Kidnapped by One Direction

I’m gorgeous. Stunningly, jaw dropping gorgeous. The blonde hair frames my face even better than my boring brown did, and my eyes look better in green.
I turn to Lou and Niall.
“Thanks, you guys! It looks amazing, really!” I gush.
“Not a problem, love. Come back whenever the roots need touching up.” Lou smiles.
Niall just nods and smiles at me.
“I really love it but…Ni, why did I have to do this?” I ask.
“Well...we have to go on tour soon, and you’re going to come with us, of course. There’s going to be tons of cameras and people all around, so if anyone noticed that it was you, the missing girl, that would be disastrous.” He explains. (A/n sorry I know these are really annoying, but Niall didn’t just make Amber change because he wanted her to, thought I should clarify :) xx)
I understand now. At least I don’t have to hide from the paparazzi now, it doesn’t matter if they get pictures of me or not. I thank Lou one more time and then Niall and I leave, driving back to the house. The whole ride there, i’m examining my new hair and eyes. I didn’t know that I would look so different!
When we finally get back, it’s five pm and starting to get dark. When we go into the house, I hear voices in the kitchen, so we follow the sound.
Liam sees us first, and his forehead crinkles in anger.
“Niall! Amber!” he yells, standing up suddenly. I hide behind Niall.
“Stop it, Li! You’re scaring her!” he yells back. It’s true. Liam is usually the calm one, but when he gets out of hand, it’s really scary.
Everyone’s looking at us now, and Louis looks like he wants to punch Niall in the face. I know what to do.
I walk in front of Niall, protecting him.
“Guys, stop yelling at him!” I say loudly.
“Shut up, Amber!” Screams Harry. “It’s none of your fucking business!”
He walks over to me, effectively scaring me to death. I move behind Niall, but this time I keep going, down the stairs and out the door. This time, I know which way to go.
I go the opposite way than I did last time. I think the way I went last time was a dead end, actually.
The other times, it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. But this time, I’m fuelled by pure adrenaline and nerves. I hear Harry screaming my name, but ignore him, just running faster. I keep going for blocks and blocks, and I don’t hear anyone following me.
I stop and look around. I’m on a quiet street, and there’s nobody around. I want to go home, but it’s getting dark. I need a place to sleep for the night.
I walk for about a mile, only stopping to hide when I hear cars approaching. I finally find an alley between apartment buildings, with nobody in it. Perfect. I know that I shouldn’t be going near any dark alleyways, but like they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.
The walls of the two buildings that make up the alley are painted a cheerful yellow, and it’s reasonably clean. I’d never really gone into an alley before, and growing up in the country there really weren’t any.
I sigh and sit on the ground, shivering and wishing that I had thought to grab a jacket. I don’t know where I am, but I don’t think I’ve ever been around here before.
That’s how I fall asleep, alone, cold, and sitting on the damp ground.

Notes

rushed and shitty I really have no excuse