Paper Plane

I can't remember much, it was all just a blur.

The last thing I remember was sitting in the principals office at school in front of Harry Styles who I have recently learned to hate.

And now,I am sitting in a black van, still in handcuffs and squished in between Liam and Harry.
I didn't think it was possible for me to change how I see people in such a short time. Sure, I wasn't really a big fan of One Direction to start with, but as soon as I saw that they were part of this school attack, I absolutely loath them. They disgust me.

What have I done? What have I gotten myself into? Why?

Questions ran through my mind quickly as I stared at my lap, not wanting to look anywhere else.

I was sitting at the back of the van and everyone sat in seats in front of us.

Harry had his hand on my thigh, trying to...caress it or something? But frankly, it was freaking me out.
Liam was constantly tapping away on his phone, not saying a word but I could see the smile on his face from the corner of my eye.

We drove for what seemed like hours, but it could have been my imagination. They say, time flies when you're having fun. I wasn't having fun, that's why it was going dreadfully slow.

We pulled up out the front of my apartment building and I saw a man standing at the doorway, looking suspicious. I was forced out of the car by harry and dragged along. The others stayed in the car . I soon figured out that the man at the door, was one of Harry's friends. He guided us to my aunt and uncle's apartment upstairs on the second floor. My door was thrown open and I was forced inside, "Get your shit", he said.
I walked to my bedroom, scared out of my mind. Harry followed me as I opened the door to my bedroom.
He looked around as I tried to open my closet, "Uhh", I say quietly.
He stared at me and I lifted my bound hands. He sighed, pulling a key from his pocket and taking the cuffs off my wrists. "Hurry up"
"Don't pack clothes, we don't want you to be identified", the man at the front door shouted.
I began packing everything like bras, underwear, and important things.
Harry was looking at the photos on my wall. He began taking them off and then shoved them in my bag.
I grabbed a few other things I needed like toiletries and other things. I was about to walk out before realizing that I needed to grab the most important things to me. I turned around grabbing the photo from on my bedside table. Me and my parents.
I don't remember when the photo was taken. I mean, I was two years old. But it's the only reminder I have left of them. I grabbed the little picture that was leaning against the frame too. It was a picture of me and my aunt and uncle, this picture was taken on my previous birthday. That, I remember.

We were on the freeway. And before you know it, we were at some sort of arena. I didn't bother looking up until everyone started to climb out, "Hurry up", Harry said forcefully.
Liam knocked his knee with mine and I looked up at him to see a sympathetic look on his face.
I looked back down at my lap before shuffling off my seat. I tried climbing out the car but the use of my hands was compulsory, and I couldn't use them so I was pulled out instead.
"Don't make yourself look stupid", Harry said quietly, taking off my handcuffs.
I was shaking from the cold. "M-my coat", I stutter. He didn't reply, only throw my hood over my head and pull me along. He was trying to hide my face. From paparazzi maybe. If they found my identity, those boys and everyone who was at the school in those masks could be sent to jail. And I would be free.

Once inside, turned my head to look behind me.
Big security guards were blocking my view, walking right behind us. "Don't even think about it", Harry said to me as we followed everyone.

All of the sudden, we stopped.
"Right! Liam, you're dressing room is number six", a man said. "Louis, yours is five. Zayn four. Niall three and Harry 2. The share one is number one. Go in there for hair, makeup and clothes"
With that, everyone started to walk away.
Harry dragged me into a room and closed the door behind me. He pointed to one of the lounges, signaling for me to sit.
I did as I was told and gently sat down on the black leather lounge.
It was silent for a moment as Harry took off his coat and threw it onto a little chair where his duffel bag was.

Then, he sat down on the black couch opposite me. He leaned forward his hand arms resting on his knees and legs out wide. "Aurora Belle McKina", he said slowly, humor danced in his eyes. He was playing games. Games I didn't like.
I looked up at him, not saying a word as he studied my face.
"You have beautiful eyes", he spoke. Umm...okay? He then stood up, walking towards me and grabbing my hands, easing me to a stand.
Our lack of distance frightened me.

