you put your brown wavy hair with blonde highlights into a messy bun. you go downstairs to eat for the first time that week. your mom is there, signing papers. you look left and see one direction standing beside her.
"what're you doing?" you ask
"i'm selling you to one direction as a sex slave for money"
this is where your story begins
- hell
- JoinedJune 25, 2016
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