Payton's POV
"After you get this lovely lady settled in, how about we celebrate." Horan said, a childish grin plainly seen on his lips. "Celebrate what?" Styles' face looked clueless, yet a happy smile was on his face. At least he was happy with his friends. As for me, I was suffering in my own skin.
"A welcome home celebration you idiot!" Tommo laughed as he leaned in. We were all leaning against this round looking marbled counter for some weird reason. I guess they do this often? "Oh we don't need to celebrate on that lads." Styles grinned as he waved his hand and rolled his eyes playfully.
"Of course we do! It's huge! We've missed ya mate!" Malik said as he patted him hard on the back. "And we'll add in extra drinks for you bringing home such a cutie." Payne winked as he looked over at me, making me gulp. "She's not much of a talkative one is she lad?" Tommo asked, eyeing me before looking at his green eyed friend. "I guess not around you folks." Styles grinned, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist. I didn't even realize he stopped holding me till now.
"She sure likes to talk around me." He chuckled, staring down at me deeply. I felt uncomfortable as now all eyes were glued to me. "How old are you sweet cheeks? Can you drink?" Horan asked. His eyes shined with happiness. "2-20." I spoke quietly. "Oh speak up Hun, the boys can't hear ya." Styles urged, wiggling me around a bit. He kept hitting my lower back with his arm that was wrapped awfully tight around me.
"20." I repeated myself louder.
"Ah, just one more year and you could've been drunk with us! But who says you can't now? No one will judge ya." Horan chuckled as the boys joined in. "N-no thanks, I don't drink." I said, feeling awkward.
"Wouldn't want her to anyways. She doesn't need to get drunk." Styles said before he leaned off the counter. "We can celebrate but we can't all be drunk. Someone's gotta keep an eye out for little miss 'want to run away' here." He said, smiling down at me as I frowned.
"But I want to get drunk." Horan frowned. "Same here." Everyone else chorused. Styles rolled his eyes before mumbling. "Fine, but if I feel a little tipsy, I'm gonna have to chain you somewhere and don't think I won't." He said to me as I gulped. Great, first day at the house and they're all planning on getting drunk and chaining me up. How nice.
"Lads, get all the drinks ready. I'm gonna show this one to my room." Styles said as he pulled me away from the counter. "Alright, don't spend too much time up there." Tommo winked as Styles chuckled amusingly. I wanted to comment on that but I decided against it. I'd rather not get yelled at thank you.
"Come on Payton." He urged as he squeeze me a bit before dragging me down the hall with my stuff clenched in his other hand. "Why are you showing me your room? Don't I get my own room too?" I asked innocently. He then busted up laughing as he continued to pull me. "Sweetheart, what makes you so special? You really think there's enough room here for another person? Plus, I don't trust you, you'd run away. You're staying with me." He said as my eyes widen.
"I'm what? No way. I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you." I said as I watched him open a door. "Oh yes you are." He grinned before dragging me inside. "No! There's no possible way." I said strongly, trying to pull myself back but that failed. He ended up pulling me closer to him which made me frown deeply. "You're sleeping in the same bed as me Payton." He stated clearly as he turned me around to look at him.
"No, I won't allow it. Your filthy body can lie on the floor." I said as I pointed at the ground. "Oh so I'm dirty now?" He grinned, obviously amused by our conversation while I was trying to get out of it. "Pretty much. I'm not letting you lie down with me. Who knows what you'd do." I said sternly. "Watch me." He grinned, leaning his face closer to mine.
I wanted to slap that grin off his stupid face, but I kept my clenched hands by my side. "Now unpack your bags darlin, you're living here now." He said as he stepped away from me and walked towards his night stand. "No." I said bluntly as he froze. "What was that?" His head cocked to the side. "I said no." I crossed my arms, staring at him intensely.
He then turned around, obviously not liking my attitude. "You really want to say no to me Payton?" His voice was threatening and daring. I admit it scared me. But I needed to stand my ground. I'm not weak like he thinks I am.
"Yeah, I do." I said, keeping a straight face on. He then clenched his jaw before he took long strides towards me, making me shrink under my own skin. Oh no what have I done. I then yelped in fear as he grabbed my shoulders tightly and he pushed me down on the bed, taking my breath away.
I felt nerves kick in my stomach as he leaned on the bed, his knuckles placed on either side of my face. A small whimper left my lips as his face only hovered inches from mine. "Say it again Payton." His breath tickled my face as I gulped hard.
