Kidnapped

I sank to the floor hitting the cupboard open in the process.

I looked inside finding a bag of joints and a lighter.

I took a joint out and lit it, opening the window to let the smoke out.

Taking a long drag I held my breath for what seemed like forever.

Letting the smoke out the effects started to take place and all my worries slipped away.

I lost track of time and soon the joint was gone.

I fanned out the smoke and shut the window.

All of a sudden everything seemed funny and I couldn’t stop giggling.

“Abby, come out, we need to talk.” Harry pleaded.

I unlocked the door and stood giggling.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked.

Suddenly he sniffed me, and I knew I was caught.

“Are you high?” He screamed at me.

“Shhhhh.” I said motioning with a finger to my lips and giggling quietly.

“Well this is fucking great. You’re high out of your mind.” He said pulling at his hair frustratedly.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. “Are you angry at me?”

His face softened. “No, baby, just don’t cry okay?”

“Okay!” I yelled giggling.

“I’m thristyyyyy!” I whined.

“I’ll go get you some water, just stay here okay?” He said getting up.

After a minute I got bored so I got up and walked out of Harry’s room.

I ran into Zayn, literally, and fell on my butt.

I started to giggle really loudly.

I looked at Zayn and couldn’t stop giggling.

His eyes opened wide and he studied my eyes.

“Are you high?” He asked confused.

“As the sky.” I responded hiccupping.

Harry walked up from behind Zayn and he looked super angry.

“What did I tell you?” He yelled.

‘To stay in the room …” I trailed off.

Harry threw me over his shoulder and I squealed.

Zayn watched me go and Harry shut the door to his room.

“What did I fucking tell you Abby?” He asked fuming.

“Stay in the boring room.” I pouted.

I crawled over to Harry and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered into his chest.

“It’s okay baby.” He said, his voice faltering.

I straddled his lap, my lips hovering in front of his.

“I want you to make me feel good.” I said not thinking straight.

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