Stockholm Syndrome
I paced the floor, twirling my long, brown hair between my fingers as I waited for my flatmate, Rosalie, to get home. She was going to kill me! I looked over at the two boys sitting in my living room, well, more like tied down in my living room. Oh god. Why did I do this?! God dammit. I was going to jail. I was going to jail for the rest of my life. I'd never see my mum or dad again. And Loki (the dog Rosalie and I owned)! I'd never see Loki again!
“Aria! I'm home!” I heard Rosalie call from the front door.
“Okay, before you murder me,” I ran up to my best friend and smile. “Please know that I love you and would do anything for you, even bail you out of jail if necessary.”
“What did you steal?” Rose laughed and walked into the living room of the apartment. “Holy shit! Ari! What the hell did you do!?”
“I kinda kidnapped two-fifths of One Direction.”
“Aria! I'm home!” I heard Rosalie call from the front door.
“Okay, before you murder me,” I ran up to my best friend and smile. “Please know that I love you and would do anything for you, even bail you out of jail if necessary.”
“What did you steal?” Rose laughed and walked into the living room of the apartment. “Holy shit! Ari! What the hell did you do!?”
“I kinda kidnapped two-fifths of One Direction.”