His voice was low and intimidating. I watched as he slowly reached in his pocket and my eyes widen in pure fear once a gun was secured in his fingers. "Go on, say it." He taunted, running the cold deadly object across my cheek. I closed my eyes and pressed my trembling lips to a thin line as I turned my head away.
"I'll pull the trigger if you do." He threatened softly as his body pressed deeper into mine. "I won't I'm sorry."I whispered in a scared tone before I opened my eyes to look up at him. "Hmm, that'a girl." He hummed before he leaned off me and put his gun away. I then let out the air I didn't know I was trapping before I felt him grab my arm and lift me up.
"Now do as I say, and put your sh*t away." He growled before I saw him put a few things in his drawer. I quickly did as told, unzipping my bags and taking my clothes out. "Where do you want me to put them?" I asked, turning around to look at him. My eyes widen a bit, seeing him in a muscle shirt instead of the black hoodie he wore. I could see his strong muscles right through the maroon top, making my eyes quickly shift down. Why does he have to be so attractive.
I could sense a smirk on his lips when he spoke back. "In my closet." I then quickly put my stuff in his closet before my whole bag was empty. "I'm all done." I whispered, feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze. "Good, let's head out then." He said, walking up to me. "Do I really have to sleep here with you?" I asked, my tone sounded desperate and whiny.
He gave me a stern look before his hand wrapped tightly around my elbow. "Drop it Myers." He spoke lowly, making me gulp. "You're sleeping in here with me whether you enjoy it or not." He said carelessly before dragging me. "Myers?" I whispered under my breath before it clicked. "Did you just call me by my last name?" I halted, causing Styles to roll his eyes when he got tugged back.
"Yes I did and why do you care?" His tone grew bored as he dragged me again towards the door. "That's why you guys have funny names, cuz they're last names, aren't they." I said, making him stop. "Is it what you guys say normally? Just last names?" I questioned.
"You know you ask too many questions Payton." Styles said before tugging me again. "Would it hurt to at least know why?" I asked, standing my ground again. He paused, sighing loudly. "Yes they are last names if you must know." He said in a sassy tone. "Why don't you use your real names? Are they that bad?" I asked.
"It's for safety reasons. We don't let just anybody use our real names. It gives too much information. And no I won't tell you our names. Either you earn it or you have to figure that out on your own." He said before he tugged me forward and walked me out the door.
I didn't feel comfortable about sleeping in that small room with him. The bed was large enough for two but it was also small enough to look like someone could fall off it if they didn't lay close enough. I didn't like the image of us cuddling in my head. Not one bit. What made me feel sort of comfortable though was the fact that the color of the room was actually a very faded soft pink.
It looked worn out, almost to the point where it looked white, but you could tell it was once a blush pink color. So it didn't look too intimidating or boyish. It was just right for me.
"Alright let's party! I'm gonna need a few drinks now that I got this one hanging over my shoulders." Styles commented as he walked over towards his buddies. That was rude. "I am right here you know." I said, taking offense.
"Thanks for stating the obvious love, tell me more things I'm interested in." He said sarcastically as he looked down at me. He's such an ass. I narrowed my eyebrows and frowned deeply while I death stared him. If only I could just stab him with a knife I'd be happy.
"WOOO! Styles in the house! Let's party on!" Malik shouted before he took a shot. Great.
Music suddenly blasted loudly, causing my eyes to widen from the burst of sounds. Horrible music filled in my ears as I cringed and looked over at Tommo who was drinking a whole bottle of vodka like there's no tomorrow. Someone please save me. I'm going to soon be in a room full of drunkards. Who knows what my future awaits. All I know is that if any of these nasty men touch me, I will not hesitate on attacking them.
"Do you have to drink?" I whispered to Styles as he stood in front of the counter that was once empty. Now it has bottles of beer and all kinds of alcohol on it. "Of course it's called letting loose. We do this once every week." He smiled as he grabbed a shot glass and poured something that smelt bad into it.
"Please don't drink that." I begged as my hand wrapped around his forearm. He then looked at me with a raised eyebrow before smirking. "Is the poor kidnapped girl scared? Doesn't want her sexy captor to get drunk cuz she's afraid he'll be all lovey dovey and rape her, or go crazy and beat her, am I right?" He grinned as he talked to me.
