Kidnapped by One Direction

He has an iron grip on my hand, and it only becomes tighter when I try to struggle.
“Leave me alone, Harry!” I squeal. Where’s Niall when you need him? He takes me into a room that I’ve never seen before. The walls are painted a dark purple color and the floor is hard concrete. In the corner is a metal cabinet with a lock on it.
Harry pulls out a key and unlocks it, taking out zip ties, rope, and duct tape. He begins by pinning me so my face is pushed against the floor. Then, he uncoils the rough rope and wraps it around my ankles, careful to pull it tightly. The duct tape ends up on my mouth. Immediately, I start licking the duct tape to make it come off. Luckily, he doesn’t notice. He tosses me onto the floor, and I land hard on my wrist. I feel it crack, and I shriek in pain.
“Shut up, you cunt!” he spits at me. I shriek again, unable to help myself. I’m pretty sure I broke my pinky.
He comes over to me. “You like to test people, huh?”
He pulls his fist back and punches me hard in the stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of me.
Then he turns on his heel and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.
I set to work again, licking the duct tape and ignoring the throbbing in my wrist. I know the important thing is getting out of here.
When the duct tape finally comes off, I don’t know what to do. There’s no way I can break the rope or the zip ties.
“Where is she, mate?” I hear Niall ask downstairs.
“Up in her room.” Harry lies. My mouth drops open. He’s planning to keep me in here!
“HELP!” I scream. How ironic. I’m begging my kidnappers for help. But I know eventually Harry will do something to hurt me.
“Why is she screaming for help?” Niall asks. Harry doesn’t answer.
I hear running on the stairs.
“Help me, Niall!” I scream again.
“Where are you?!” he yells.
“I don’t know!” I yell back.
Eventually, he tries to open my door.
“Amber?!”
“I’m in here!” I reply. There’s a lock on the door, and I know Niall won’t be able to open it.
“Am, there’s a lock!” he says. “Are you near the door? Move away from it. I’m going to break it.”
I’m in the corner, actually, a long way from the door. “I’m good! Break it!”
I hear him launching his body against the door.
“Maybe you don’t want to do that.” I hear Harry say.
“Fuck off Harry, you sick bastard!” I hear a crack and a large thump on the ground, and Harry doesn’t speak again.
He throws himself against it again and again, not stopping until the wooden door is in splinters. He runs in and grabs hold of me.
“Amber! Are you okay?” he asks, grabbing my wrist. I let out a loud sob.
“What’s wrong?”
“He..Harry broke my wrist, I think.” I say, hissing as he touches it gently. He picks me up, careful of my wrist, and cuts the zipties with scissors he found in the cabinet. Then, he gently unties the rope around my ankles.
“Amber, this is going to hurt.” He warns, gingerly taking my wrist In his hand.
“One…two…three!” he says, pulling my wrist into a normal position. I literally scream in pain, scrambling out of his arms and onto the floor. I grab my wrist and sob, tears streaming down my face. My wrist feels as if someone had burned it and then slashed at it with a knife.
“I’m…sorry.” He says, his eyes glossy. He picks me up again and this time I let him, carrying me out of that awful room, past Harry’s unconscious body, and down the hall to the bathroom. There, he wraps my wrist tightly in an ace bandage. I try not to cry when he does that, but a few tears slip out.
After that’s done, we lie on the couch together, entwined, as he strokes my hair and rubs my back in gentle circles.
Everything’s close to perfect.
For a few minutes, anyways.

Notes

I know, before anyone says it, this chapter was bad.
Sorry.
But make sure to comment if you liked it! And rates are always appreciated.xx
-brit