27 Tattoo's {a One Direction fan fiction}

Escape of the sheep

Hi loves this is way tooo late but GCSE is annoying and so are sutpid strict .R.E. teachers so yeah.

Enjoy.

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Azure’s POV

“Get yo dirty asses in Daisy” said Ocean new ‘brother’.

Then looking at everyone’s reaction – which was as if a grandma wearing red lipstick and winged eyeliner, just sucked Harry’s dick, in front of everyone while harry took some medical drugs –

Which was a mixed reaction of, ‘Damn guy’s??? Let’s get some cow pussy!’ and Ocean’s face,’ what. What. What. What.’,

“No as in milking her yo thugged out milk bastards.” Oceans ‘brother’ huffed, shaking his head.

Oceans face looked even worse like “I’m getting raped!”

I started to sing ‘Payphone’ in my head

Don’t ask.

“I’m at payphone, trying to call home, allof my change i’ve spent on you!” I sang, forgetting that I’m meant to be a sheep

“Damn,biiatch!” Ocean’s new ‘brother’, lets call him Bob, yelled.

“Singing sheep! Good music taste!” He yelled out in a German accent.

What the fuck?? Why did you turn German??

“Sing more!” he yelled, in a American Dad accent.

I shook my head, slightly nerved. Excuse me?? No.

“Or I’ll stab you.” He muttered darkly, smiling over to the terrorist, let’s call the terrorist Harry Styles.

Wait, I mean Mike.

He’s called Mike.

Okay?? Good. Why am I talking to myself?

You’re meant to be a sheep. Have sheepy thoughts.

I thought of counting sheep in my head.

A image of Harry Styles on a sheep smiling widely, jumping over a fence came to my mind.

One.

Louis face came on the sheep, Louis was yelling “Hello, Hello! My my my what have we here? What a surprise, what a surprise!” singing the words to Hello Hello by Elton John and Lady Gaga

This continued until Justin’s ass came up, twerking.

Oh god.

Wow I actually love this.

Twerk, baby. Mmm.

Ten.

Opening my eyes, I stared at Bob putting hay in my mouth.

I’ve got hay in my mouth; this is really prickly and tastes like shit.

 Don’t ask me how I know how shit tastes like.

I was only 10.

I’m still scarred.

Fuck you, Ocean.

Louis slouched his shoulders, and walked towards the cow part of the farm Ocean followed him grudgingly, and the rest of the boys including Justin followed them.

I decided to trot along with them, moving my head to the beat of my ‘sheep feet’ taps.

I felt two hands on my breasts, and out of the blue I got lifted up

Is this real, why?? Why the breasts??

Do all farmers do this, oh my god?

He kept walking towards the sheep enclosure, Oh no. I’m not a actual sheep! Why this plan.

Why. Someone stab me.

Hey what if someone kills me eats my meat and turns into a cannibal. That’ll be funny. I’ll be laughing from above going, “that’s what you get for trying to eat me!”

 Shaking myself out of my daydream, my eyes widened at the sight before me.

A huge poorly painted sign, the writing in blue with a pregnant sheep smiling from ear to ear, said in capitals “PREGNANT SHEEPS. FUN SHEEP BIRTH!”

I bleated out in surprise, squirming in his arms, whining.

“You look a bit pregnant, we’re going to stick something on your stomach and see you’re baby!”

What.

Do I look fucking pregnant?

If I was pregnant, it would be with Justin’s baby.

This is the moment where I insert hearts.

I shook my head, trying to signal to him that it’s the stuffing, not a baby but he just glared at me for causing a fuss.

I really hate Bob.

Ironically, since childhood I hated the show ‘Bob the Builder’ which air’s in the UK, which is a bunch of clap models building buildings.

He placed me down between two other pregnant sheep’s, one of them just peed.

This is horrible.

I need to escape, now.

I started to bleat/scream, and rolling on my back.

“Code red! Pregnant sheep!” a worker yelled out, and he grabbed me and took me to a cage like gate.

I feel sorry for these sheep’s. Forced sheep’s sex, hybrids born, and the circle repeats.

Poor things...