Twisted Minds [h.s]

T H I R T E E N

"Hurry up, we need to leave." Niall groans in frustration as Harry walks frantically around the hotel room, me just sitting on the couch watching.

"I can't find my fucking smokes." Harry starts tugging at his roots, walking around in circles.

Apparently we have to leave the hotel room now for some unknown reason that no one is bothering to share with me. It feels like everyday I'm straying further and further from going home. I truly have lost hope. And in a weird way, I'm kinda getting used to being around these psychos after being here for like two weeks.

"Let's go, Sophie. Grab your shit," Harry throws a plastic bag at me, full of the random stuff they bought me.

I flinch as it lands on my lap, but grab it and stand to my feet.

Harry bends down behind the couch. "You little bitch," I watch as he picks up his smokes from the ground. "Found these little dogs."

"Smoking isn't good for you." I speak up. Niall and Harry turn their faces towards me, as I've been sitting here silent this entire time.

"It's funny how you think I care." Harry mutters, stuffing the small box of cigarettes into his back pocket of his ripped skinny jeans.

I crease my eyebrows together. "I was just saying."

"Cool. Let's go." Harry tilts his head towards the door, signalling for me to leave.

I roll my eyes and squeeze the plastic bag in my hands, walking out of the hotel room behind Niall. Harry follows shortly after, shutting the door behind us.

We start waking down the corridor with Niall and Harry on either side of me and honestly I am just so glad that they don't tie me up anymore.

After a moment of silence, I speak up once again.

"Where are we going?" I question, quietly.

Harry sighs in annoyance and clearly chooses to ignore me. I frown, turning my head towards Niall instead.

"Niall?"

"We're going out." He replies, bluntly.

Very much not helpful.

"Well, yeah. Obviously." I say with sarcasm dripping between my words.

"Watch it." Harry finally speaks up and I turn my head to face him.

"Just tell me." I push and he turns to face me, glaring.

"Our house. Shut up now. You're beyond fucking irritating." He rolls his eyes.

I'll keep that in mind next time you burn your hand, dick.

"Your house? Is it far?" I continue, not really caring at this point.

They both keep their faces straight ahead as I switch between looking at both of them.

They're really ignoring me right now. This is so fucking dumb. I thought you were better than this Niall.

I huff and decide to not talk anymore as we get in the elevator, going down to the underground garage.

We all walk into the cold, concrete room and watch as the familiar black car pulls up in front of us.

Niall steps forward, opening the back door and sliding in.

"Hurry up." Harry mumbles from next to me and I bite my tounge, holding back any smartass comment.

I crawl into the car, Harry following behind me so I'm now once again sat in between Harry and Niall.

Liam is in the drivers seat and Louis is in the passenger seat.