But at the first sign of trouble or the first sign of anything sketchy we back out...all of us." I silently nodded, praying it would be as easy and simple as how Madison described it.
"We need a 9-1-1 word. If any of us texts it, says it...breaths it, we know they're in trouble; and not trouble as in I don't know my way home trouble. Trouble as in something went seriously wrong." For the first time my eyes met Rebecca's who looked as if she were going to either pass out or throw up...or maybe even both.
"Okay." I finally spoke although it came out as a hoarse whisper.
"Okay you'll do it?"
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Possessive
Fanfiction"She's mine." He purred as he watched her hands snake up the length of her curves. Leaning forwards in his seat, his tongue eagerly glided over the bottom of his lips. "She's no ones." His eyes didn't once leave the Blonde gliding across the floor...
