Kidnapped by One Direction

I walk down my road. It’s dark and cold. I wish I was home, under my covers.
I kick along a pebble, watching as it disappears into the storm gutter. As I turn into my driveway, someone grabs me from behind. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. I’m paralyzed with fear.
I struggle, but he is much stronger than me. I can feel him squeezing the air out of my lungs until I can’t breathe any more. A dirty white van rounds the corner, its tires squealing. The man runs over to it with me in his arms. He opens the door and throws me into the back, and I hit my head on something. Everything starts to go blurry around the edges, and darkness takes over.
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When I wake up, I feel something on my skin, around my wrists and ankles. As soon as my vision becomes clear enough, it becomes apparent that there’s duct tape around them. I’m also wearing different clothes than I was. I look around the cold, empty room. It looks as if it’s a basement of some sort. The walls and floors are made of flat, gray concrete. I’m lying on the only piece of furniture I the room, an old cot.
“Help!” I try screaming to get someone’s attention. Nothing happens.
“Please!” I try again.
The door opens and a boy, who looks to be around 21 or so, looks at me.
“Be quiet, will you? You’re going to get in trouble.”
“Please let me go!” I beg, struggling against my restraints.
He sighs and crosses the room. Taking a switchblade out, he cuts off the duct tape. The first thing I do is jump up and kick him where it hurts. Then, I run out of the basement and up a flight of stairs. I open the door at the top of the stairs to find myself in a living room. But I’m not alone. Four sets of eyes look towards me.
“How did you get out?” asks a blonde boy with an Irish accent. I don’t know what to say. The boys are all good looking, I notice. Why would they kidnap me?
There’s a boy with brown hair and brown eyes who has done nothing but stare at me the entire time. There are two others, one with a fringe and blue eyes, and another with tan skin, brown eyes, and black hair.
“Well?” He asks, referring to the question I was asked earlier.
“I…he came down…and I got out…” I stutter. “Don’t hurt me. Please.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, babe. But there are some rules you have to follow.” The one with the fringe says. “I’m Louis, by the way.”
The boys start introducing themselves one by one to me. I listen and try to memorize them.
“I’m Liam.” Says the one who stared at me. “Nice to meet you.”
“Zayn.” The one with black hair mutters
“And I’m Niall!” the blonde one exclaims.
“I’m Amber…who was the curly-haired one?” I start to ask. But the door flies open and he comes out.
“If you EVER do anything like that again,” He says. “You’ll regret it.” It looks as if under the calm demeanor there is rage, bubbling and spitting.
“I’m sorry.” I squeak out. “’s alright, love. I’m Harry.” He sticks out his hand, and I reach forwards tentatively and shake it.
“Are you hungry?” Niall asks. “Because I am.” I nod.
“Of course you’re hungry, Niall. You’re always hungry.” Zayn growls.
“Don’t mind him. He’s in a bad mood today.” Louis says cheerfully. He takes my hand and guides me up a set of stairs and through a door. We take a right turn, and then a left.
Finally, we arrive in the kitchen. It’s nicer than I expected it to be. I didn’t think that a house full of boys would keep everything so neat.
“Sandwich okay?” he asks me.
“Yeah, that’d be great.” I answer with a small smile. He begins to make the sandwich and I decide to look around the huge room.
There’s an entertainment room right off of the kitchen. My eyes widen as I step inside. “Wow…” I breathe.
Along with the giant tv, there’s a pool table, ping pong, pinball, and a coke machine. I can’t believe anyone would have this in their house!
“Amber!” Louis calls. I step out of the entertainment room and go back into the kitchen. He’s visibly relieved that I hadn’t run off somewhere. He has a tray of sandwiches balanced on his hip. “Made some for the boys” He explains. I nod, and he leads the way back to the living room, where the boys are chatting quietly. I hear my name a few times before they notice we’re right there, and stop talking.
“Thanks, Louis!” Exclaims Niall. He’s so cute. He reminds me of a little leprechaun.
Everyone takes a seat on the large couch and begins to eat, except Zayn.
“Zayn?” Louis questions. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“No.” He avoids making eye contact with anybody.
“More for me!” Shouts Niall. We eat quietly, but I get the feeling that something’s off within their group.
“I...” I begin, but don’t finish.
“What is it, love?” Asks Liam.
“It’s just…why am I here?”
Everyone, not including Zayn, exchange guilty looks all around the circle.
After a few seconds, Harry tries to explain.
“We…well; we needed a girl around to help us. With cleaning, and cooking and stuff I mean. It’s hard for five twenty year old lads to keep things neat, y’know?”
My eyes bulge out. I can’t believe that they just kidnapped me so I could do their housekeeping.
I stand up so suddenly that everyone jumps back, as if they expected me to blow up. Which is exactly what I do next.
“WHO do you think you are?!” I begin. “You don’t just go around KIDNAPPING people just so they can do housework! I can’t believe this! I have a life! Family! Friends! People who will miss me! And YOU decide that you’ll pluck me out of that to be your slave?! WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST HIRE A HOUSEKEEPER?”
They all look at me, shocked. Liam begins to talk.
“I guess…we hadn’t thought about that…but we missed having a girl around…not just for cleaning, but other purposes, too.”
My eyes widen. “Other purposes?” I don’t think I want to know what they mean. I’m only 17. I’m not ready to have sex with a bunch of guys who I barely know.
I can’t help it. I break down and begin to cry. I collapse, and all of it hits me at once. I won’t see my family ever again. My best friend, Olivia, Won’t know what happened. They’ll think I’ve died. Everyone will cry for me, while I’ll be hidden inside a house in god-knows-where. We could be in New Zealand, for all I knew.
When this all hit me, I went into shock. My vision goes darker until it’s completely black, and I can’t stop sobbing. After a few minutes of the guys trying to get me to respond, I pass out.

Notes

Hey guys. I know this chapter is short, but they'll be longer in later chapters, promise!