y/n woke up to the bright sun rays peeping in through her curtains. She got up and threw her hair into a messy bun and put on her favourite one direction, a pair of skinny jeans and her white converses.
Just as she was applying mascara to her blue orbs her alcoholic mother bursted in and told her to pack her bags and to come down stairs when she was done. Y/n was confused but did it anyway.
As she walked down the stairs she heard familiar voices. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she saw one direction in her living room. Her mom told her to get out and that she was sold as a sex slave to them so she could buy more weed.
