I was hesitant to speak to Louis as we were leaving that night. All 6 of us were walking around the pub, and I was looking for Christopher. I wasn't going to leave without having some form of communication with him.
Louis had already abandoned me, but Niall and Zayn were staying by my side as I searched around for him. Then Harry appeared at the door from outside and lured us to follow him out. Chris was standing there with Louis, Jezebel and Harry. "Hey you." He pulled me into a hug again.
"Hey me." I giggled into his hug.
"So you should know that I'm not leaving my Sierra without being able to give her a call." He nudged my side as he reached in his back pocket to pull out his phone.
I grabbed his phone to put my number inside. "I'm texting myself so I have yours too because you could just as easily never talk to me again." I teased him.
"And that was the plan, you caught me." He held his hands in the air in defense. I laughed as I looked to the side at him. "Aren't your feet sore?" he pointed to my heels.
"Oh please, remember that one time where I-"
"Where you wore heels and kicked a girl in the stomach because she said you looked like a slut?"
"Yes." I nodded in laughter as he finished my sentence.
"You looked like a fucking hooch." He exclaimed to me.
"I was playing a role for my drama class." I shrugged him off.
"The only assignment you ever did,"
"Because I got to pla-"
"Because you got to play a drugged out hooker." He cut me off again, bursting into laughter straight away. I smiled sincerely. "I should probably get Jezzy home." Jezebel was standing there with her heels in her hand, looking lost and uncomfortable.
"It was really nice to see you again." I wrapped my arms around his neck in a hug again. He told me he felt the same and left with Jezebel on his arm.
"Come on losers." I urged the boys to come back to the van. They were all wearing the stupidest, taunting smirks. We piled in and I drove around the back to an empty lot on a non-busy street. My phone was sitting in the middle compartment when it lit up.
There was a text from Chris that I hadn't sent myself. It read "Goodnight Sierra. I love you heaps!"
"Ooooh, fuck him." Zayn exclaimed after he read the text out loud to everyone. I snatched my phone and snarled.
"That was his girlfriend with him, you dumbass." I almost gave myself a headache from rolling my eyes back do harshly.
"Fuck 'em both." Harry's arm came around the front seat to wrap around my neck as he rubbed his fist on top if my head. I swatted him away before turning completely around in my seat.
"Fuck you." I mumbled to him.
"Alright then babe." His hands fiddled with his belt, the metal part jingling as he unbuckled it and went to unzip his pants. I stared blankly back at him.
He stopped and looked up at me as the rest of the boys laughed, and I sat there looking unamused. "Typical Sierra, sucking the fun out of all our games."he rolled his eyes.
"I was just waiting. At least I'd be the first of the day for once." I shrugged innocently while still calling him out. The other boys laughed again, this time with me.
We all settled down and I sat back forward in my seat. "Hey, Sierra." Niall called from the back.
"What?" I didn't turn to acknowledge him.
"Mind if you guys get out so I can try something?"
"Whatever." We all got out and stood by the car. He was shuffling around, adjusting the seats so they were laid down flat and everyone could lay on top.
"We're still too big to be laying down in here together." Zayn seemed annoyed with me as he spoke.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I faked sincerity, "Let me just pull some money out of my ass!"
"You could have at least had a plan!"
I stayed quiet after that, continuing to text away. I didn't need to listen to Zayn's bullshit right now. They settled down and I grunted to show my feelings.
"You love that boy huh." Louis looked to me as we all sat criss cross on top of the folded down seats. I looked at him in confusion and he motioned his head towards my cell phone. "Chris or whatever."
"As a friend." I shrugged. "The only person I love, actually. He's apart of the family I wish I had."
"Let me guess, you have some tragic story about how you hate your family?" Liam rolled his eyes, butting into Louis and I's conversation.
"Mind your damn business." I growled instinctively.
"Probably, I mean she's been gone for two days now and not even a phone call or mention of her family. Look how much they care." Harry snorted in reply.
"That's uncalled for." Zayn uncomfortably shifted in his seat. "Maybe she's just ignoring the phone calls. Sierra just doesn't care." He tried to make it into a joke, but it didn't work.
"I'm sitting right here?" I pointed to myself, "And why don't all of you just shut the hell up? Look at you god damn misfits who smoke cigarettes and listen to freaky music. Haven't heard from your parents either! Quit worrying about my perfect life and apologize to your parents for being washed up disappointments!"
"Daddy issues?" Niall spoke in between violent coughs at my outburst.
"We're all at rock bottom for a reason, aren't we?" Zayn attempted to make a point. I rolled my eyes into my nod. "So what's your story Sierra? Why don't your parents care?"
