Held Tight, No Fright

I woke up to the star he sense of... More freedom. It was weird considering I'm still trapped in this hell hole, and it took me awhile to find out my leg was no longer chained to the bed. It was free and curled under the warm blankets. My eyes examined it like it was a fantasy and my leg couldn't really be free, but it was. Clear as day. The skin around my ankle was a light grey color from the metal and it stung a little when I slipped out of my bed and put weight on it. My door was cracked open, and even though I took it as a sign that I could leave... It still kinda scared me a bit to move. Slowly I peeks out of my room and eyed the hallway. No one was there, only the sight of boxes piled around two rooms. That confused me because I don't remember boxes being there before. I squinted my eyes so I could see the writing on the side.

The first box has Liam's name written on it and next to that box another one had Louis and Niall. A bunch of other ones also had their names on it and I found myself upping out of my room to confront the boxes. They were all tapped shut and I frowned. As much as it pained me to walk away without knowing why they were there, I did it anyways. I knew I'd be in deep shit if Harry found out I had opened boxes that weren't mine. I continued down the hallways until I came to stairs leading down into the next level down. I could hear noises, but not necessarily voices. My foot stepped onto one of the steps and it didn't make a creaking sound like I had expected, but then again it was carpeted. So quickly I rushed down, secretly enjoying the feeling of the cool carpet under my toes until I reached all the way down the stairs. It opened up to the small opened that had two paths. One I could tell lead to the kitchen because I could see a large island in the middle that had a basket of fruit such as bananas and apples. Chairs surrounded the island and I admired how clean and neat it looked. The other path lead down a small hallway that disappeared around another corner. I wanted to see the kitchen better, but the noises I could tell was coming from the other way. Slowly, I made my way down the opposite hallway... Silently hissing as the floor boards groaned under the newly found pressure. I felt like I was sweating bullets and my heart was racing. Finally, I had made it to the end of the hallway, and carefully I peeked around the corner. It opened up into larger room with a nice coffee table and a flat screen T.V. The floor was perfectly white, not a stain in sight along with amazing looking couches. My breath caught as I realize two bodies were taking up the couch and the one man recliner. Harry was on the couch and the other one I knew by the name of Louis was on the other one. The hovered over the table not talking, just moving something around on the table. I craned my head further to try and see what they were messing with, but all I could see was white. It looked like white powder... Sugar maybe? Salt? Who knew. I was about to walk away when I saw Harry bend down face first onto the table and snort up the powdery substance, only lifting his head after rubbing and sniffing his nose. Did he just- then before I could finish my thought, Louis bent down and did the same thing. This time he came up and still had evidence of the substance on his nose. He looked at Harry and he laughed and pointed a finger at Louis like he was mocking him. Only then did I realize... It wasn't sugar or salt, but cocain. They were s offing cocain right here, in their damn living room. My eyes widened at how casual they were being about the whole thing. Just smacking each other like any old day. Suddenly, to my horror... Louis eyes found mine and they looked surprised for a minute... Until he smiled.

He was smiling at me?! What the hell?! Harry looked confused at what Louis was looking at for a second until he followed his gaze and found me standing there, a baffled look on my face. "Hey Nicole." He greeted me with a kind smile that made my insides turn in an uncomfortable way. "Come here for a second." He waved his hand, beckoning me over to him.

I swallowed the lump raising in my throat and shook my head, slowly backing away. I didn't like this, not one bit "Uh, no. No, I'm alright. I'm just gonna go back to my room and sleep."

I had tried to make a quick escape but the way Harry's jaw tightened made my skin crawl "That's wasn't a suggestion. Just come over here really quick, then you can go."

"Harry, please... I'm tired-"

"Now!" He growled, his voice suddenly tight.

I knew there was no way I could walk away from him now, so reluctantly I waddled his way, stopping just a couple inches before the couch he was occupying "what?" I mumbled.

Before he answered, his arm snatched out and grabbed onto my wrist, pulling me toward him until I tripped and sat forcefully in his lap. This made me very uncomfortable, and it only got worse as he gave me a crooked smile and wrapped my arms around his neck to keep me steady "Looks like someone has been sightseeing." He quirked an eyebrow.

I looked away from him "I'm sorry... My door was open... My chain was gone. I didn't know-"

I was silenced by his index finger pressing to my lips "Shh. It's okay. I wanted you to."

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask.

He didn't answer me, but he pointed to the table that had lines of the white power. It made me sick just looking at them "Do you know what this is?" He asked, licking his finger and dipping it into the Cocain so it coated his to finger.

I swallowed once again and gave him a firm nod "Yes."

"Louis, show her how it's done." His words shocked me.

Show me how it's done?! Why would I want to know how it's done?! My eyes widened as I met Louis's crooked smirk. Louis nodded once and leaned down again, plugging one half of his nose so the other nostril was open, then he sniffed up another line of the drug. When he legged his hand he took a deep breath and bit his lip like he was savoring the feeling. He rubbed his nose once again and looked at me with the same stupid smirk. "Good enough for you Haz?"

"Mhm." He gave Louis his approval, then he ran his hand up and down my back "your turn baby."

I couldn't help myself as I turned around and nearly fainted in his lap "What?!" I asked in shock.

"It's your turn. You saw how Lou did it, now you can try." He gave me an encouraging smile.

"What?! No, no! I don't want to do Cocain Harry. It's a drug and I have no interest in doing drugs!" I wasn't a druggy, never has been, never will be.

"Why? Cocain helps you ease off a little bit. All that stress your feeling, all that fear and anger... That will dissolve once you try it." peer pressure... Don't fall for it.

I honestly don't want it to dissolve. I want to stay angry, it will help me find an escape if I focus in it. "No."

"How about Ecstasy?" Louis asked me.

"What? You have that to?!" Of course. I got kidnapped by a druggy. Could this get any better?

Louis bent down and revived a little baggy with a bunch of small round looking pills and shook them "mhm, sure do."

"No! I'm not doing drugs!" I snapped and tired to unravel myself from Harry's grip, but suddenly it got tighter.

"Ready Louis?" The curly haired boy asked him. Fear formed in the pit of my stomach as I saw Louis put three of the pills in his mouth an nod at Harry with the biggest smile I've ever seen. Harry flipped me over so he was pinning me to the couch, his body blanketing mine, and not in a comfortable way either. I squirmed and tried to get away but his grip on me was way to tight. When I opened my eyes again, I saw myself staring into two blue orbs. Louis face hovered an inch away from mine and I knew this wasn't going to end well. I kicked and thrashed but that all went to waist as Louis's lips pressed firmly into mine. If this wasn't against my will... I might have would enjoy it. I felt his tongue kicking at my lips trying to find a way inside but I kept it close denying his access. That's when I felt Harry's pelvis grind down on me and I couldn't help but gasp an moan... Instantly allowing Louis to plunge his tongue into my mouth. I tried to shake him off but his tongue kept flicking along mine sending a weird fire sensation through my body. I suddenly felt over heated and hot, I've never felt this hot before. That's when I felt three pills being forced Ito my mouth with his tongue, making me want to gag and throw up the pills. But he pulled away and closed me mouth, also plugging my nose. I tried to get them away but I was slowly loosing oxygen and they were only going to allow me to breath when I swallowed. So I reluctantly swallowed the pills, and I instantly felt panicked.

Notes

Merrr!! Not sure how I feel about this... So let me know! I'm trying to make this one unique and not like the other Stockholm Syndromes people have written. Well anywhore. Love you all! Goodbye!!