I Was Sold to One Direction

The Beginning

Everything changed when I heard that knock.

It was a normal night or so I thought. I was chilling on the bed, jamming out to my tunes and scrolling through Instaframe. My favorite makeup artist posted a new look that she wore to the VMA's. Of course I gave it a like and commented 3 fire emojis. I heard someone knock at the door and my mother got up to open the door. I just assumed it was a Jehovah's Witness or some little girl scout selling cookies so I paid no mind to it. I couldn't make out what she was saying through the door, only mumbling could be heard so I went back to my listening to my music. A few minutes later my mother came knocking at my door. I got up from my bed and opened the door to see what she wanted. I opened the door to see my mother standing there with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth like always. My mother was nice person when she wasn't either drunk or all methed up. She had a crippling addiction to meth and got it any way she could. By selling our couch, selling my computer, almost selling the house, she didn't give a shit as long as she got her drugs.

"Get your shit packed up. You're gonna be leaving and staying with some other folks for a while." my mother said to me as she blew smoke into my face.

"What the hell do you mean?" I asked confused.

"I meant what I said. Now go. Pack. Your. Shit." she said not answering any of my questions. I grabbed my bag from the bedpost and went to the closet to grab some clothes. I only figured I be staying there for at most a week so I packed light. I shoved my phone charger and my headphones into one of the pockets. Once I was done my mother suddenly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the door. I was taken by surprise and I hadn't realized who was at the door. I looked up to see Harry Styles standing in the door of my house. I was completely baffled. What was he doing here? Why was he here? Did my mother have something to do with this? All these questions ran though my head at a million miles per hour. My mother let go of my arm and shoved me towards Harry. I stopped myself before I ran into the man.

Harry looked down at me and spoke impatiently, "Come on. Let's go now. You take forever to get ready." I got out of the doorway and I heard a loud SLAM behind me from my mother closing the door. I walked with Harry to their car parked on the curb. It wasn't a fancy car like I expected, it was just a boring old one. It made sense though. They didn't want to attract any unnecessary or unwanted attention from the neighbors. We reached the car door and Harry yanks at the handle to open the door for me. When I looked inside I saw Louis in the far seat looking out the window not wanting to be here, obviously. In the driver's seat was Liam and in the passenger's was Niall. I got in and sat in the middle seat next to Louis. When I buckled up I saw Louis moved further away from me like I was something disgusting that he didn't want to be next to. Harry got in and closed the door. Liam pushed the gas pedal and we were headed off to what would be a horrendous next year.

To be continued.