My parents sold me to one direction for a weatherspoons pitcher

Smirnoff Vodka and Monster

Pls listen to Eminem and Rihanna - Monster x

Harold looked at me with sad, concerned eyes. 'Hey, I know. It must be a shock. Can't imagine what it's like to be poor... but I've saved your family. Trust me. You are worth the world and I paid them as much.'
Paid them? Sold? What does it mean? Am I free from my parents' crackhead grip? I could only hope.

Harold moved closer to me, dropped his guitar on the trademark sticky Spoons floor. I could feel his breath. Warm. Smells like Kopparberg Passionfruit.

'I promise that it will be okay from now on. I saw your mum do that baggy. You deserve better,' he stepped right in front of me and touched my hips, 'you deserve me.'

My heart fluttered. Am I having a heart attack? It could be. But it would be worth it, to say I died with Harry Styles touching me.

It was then that he pulled me in and I felt his Monster in his trousers against me.