Kidnapped by One Direction

I wake up to a cold, rainy day. It’s not really raining though. More like pouring. I’m completely drenched.
I don’t really know where to go. I mean, where am I? In an alley somewhere. But where? Maybe I was still in the uk.
I get up, not knowing what to do. I have nowhere to go, so I just go out onto the street and walk. My footsteps echo against the walls of the narrow alleyway, and It makes me feel even more nervous and lonely than I was previously. There’s still nobody on the street, save a few cars rushing past.
I don’t pay much attention to anything around me, too wrapped up in my thoughts. That is, until I notice a familiar blonde quiff running towards me.
Shit.
Before I can do anything, he grabs me, picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, which makes it more frightening. He just walks down the block until we come to his car.
Opening the two back doors, he clicks the child safety lock button and locks all of the doors.
“Niall?” I say, after a few minutes of silence.
“Don’t fucking talk to me, Amber.” He says, speeding away from the curb he was parked on.
“Niall, I-“ I begin. He slams on the breaks and turns around to face me.
“What part OF DON’T FUCKING SPEAK TO ME do you NOT UNDERSTAND?!” He asks.
“I’m sorry, Ni-“ I try to apologise, but he whirls around and smacks me, hard, on the cheek.
“Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve put me through?” he asks, steaming. “All I heard was how much of an arsehole I was for actually trusting you! And now the boys don’t trust me! You know, Harry was right. You’re just a worthless whore.”
By the time he finishes his speech, I’m in tears. He sees them, but does nothing, continuing home. I’m flat out sobbing by the time we get back.
“Shut up.” He says roughly before grabbing me out of the back seat and dragging me into the house, which only makes me cry harder. He slaps me again, making me whimper.
The boys are all watching me with shocked expressions on their faces. I can feel my cheeks turning red.
“Mate, that’s probably enough.” Liam warns. “The paparazzi are going to wonder why she has marks all over her face.”
“I don’t care!” Niall yells. “Fucking bitch.”
I take this moment to escape from his grasp, running over to Liam. I hope he’ll protect me.
I hide behind him, clutching his shirt. He pulls me in front of him, stroking my hair.
Niall starts to come over, but is stopped by Liam’s heated glare. Why is he protecting me?
“Whatever. Do whatever you want with that slut.” He spits, grabbing his keys and leaving, slamming the door behind him.
“Love, you’ve got to stop running away like that.” Louis sighs. He comes over to me and I flinch, expecting him to hit me. Instead, he strokes my cheek, wiping the tears away.
He takes me from Liam and holds me, rubbing my back.
“You should get changed out of these wet clothes.” He says, smiling slightly. I nod and move to get up, but he stops me.
“I’ll carry you.” He tells me. I open my mouth to argue, but he stops me.
“No protesting. That’s Jimmy’s job.” He laughs. I roll my eyes, but allow him to carry me to my room.
He puts me down on my bed. “When you’re done, I want you to take a nap.” He says, reminding me of my older brother. It’s nice that he cares, though.
“Okay.” I reply. He smiles at me and leaves the room, closing the door softly.
I get changed into my pajamas and brush my teeth. My hair is a mess, but I’ll worry about that later.
I climb into bed, warm and comfortable. There’s no denying that this is better than sleeping in a random alley.
With that last thought, I fall into a deep, dream-filled sleep.

Notes

What do you think about namber's little break-up?