Kidnapped by One Direction

I hear Niall walking down the hallway, his footsteps coming closer and closer to my room. Finally, he opens the door.
I’m sitting on the bed, picking loose threads out of my comforter.
“Hey Amber.” He says, offering me a small smile.
I smile back. “Hey. What did the guys want?”
“Oh, Harry was being a proper dick as usual. And the rest of them wanted to talk about me and you.”
“What did they say?”
“Nothing really important.” He lies. “Hey, do you wanna go meet my friend Lou?”
“Who’s that?” I ask, confused.
“She’s our stylist. You may have heard of her. Lou Teasdale.” He explains. That name does seem kind of familiar.
“Sure, let’s go!” I say, eager to get out of the house. He waits for me to put my shoes on, and then takes my hand and pulls me downstairs. The boys are watching tv and eating noodles.
“Hey!” Niall whines. “You didn’t tell me you had food!”
“Too late, all gone!” Zayn smacks his lips, teasing Niall.
“Whatever. I’m taking Amber to see Lou.”
Louis jumps out of his seat.
“No!” he shouts.
“Yes we are, Louis. See you guys later.”
He pulls me out of the house and into the car quicker than Louis can grab me, and we drive off, to the dismay of Louis. He blows up Ni’s phone until he finally shuts it off.
The ride there is quiet, but not awkward. Niall doesn’t make a move to turn the radio on, and I don’t ask.
Soon we’re pulling up to a beautiful white house. It has a large garden filled with a rainbow of colors, ranging from bright red to deep purple. It’s really beautiful. I wish that I had a garden like that. I would probably spend all of my time in it, watering and pruning and admiring.
Niall walks up and knocks on the door, patiently waiting. After a few minutes, the woman that I presume to be Lou comes to the door.
“Hey, Nialler!” she grins, wrapping him in a tight hug. “Is this the girl you wanted me to help you with?”
“Yeah. Dye and contacts, if you can?” he asks politely.
“What?!” I ask, confused.
“You know that you can’t go out with us with people looking for you. So what color do you want the contacts?” he tells me.
I shake my head. I can’t believe it. Any chance of me getting found and going back home is ruined. Nobody will recognise me.
“What color?” he repeats, avoiding my gaze. I know he’s going to make me, so I decide that I might as well pick a color that I like.
“Green.” I answer, trying not to cry.
“Okay.” He says, still not looking at me. “What about hair?”
I think for a moment. I’ve always wanted blonde hair, so I decide that that’s what I’ll do. I tell him this, and Lou gets straight to work, coloring and fixing and cutting. After that’s done, she tells me how to take care of my contacts. At first, they’re hard to put in, but I soon get the hang of it. (A/n- I have contacts in real life haha.) I turn and look in the mirror, and what I see shocks me.

Notes

i know very short sorry!