Kidnapped by Superstars

(Rebel's POV)

Louis dragged me (LITERALLY. He actually, physically pulled me by my arm.) through the parking lot as the other boys followed him along, looks of both anger and worry on their faces. I mostly focused on Niall's face. I guess I had never really noticed how his Sky-Blue eyes blended in with his vanilla-like Blonde locks, swooping slightly to the right with wisps hanging downwards in some places to frame his oval-shaped face. His face, oh, where do I begin? His cheeks were a lightly faded rose color, a few freckles here and there scattered over them. He had a detailed jaw, but not quite square, more rounded at the edges. His chin was defined, but not outward. And those lips? Don't even get me started, I'll faint! They were soft, and plump, yet still not too large, and they produced a sweet, pink color.

Before I passed out from - What do you guys call it again? Feels? Yeah, I think so. - feels, I heard someone drop something, and then, Harry mumbling, "shit" under his breath. After we all, I'm sure, heard the faint sound of young girls screaming and heavy footsteps, Louis immediately dragged us back to the car, roughly and literally shoving me into it as he and the others climbed in. I wanted to ask what was going, but then it hit me.

Fans.

A giant mob of fans.

I let the phrase slip out of my mouth without any thought to the matter of it.

"We are so fucked." When the words came out of my mouth, I swear, you could almost visibly see the tension in the air of the small, closed-in space of the car. I thought Louis was driving.

Apparently, I was wrong.

He was sitting in the set of leather seats right behind me.

And that moment, when I finally realised it, is when I felt my hair being harshly tugged on from behind me. Of course I was surpised at first, who wouldn't be? But now that this happens pretty much every single day of my shitty life, yeah, you get used to it. I let out a little, itty bitty squeal, to which he only responded to with a mean laugh, and pulled harder.

"Louis, stop, please, I'm really not in the mood right now so if you could just find some other slut to do your bidding, yeah, that would be awesome, thanks." Huh. Didn't know I had that in me.

The area went completely silent. It seemed like at least 30 seconds before Niall cleared his throat, raised his hand towards me, and gave me a praising look.

I high fived him.

And then, we burst into a fit of giggles, him slapping his knee every now and then, me, stopping for breath, and then immediately going back to the laughter.

I felt this feeling.

Happiness.

Was it?

Notes

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

xx

~Annalisa