He brushed a few strands of hair from in front of my face as his other hand held my waist. He stared into my eyes carefully. "There different colours"
It's true, I do have different colored eyes. They were an unusual colour too.
"I've heard that people rarely have purple eyes, but this is the first time I have seen it. The other one is just a beautiful blue. How is that?", he asked.
"Uh. I- I have a generic mutation, that's why one of them is purple. Both of them should be purple and they used to be, until the 7th grade", I say quietly. His thumb runs over my cheek as he stared into my eyes.
"They're enchanting", he whispered more to himself than to me, but I still heard.



He takes a step away from me before coughing awkwardly and pushing me back to sit down. I gasp at the sudden impact and readjust myself, watching as he sighed and sat back in his seat.

I frowned as he looked around the room before slipping out his phone and typing away. Okay? So he kidnaps me and then goes on his phone?
"Why am I here if all you're doing is fiddling on your phone?! I actually had a life before you kidnapped me!", I snapped. I mentally slapped myself. I know how dangerous he is.
He looks up at me from his phone with an angry look on his face, "You know what bitch? I let you off with a warning this morning about your bad attitude, now you will have to be punished!"
I moved back against the lounge, fearing the worst. He chuckled darkly, "And I didn't force you! You agreed? Remember?"
I nodded, scared that if I did anything wrong he would hurt me.
He stood up and flopped down on my couch right next to me. The next thing I know, I am being yanked on top of his so that my face is inches from his.
Scared out of my mind, my breathing grew quicker.
A small smirk placed itself on Harry's face and his hands found my waist. "I'm going to teach you a lesson", he smirked.
I was about ready to break down right there and then. But before I could, there was a knock on the door. "Harry, it's your turn"
Harry sighed, rolling his eyes. He pushed me off him and onto the couch beside him. Huffing, he stood up and stomped to the door, "Stay here"

He should know that I'm not just going to 'Stay here'. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly, peering around to see Harry leaning against the wall smirking at me. "Trying to run?", he asked.
Instead of answering, I was pulled along by him into a different room. The door said '1'.
All the chatter that went on inside stopped once they saw me walk through the door with Harry.
Everyone staring at me, Harry closed the door behind me and forced me to sit on the lounge that a girl with blonde hair was already sitting on.
I looked into my lap, scared and frightened. Harry walked over across the room and sat in a chair. I couldn't see what he was doing because the people around him.
"Hi! I'm Perrie", the girl next to me said. I recognized her from somewhere.
She was part of that girl band? I think?
"Um hello", I said as she shook my hand.
"Don't be scared. Honestly, we are all just normal people. Harry can be a bit cranky sometimes but once you get to know him, he is great", she smiled. "Zayn told me as soon as he found out that Harry found a girl! He was so excited for everyone to meet you"
"What do you mean, found a girl?", I asked, frowning slightly in confusion.
"I think it's best if Harry told you that. Don't ask him though, only time will tell when you are ready to know. But I'm Zayn's girl. If that makes it a little clearer"
"You got kidnapped too?", I asked. She chuckled, shaking her head.
"No, I met Zayn through X-Factor and we started dating. harry just has a specific way of doing things. And that just happened to be it"
"So you mean to say that you are with Zayn voluntarily? ", I asked. She nodded. "I almost got shot because of what harry caused!"
"Keep your voice down. You don't want to make him angry", she warned, quieting me.
Sighing, I leaned back on the couch before groaning, "What about the other boys. Do they have girls too?"
"Yes! Everyone except Niall. He wants to focus on his career for a while", Perrie smiled.
I nodded.
I just down know why Harry would KIDNAP someone just to get a girl. Seriously, he has plenty of them throwing themselves at him everyday.
Why couldn't he choose one of them?

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