CHAPTER 7
-You'd think.
↛ niall ↚
Am I awake, am I asleep or some where in between?
Has Zayn really drugged me?
What the actual fuck!
To think I thought these boys were innocent, lovely boys.
From all the YouTube videos, to all the public display they show, I would never think they'd act like this behind the cameras.
Holy fuck why am I talking to mysel- What are they doing to me?
Oh my god! They all are going to fuck me?!
I'm still a Virgin! I don't want my first time to be me all drugged up, not remembering the moment of sweet love, and the part when they say, "tell me if it hurts." Then they go gentle until I want more and they fuck me senseless.
You know?
And waking up with coffee and granola on a tray in bed, maybe they could tell me all the words they still haven't said.
I can hear babbling, why can't I hear them perfectly?
Can I wake up from this?
Why can I feel myself move, someone is carrying me.
Yelling, I hear yelling.
I feel myself getting pulled.
↛ louis ↚
"I, I wanna save you
Wanna save your heart tonight
They'll only break you
Leave you torn apart, oh
I can't be no superman,
But for you I'll be super human
I, I wanna save you, save you, save you tonight"
I sing to the boy in my arms.
"Louis!! Open the fuck up!" I hear Liam yell.
"Piss off you freaks!" I yell back annoyed as ever.
They think they can just drug him and fuck him?!
Christ! I thought I was the cheeky pervert.
Clearly not.
"You better not be secretly fucking him Louis! I fucking swear, lad!" I hear Zayn pounding on the door to my room.
"Oh yeah, fucking him so good." I moan, shaking the bed with my butt.
"Louis Tomlinson! You're so dead!!" And there's Harry, yelling at the door like the others.
I slowly stroke the younger boys hair.
"You'd think I'd fuck a little adorable thing like you. Not a chance.." I whisper to Niall, who's half drugged, and hopefully asleep.
The knocking on the door stops, hmm.
They must be not horny anymore, or their all fucking each other.
Eh, we'll never now, will we?
I love the way our bodies intertwine with each other as the boy lay's nicely on my side, snuggling away.
I'd never think I'd be snuggling with such a pretty boy.
I hope he can hear my singing, I would think it would sooth him.
Knowing he's a directioner and all.
Even if he still is.
For all I know, we might have lost a brilliant fan.
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