Born For This (F.S)

4. listen up little girl

Freya P.O.V

Nearly 3 hours and we haven't gotten anywhere. Not even close enough to formulate a plan. How is it ever gonna happen if everyone still looks at me as the 5 year old they meet. No one is taking me serious and I'm this close to just going off on my own but I know it would be reckless too.

I honestly don't know where to begin but if I have to do it alone then so be it. I refuse to just sit around baby sitting my siblings when I can be doing more. How was I suppose to get experienced if everyone has decided I'm not ready to come off the benches?

I hear foot steps behind me so I quickly try to put out the rolled joint I was puffing on just a few moments ago.

"You are indeed your father's daughter. Habits and all." I recognize Grandma Anne's voice.

I don't move a muscle with eyes wide open wondering if I'm about to get chastised. Even though it's the last thing I'm in the mood for, I'd let my grandma speak her piece before sneaking to another corner of the house to smoke.

I honestly don't smoke the way other people do. Smoking everyday just builds your tolerance and then one day being high feels like being normal. I like the high very much so I smoke only when I want to get out of my brain for a little bit. When I'm okay with not being in control for a few hours.

Like right now for example. I'm sure it's coming -the sermon- from Anne but I'm too high to care. I'm pretty sure I won't remember it.

"I thought I was alone. I'm sorry I'll move to another area." I mumble trying to make my legs work.

"Don't stop on my account Freya, I'm not necessarily happy but out of all the drugs you can do. Cannabis is pretty harmless although one time Harry shaved his hair off and when he sobered up boy did he regret it." Anne chuckles staring off as I'm guessing the memory is playing back in her head.

"I didn't know he did that. He's told me a lot of stories but not that one." I laugh along with her trying to imagine a younger version of him bald. That seems like something Archie would do too if he ever got around to smoking again.

"Harry knows you do that?" Anne questions sitting down next to me.

Since my grandma claimed to not mind I resparked it being it to my lips and taking a long drag. I let it out of my nose as I answer her,

"Yeah he caught me one time when I was 20 and tried to scold me but then I reminded him how old I was. He smoked with me once when I was 23 and the last time a few months ago."

"Your father did worser things by 20 so I'm sure that's where his nonchalantly comes from. I'm sure Eleanor isn't too happy." Anne comments watching me take another hit.

"My Mom has a stick up her butt most days but she's learned to live with it I suppose." I shrug.

"One day when you have kids you'll understand." My grandmother chuckles and I just roll my eyes. After that she gives me a small hug then heads back inside.

The weed had fully kicked in now leaving me very relaxed and either ready for a nap or I could go make myself something to eat. I was walking back into the house when someone's armed reaches out to pull me. I was going to scream when a voice whispers into my ear.

"Come with me upstairs."

I turn to give Zayn a crazed look wondering if he's lost it or had a death wish I didn't know about.

"Literally everyone is here and I'm not down for that." I snap looking down at his arm and he gets the hint to let it go.

"Everyone is out back for now so we have a few minutes." Zayn shrugs.