My parents sold me to one direction for a weatherspoons pitcher

Bud Light

Listen to Ninki Minjaj- lets have a drink ink found the bud light bad bitches like me are hard to come by💖

My heart flip flopped. Harry Styles wanted to buy me! And so did the other members of One Direction: Liam, Niall and Zayn. I was ready to do whatever they wished. I didn't care if they made me their slave, or....*slave*.

Harry smirked.

"C'mon, Y/N." Harry said. "Let's go see the Boys."

We climbed up the stairs (there was a lot, as, after all, it was a spoons). As I walks through the door Ahmed gave me a cheeky wink. Maybe my favourite Spoons worker knew all along!

We walked to the table and out of the corner of my eye I saw my parents sauntering out of the British chain pub, laughing amongst themselves. They were holding half of a custard cream and their pitcher of choice (woo woo). Their price for me. I felt like Joseph after his brothers sold him for twenty pieces of silver, only I didn't have a technicolour coat, and I was sold to my favourite boyband, not the Egyptians. And I wanted to be sold. So I didn't really feel like Joseph at all, on second thought.

We sat down at the table, and I was in a Liam and Zayn sandwich. They both put their arms around me. Their grip was tight, and they said, "you're safe now, Y/N".