Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 11

"I want him to fucking pay me." Harry said to the person on the phone, highlighting the curse word. "No, don't warn them." He continued after listening to the other person for a few seconds. He took a swig of his beer, putting it down on the table again. I was sitting next to him now after he allowed me to get off his lap when we started smoking.

"Just kill him, I don't care." He said, before hanging up and throwing the phone next to him on the couch.

"Fucking Andersons." Harry rolled his eyes, making the other men laugh. I was shocked to hear him talk about killing people so carelessly. He didn't seem to notice my expression as he was focussed on taking the joint from Liam. He took a long drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before blowing it out. The smell was distinct and I didn't really like it.

"C'mon Kitten, now you." He held out the joint and lighter to me which I awkwardly took from him. I didn't only want to do it, I also wasn't sure how to. I had just observed Harry but I had never smoked anything in my life before. It just never appealed to me.

I knew that if I tried now and messed up, they would all laugh at me. Or maybe be angry. I also didn't have Nova to mentally support me since Niall sent her away before the first joint was even lit. She had walked away with an apologetic look on her face.

"I don't know how to." I admitted softly, not knowing what else to do. Louis snorted loudly from the other couch, taking a drag from his own joint. Luckily, Harry didn't seem to be bothered by it. I even thought he would let me get away without smoking anything, but that thought was quickly pushed out of my mind when he spoke to me.

"Watch me." He commanded, putting the end of the little stick between his lips, lightening the other end and taking a small drag. He inhaled through his nose when taking the joint away from his lips, held his breath again for a few seconds and breathed out the smoke.

"Make sure you breath in through your nose so that the smoke reaches your lungs." He pressed, almost threateningly. He gave the joint and lighter to me again, looking at me intently. I could feel the gazes of the others on me as well.

I put the tip of the joint between my lips and lit it like Harry did, inhaling a little, removing the stick and inhaling through my nose. The sharp smoke burned my throat and lungs and I coughed harshly. This made the room fill with laughter. My stomach turned from the bitter taste and tears welled up in my eyes from the burn. I despised it. Harry took the joint from me, also laughing and took another drag himself.

They left me alone for a little while after that. I could see the drugs affecting them slowly. They laughed more and jokes were filling the room. These jokes mostly concerned women. The men also spread out on the couches more and Niall even grabbed the bowl of nachos from the table, munching away happily. I was happy that the one drag didn't have an effect on me.

"Doesn't your bird want some more?" Zayn said, his gaze burning in mine. His eyes didn't seem as clouded as the rest. I cursed him internally because Harry's focus was now on me again.

"It burned.." I whispered softly to Harry, trying to get his sympathy. But it didn't seem to work, especially when Zayn talked again.

"There are ways to avoid that. Right, Haz?" Zayn said to Harry with a sly smirk. It was the second time I heard the nickname and Harry didn't seem faced by it. These men must be really close. Harry grinned widely when he registered Zayn's words, a set of perfectly straight and wide teeth coming into my view.

"Kitten." He tried to get my focus with the terrible name he gave me the first time he spoke to me. "I'm going to do something and I want you to work with me." He continued. An ominous feeling fell over me. I didn't like it that he didn't tell me what he was going to do.

He took another drag of the joint and grabbed my chin, angling my face towards me. He leaned towards me, eyes dark and suddenly pushed his lips to mine. I inhaled in shock, accidentally inhaling all the smoke he was blowing into my mouth too. Harry pulled away laughing at my actions.

I couldn't believe he just kissed me. I wiped my lips, feeling dirty, which made him laugh even harder. Although I felt dirty, the smoke didn't burn this time. A soft feeling made its way though my body. It tingled a bit.

"Again!" Louis cheered from the other couch. Harry smiled at him before turning to me again.

"Obey." He mumbled, before taking a drag again. Since I knew what was coming I was less shocked when he put his lips to mine again. They didn't open immediately since I wasn't surprised but Harry just put more pressure on mine, until it started to hurt. Eventually I opened my lips and felt the smoke go down my throat. I breathed as less as possible in order to not get as much smoke inside my body. I didn't want to get high. Harry pulled away.

"Didn't seem like she got that much." Zayn provoked Harry again. He must really dislike me or he was just getting a kick from getting girls high. From what I had seen, he was that kind of person.

"Take one yourself. If your drag lasts for five seconds and you inhale it through your lungs then it's your last one. If you don't I will make you finish the whole thing." Harry said to me. There was a little less than half of the joint left, which was still a lot. For a second my mind thought about not doing it, but the gun was still on the table.

And so I took the joint, lit the end and started the drag. It was hard to count to five seconds in my head as I was overwhelmed with the disgusting taste. When finishing the count I inhaled through my nose and felt the smoke spreading in my lungs. I coughed harshly again, feeling the effect very quickly.

They left me alone after that, which I was very happy about. I did feel high now, my world spinning a bit like I was on a wobbling boat. My eyes felt heavy and my body was tingling.

"Go get us some beers, Emma." Liam demanded. My eyes slowly met his gaze. Was everyone allowed to demand me around? I didn't question it for long when I felt Harry's hand squeezing my leg shortly as a warning.

My body pushed itself up from the couch, swaying a bit when standing upright. I made my way to the kitchen safely, grabbing a total of five beers, and tried to walk back straightly. I seemed to manage it pretty well, until I banged my shin harshly to the salon table.

"Merde!" I cursed out loud in French, my mother-tongue, grabbing the attention of everyone. I never spoke French. I wasn't even sure if I still could speak it after 14 years, but I couldn't let go of this swearword since it felt so good to say sometimes.

"What did you just say?" Niall asked, his eyebrows furrowed. I sat down next to Harry again, clutching my hurt leg to my chest.

"She's bilingual, didn't I tell you?" Harry answered Niall before I could. I looked at him questioningly before realising he must have read it in my papers that he stole from Mr. Acker. That seemed like ages ago.

"Oi, use her as translator with Evans" Niall responded but Harry shook his head.

"Nah, she's too stupid for business." He said it so casually as if I wasn't even sitting next to him. That comment really hurt. It made my blood boil. Just because I never studied further than high school, I wasn't stupid.

"Excuse me?" I said angrily. The mood in the room changed directly. The happy and drugged smiles faded from everyone's faces. Harry's angry gaze fell on me.

"What did you just say to me?" He straightened himself, looming over me. Dominance.

"I'm not stupid." I muttered, my offended side taking the best of me. The consequence came quickly. I saw white for a moment after he hit me, throwing me of the couch with the impact.

"I told you to obey." He muttered darkly, before delivering a harsh kick to my stomach. I screamed from the pain that it caused.

"I'm not a dog" I spat out, clutching my stomach and crying. I was totally done with the abuse, the harsh treatment and him forcing me to do anything he wanted. I didn't deserve it. I was the wrong girl.

This pushed Harry over the edge. He kicked me harshly again, the blow landing on my upper leg. I screamed. He continued landing heavy kicks all over my body. Eventually, it was more pain than I could handle.

The last thing I saw was Zayn looking at me from the couch, swirling the beer around in his bottle, taking a sip and winking at me with a grin before I blacked out.