The Band-napper's Best Friend

Chapter 5 - Just an abnormal day pt. 2**

**warning!! suicidal thoughts are present and i know that some people are sensitive to that type of stuff, so please if you don't feel comfortable with that, please notice my warnings and skip until I clarify that part is done. sorry in advance. **

DALLAS' POV:
Since I'm experienced with drugs and dosages, I am managing them and administering them to the boys. I used a minor dose on Niall earlier when he went off on Mer so he should wake up at 7pm-ish but since he didn't eat, who knows what will happen. He might not even wake up at all.

After Lon stormed off, I went to Louis' room to see if he needed the dose of the sedatives. I walked in to see him crying silently. Both his hands were chained still to the bedposts and the food was left untouched on the nightstand. I stormed over to the bed and he looked up at me with fear in his tearful eyes. He looked severely homesick and broken, which is reasonable since we uprooted them from their homes so abruptly and forced them here with us. I grunted at him and he just looked away.

"Which hand?" I sternly said.

"What?" He trembled, looking back at me, sheepishly.

"Which hand do you want?" I repeated, more sternly.

"Um...my right I guess." I walked over and unlatched the right hand from the cuffs. I handed him the sandwich and he just stared at it.

"I need you to eat Tomlinson. I don't want to deal with the death of a celebrity here. Eat the damn sandwich." I seethe.

*******trigger warning of suicide******

"Well, if I'm not going to see my beautiful Eleanor again, might as well just die then." He said, pushing his sandwich away from his lap. "Also, if I can't see Freddie again..." He trails off and starts sobbing uncontrollably. He brings his knees to his chest and puts his head between them. "What's the point of living anymore, if there is nothing to live for? I already lost everything important to me and the light at the end of the tunnel seems to get further and further away as my life progresses on so why not just end it all right now and end the suffering for once and for all." He continues. (A/N: Put a little love on me came on while writing this paragraph and well, i started to cry. Sad song + sad moment = excessive tears)

I suddenly felt bad for even mentioning this idea at all. We took the boys away from their happy lives of children and girlfriends, in Liam's case, fiancé, and brought them to live with us. Why did I think of this? "Louis, I need you to eat." I beg, trying to be kinder with my words.

"No. I would rather starve." He refuses.

"You're making this very difficult Louis."

"I don't care. I'm not eating." he shrugs, pushing the food even farther away from him.

I had enough of his childless. I know, he's fucking depressed and shit but UGH! WHATEVER LOUIS! "Ugh fine. Whatever! Eat or don't eat!" I state. "Your goddamn choice." I turn around and storm out of the room, locking his door after me and leaving him there with his sandwich and depressing thoughts. He can figure out what he wants to do.

*******end of trigger warning*******

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After all the girls are done with giving the boys food and 'sleepy water', I find Zayn's room and enter with his sandwich. He already found a way to get his blindfold off and the duct tape so he's sitting there in his handcuffs tied to the bedposts.

"Well hello there Mr. Malik." I say. He looks at me.

"You little bitch. Let me go!" He screams.

"Uh no." I say smugly.

"Let me free or I'm calling the police."

"Yeah? How are you going to call them asshole?" I sass and raise my eyebrow, knowing the obvious answer.