I Was Sold to One Direction

Chapter One

"Once we get to the house we'll show you to your room and give you your new uniform," Harry looked over and told me. Uniform? I had thought to myself. I started worrying myself with what the uniform was gonna look like. What kind of uniform were they gonna make me wear? Was it gonna be a something revealing, kinky? They wouldn't make me wear something. I thought optimistically.

Niall looked at my puzzled face and asked, "What are ya' thinking about, love?" I cringed as he said that word, love. I hated the word. It just sounded so .

"None of your business, you stupid British fuck," I wanted to say to him but I didn't for I feared the repercussions. "Nothing in particular," I said coyly.

"Fine. Don't tell." He said and turned back around towards the front, a little annoyed. I better not press my luck, any of them could snap at any point and I didn't want to be at the receiving end of that. 

The trip seemed to go on forever and never end. They didn't even turn on the radio, they just sat in silence. The rest of the car ride was filled with awkward silence and a few coughs or throats cleared here and there. You could cut the tension in here with a knife. I was so relieved when we got to the house. I wanted to get out of the car so bad and finally stretch my legs. When we were parked Louis got out of the car as fast as he could like he couldn't stand to be by me any longer than he had to. He slammed the door behind him and rushed into the house in a kind of jog-walk. Harry unbuckled and turned toward the door. He reached for the handle and opened the door. I unbuckled and got out of the car after him. I shut the door and followed the remaining three up to the door. 

Liam was near the back of the three, closest to me and said to me, "Don't worry about Louis. He doesn't hate you. He just doesn't like new people and he's especially awkward around girls." He chuckled a little at the end. 

I really couldn't have given a shit if he or any of them liked me or not, but I wanted to be on their good side so I laughed a little at his terrible joke. "That makes me feel better," I lied. 

"Come on. Let's get you all settled in." Liam said and wrapped his arm around me like we were buddies. I wanted to push him off me and just run but I couldn't. 

We walked into the house. It was a two story building with a set of stairs in the main entrance. To the right was the their living room with a long L-shaped couch with a big TV across from it. The TV  was bigger than anything that I ever had at my house. Next to the couch there was a little side table with a lamp on it and a small coffee table in front of the couch. They had a few empty beer cans and chip bags on the table. The floor looked like it hadn't been swept in years. I half expected there to be cobwebs in the corners. To the left was their kitchen. The trash can was overflowing with garbage and you could smell the stench from here. In the sink, there were thousands of dishes. They had filled the sink and started piling them around the sink. The counter was almost covered with them. Off to the right was a dining table that looked like it hadn't been used ever. Windows surrounded the table on three sides. It wasn't dirty only a little dusty but it looked easy to clean. Behind the stairs there was a little closet space like in Harry Potter.

Harry took me up the stairs to show to me to my room. To right were two rooms, Harry's and the bathroom. To the left, three, Niall, Liam, Louis, and mine. He took me to the second room and opened the door. I followed him inside. 

To be continued.