Kidnapped by One Direction

Later that night, we’re on the couch, watching keeping up with the Kardashians and eating popcorn. Niall and Harry aren’t here. I haven’t really seen them all day, actually. They’re probably in their rooms talking shit about me to each other.
I’ll never understand how someone could turn so fast. I mean, I understand why Harry hates me. I tried to run away. But Niall? I had no clue.
“How’s the arm, love?” asks Louis.
“Hurts.” I whisper. My throat is dry. I’ve barely spoken in six hours.
Liam nods understandingly and gets up.
“Maybe you should try to sleep? It helps heal wounds…” he suggests.
Now that he mentions it, I am rather tired.
“Yeah.” I say, allowing him to pick me up and carry me back to my room.
I’m tired. So tired. Of everything.
“Don’t do anything stupid.” He warns. I roll my eyes. I would never try to kill myself. I don’t want to die.
Do I?
He tucks me into bed, pulling the blankets up to my chin and planting a kiss on my forehead. I feel like a little kid again.
He smiles at me and turns the light off, exiting my room and shutting the door lightly.
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(TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE)
Amber’s POV (Dream)
I’m walking quietly around the house, looking for a way to escape. There doesn’t seem to be one.
“What do you think you’re doing, princess?” someone spits. But I know that voice. I know that accent. Most of all, I know the nickname that used to be spoken with so much affection and is now spat out of his mouth like poison.
Niall.
He yanks my shoulder, turning me around. I’m so afraid. What is he going to do to me? I can feel my eyes widen as he presses up against me, something hard poking me in the thigh.
“Let’s have some fun, Am.” He says, again using a nickname that I used to love. Now all it brings back is bad memories.
I shudder, trying to pull away from him. He stops me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, in a mock-concerned voice. “Don’t you want it?”
I shake my head and he smiles. “Good.”
He pins my wrists to the ground, holding me there as I try to wiggle out of his grip. He laughs at my pathetic actions.
“Look, you little whore. You won’t be able to get away. Just give up and I might go easy on you.”
I refuse to let him do this to me. I won’t let him violate me like that.
Somehow, our clothes are already off.
I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing that I can’t stop it. I’ve never felt so powerless in my entire life. I can’t believe that I used to trust Niall!
Before I know it, he’s thrusting into me, moaning. He’s obviously enjoying every second.
“Niall!” I cry. “Stop! It…it hurts!”
He laughs and continues, smiling as I cry. It’s pain that I’ve never felt before. It feels like he’s tearing me in two.
He’s still pinning me as he pounds into me, grabbing my nipple and twisting it roughly.
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I wake up screaming, crying, hoping for someone to reach out to me and tell me that it’s all right. The door bursts open, and the last person I want to see is standing there.
It’s Harry, his hair ruffled, eyes wide and panicked. Right now, he’s the definition of distressed. I almost feel bad for making him feel like that.
He rushes towards me and I flinch, expecting him to hit me. Instead, he pulls me into an embrace.
“Amber, what’s wrong?” he asks. I don’t answer, the dream still running through my head. He grabs my hand and looks down, stroking my thumb.
I wore a short sleeved shirt, allowing my cut to breathe as much as possible. Unfortunately, I had taken to bandage off earlier that day.
“Did I…did I make you do this?” he asks, worry evident in his voice.
“I…you, and…and Niall.” I admit. He looks down.
He does something unexpected.
He bends down and kisses my cut, my arms. And then he looks back up at me.
“Sorry.” He whispers, getting up and leaving the room.
I wonder if he was sorry for making me hurt myself, or sorry for kissing me?
Maybe both.
But I can’t fucking breathe, is the thing.

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