Notorious
I can't do that mate
*HARRY POV*
Being trapped in the room was driving me insane, the boredom I was enduring was enough to drive anyone mad. Strapped to the same rotting wooden chair, the ropes had burnt my wrists, the unavoidable friction was horrendous. I had tried thinking of ways to escape, but I knew it was impossible, I'd be an idiot to attempt anything with the highly trained killing machines just upstairs.
My mind kept wandering, but I always found myself thinking about Kay and the kiss we shared, her lips, the way she tasted. They were so perfect, as if they were made to fit mine. I liked her eyes, the innocence they could portray from afar but the evil they displayed up close.
Suddenly, the door swung open and someone began to emerge down the creaky wooden stairs. Zayn walked over to me smiling, we had become quite close recently. Every time the others go out, he would come down here and see me, even if it was only for a brief time. Sometimes he'd bring his painting down, even if we sat in silence whilst I'd watch him create his masterpieces, the company was still appreciated and he clearly enjoyed the alone time.
Zayn pulled up a stool with his paint covered hands and sat in front of me. "So the others have gone to the club, I said I'd stay here and watch you, clubbing isn't really my think" he smirked, "do you need like food or anything?"
"No I'm good thanks, what are you gonna do whilst they're gone?"
"I was gonna go play some fifa but I can sta-"
"-Let me play? Please Zayn, I'm losing my mind down here" I pleaded with him, desperation bursting from every pore and he just looked down at the floor.
"I can't do that mate" his face flooded with sympathy, and I knew he felt guilty.
"Zayn, please, just for a bit?" I pushed out my bottom lip pouting, forcing Zayn to crack up laughing.
"Fine, but try anything and I will have to kill you" He replied moving to untie me, the relief washed over my body of not being restricted.
"I won't, Kay already told me, you never miss" I chimed, Zayn sniggered.
My wrists and ankles were increasingly sore, but it felt incredibly to be freed from my binds. I stood up, my legs feeling stiff and taking my first step in days I stumbled across the room, clinging onto the bannister of the stairs. Zayn chuckled at my attempts to walk before helping me up the stairs and giving my legs time to adjust to moving again.
We had been playing fifa for a while, like two normal teenage boys should, Zayn wasn't as good as I was but he won a few times and we both celebrated our victories in loud obnoxious fashions. After a few more games he put his controller down and sighed, "you are alright in my book, Harold" he said in a posh voice, mocking my accent.
"Not so bad yourself" I chuckled, leaning back and relaxing. I was glad that I has Zayn, he was the only one helping this hostage situation feel a bit normal for me.
"So...wanna get wrecked?" Zayn questioned, I gave him a confused look, I had no idea what 'wrecked' meant or if I wanted to get it. "Do you wish to get stoned Harold?"
I sat thinking about his question, did I want to try marijuana? Then I realised that I should try it for two reasons, one is that I have nothing better to do and drugs my make this experience more bearable, and two, I may be dead pretty soon which means I should have as many new experiences as possible before my inevitable death. I gave Zayn a hesitant nod, slightly nervous. He stood up and directed me towards the back patio, we sat at a table on the decking.
"I prefer smoking it outside, I appreciate the world more" Zayn explained, sparking the...joint? Yeh lets call it that. He took long drags, I watched fascinated as he inhaled the smoke, allowing it to enter his lungs and then he passed it to me.
I pinched it between two fingers and carefully placed it to my lips, hesitantly inhaling. I stopped when my lungs began to burn, forcing me into a wild coughing fit and Zayn laughed at my inexperience. "Don't worry about it mate, it happens to everyone, try again" he encouraged me reassuringly. I placed it to my lips again and took a deep drag, feeling the warm smoke hit the back of my throat, it felt soothing...natural.
Being trapped in the room was driving me insane, the boredom I was enduring was enough to drive anyone mad. Strapped to the same rotting wooden chair, the ropes had burnt my wrists, the unavoidable friction was horrendous. I had tried thinking of ways to escape, but I knew it was impossible, I'd be an idiot to attempt anything with the highly trained killing machines just upstairs.
My mind kept wandering, but I always found myself thinking about Kay and the kiss we shared, her lips, the way she tasted. They were so perfect, as if they were made to fit mine. I liked her eyes, the innocence they could portray from afar but the evil they displayed up close.
Suddenly, the door swung open and someone began to emerge down the creaky wooden stairs. Zayn walked over to me smiling, we had become quite close recently. Every time the others go out, he would come down here and see me, even if it was only for a brief time. Sometimes he'd bring his painting down, even if we sat in silence whilst I'd watch him create his masterpieces, the company was still appreciated and he clearly enjoyed the alone time.
Zayn pulled up a stool with his paint covered hands and sat in front of me. "So the others have gone to the club, I said I'd stay here and watch you, clubbing isn't really my think" he smirked, "do you need like food or anything?"
"No I'm good thanks, what are you gonna do whilst they're gone?"
"I was gonna go play some fifa but I can sta-"
"-Let me play? Please Zayn, I'm losing my mind down here" I pleaded with him, desperation bursting from every pore and he just looked down at the floor.
"I can't do that mate" his face flooded with sympathy, and I knew he felt guilty.
"Zayn, please, just for a bit?" I pushed out my bottom lip pouting, forcing Zayn to crack up laughing.
"Fine, but try anything and I will have to kill you" He replied moving to untie me, the relief washed over my body of not being restricted.
"I won't, Kay already told me, you never miss" I chimed, Zayn sniggered.
My wrists and ankles were increasingly sore, but it felt incredibly to be freed from my binds. I stood up, my legs feeling stiff and taking my first step in days I stumbled across the room, clinging onto the bannister of the stairs. Zayn chuckled at my attempts to walk before helping me up the stairs and giving my legs time to adjust to moving again.
We had been playing fifa for a while, like two normal teenage boys should, Zayn wasn't as good as I was but he won a few times and we both celebrated our victories in loud obnoxious fashions. After a few more games he put his controller down and sighed, "you are alright in my book, Harold" he said in a posh voice, mocking my accent.
"Not so bad yourself" I chuckled, leaning back and relaxing. I was glad that I has Zayn, he was the only one helping this hostage situation feel a bit normal for me.
"So...wanna get wrecked?" Zayn questioned, I gave him a confused look, I had no idea what 'wrecked' meant or if I wanted to get it. "Do you wish to get stoned Harold?"
I sat thinking about his question, did I want to try marijuana? Then I realised that I should try it for two reasons, one is that I have nothing better to do and drugs my make this experience more bearable, and two, I may be dead pretty soon which means I should have as many new experiences as possible before my inevitable death. I gave Zayn a hesitant nod, slightly nervous. He stood up and directed me towards the back patio, we sat at a table on the decking.
"I prefer smoking it outside, I appreciate the world more" Zayn explained, sparking the...joint? Yeh lets call it that. He took long drags, I watched fascinated as he inhaled the smoke, allowing it to enter his lungs and then he passed it to me.
I pinched it between two fingers and carefully placed it to my lips, hesitantly inhaling. I stopped when my lungs began to burn, forcing me into a wild coughing fit and Zayn laughed at my inexperience. "Don't worry about it mate, it happens to everyone, try again" he encouraged me reassuringly. I placed it to my lips again and took a deep drag, feeling the warm smoke hit the back of my throat, it felt soothing...natural.
Notes
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