Tears filled in my eyes as I watched him raise the glass. "I'm drinking this babe, and you can't stop me." He smirked before he took the shot. I then sighed as I took my hand off his arm and let it fall to my side. "Fine, go nuts, but if you touch me I'm kicking your face." I hissed as he chuckled. "Mm, you're a little fiesty one huh? Settle down babe it'll get you hurt." He said before he took another shot.
"I'm running away, have fun getting drunk." I said before I turned around and stormed back to the bedroom. Hopefully that shoots through his mind and makes him stop drinking nasty liquids. I started to smell smoke in the air and that's when I was glad I left when I did. Everyone in that room was either smoking, drinking, or laughing loudly at something stupid.
As soon as I opened up my bag I heard footsteps come towards the door and it soon bursted open. "What the f*** do you think you're doing?" I heard Styles' grumpy voice come from behind. "Leaving." I said as I turned around and opened the closet, not daring to look at him. "You think you can escape me?" He chuckled in a sarcastic way.
"You'll soon be too drunk to notice." I said, looking at him quickly to see his reaction before I gulped and walked back to my bag once I had a handful of clothes. I heard him deeply chuckle before I gasped when he slapped the clothes roughly out of my hand.
He then grabbed my waist harshly while the other hand wrapped tightly around my face. "What makes you think I'll let you go?" He hissed as he pulled me way too close to him. My eyes widen in fear as my stomach bumped into his. "Please let go of me." I whimpered, not liking how close he was to me nor how tight he was holding me.
"Answer my f***ing question." He yelled, making me flinch and spill a few tears. I was down right scared at the moment. "Please release me." I begged as I tried to move away but he only pulled me closer. "You're not going anywhere sweetheart, in fact, you're coming with me right now, come on." He said lowly before he dragged me out of the room.
I stumbled on my feet when his hand clenched my wrist tightly as he pulled me out. I wiped away my tears and whimpered at the pain while I was being dragged back in the living room. I watched with feared eyes as he snatched a big bottle of alcohol and he then walked me over to the couch where Payne and Malik were smoking.
Styles then sat down quickly before I looked at him with feared eyes. "Sit." He hissed. "Where?" I whimpered. There was no where to sit. "Here." He said, patting his lap. My eyes widen before I took a step back, earning a tight squeeze on my wrist. "Standing is fine." I rushed my words as my nerves kicked in. Payne and Malik smirked as they looked up at me.
"Better obey him Payton. It'll save you a couple bruises." Payne smirked before blowing out poison. "I can't handle smoking, please just let me go to the room."I coughed in my free hand as Styles watched me. "Boys, go over there." He nodded his head towards the kitchen. "Fine." Malik rolled his eyes before they both got up and left.
"Sit." He demanded again in that scary tone. "I can sit next to you." I suggested, my voice still shaky. He rolled his eyes before raising his voice. "Sit on my lap now or I'll force you to do it and drink half of this bottle." He threatened as my eyes widen. He won this time. I frowned before I awkwardly got on his lap and sat down, feeling super uncomfortable. "Now there's a good girl." He purred before he wrapped his free arm around my stomach and pulled me closer to him.
I gulped under Tommo's gaze as I caught him smirking at me. The boys began talking in low voices as I watched them. They're so talking about me and I don't like it. I then heard the sounds of liquid swoosh around in a bottle as I smelt alcohol rise in the air. "Gotta love drinks." Styles commented behind me as he let out a satisfied breath.
"You enjoying yourself?" I asked rather rudely. "Very much so, can't complain when you're on top of me." He grinned as I started to squirm around. "Hey hey settle down." He chuckled as he tightened his grip on me. "Please don't let me sit here, I'll be good beside you I promise." I begged. "No, I like you right here." He said before his thumb played with my shirt.
I began to whimper as I looked over at the boys in hopes that they'd somehow come to my rescue. But they were too busy laughing aloud and drinking beers. "Styles come quick! We're going to do a shot race!" Horan yelled as his eyes widen. "Hell I'm in!" Styles said as he quickly got up, holding my arm tightly while doing so.
"Stay here and don't leave. If I see you gone you'll regret it." He hissed as he looked directly into my eyes. "Got it." I nodded my head. "Good girl." He said before he turned around and jogged towards the kitchen. Thank goodness he was out of my site. His breath reeked with alcohol.
"Alright, whoever gets to 30 shots first wins!" Tommo yelled, making my eyes widen. Hell is coming it's way.