Kidnapped by One Direction

When I come to, I'm in a large bed in what looks to be my own room. I peel back the covers and I get up, putting on slippers that were waiting at the side of the bed. I realize that I’m in pajamas now. I wonder who changed me. I walk over to the door and open it. When I peek out, I see that my room is one of many off of a large hallway. First I have to find the bathroom.
I go to the left and start walking, and open a random door. I see the kitchen, and try to remember how to get to the living room from here. This house is huge! I look around for something to eat, since I’m also hungry, and find an apple in the fridge. I sit down at the table and start munching on it. After a few minutes I hear someone walking up the stairs and tense, not knowing if I’m allowed to even be out of my room. It’s just Niall, though, and I don’t think that he would hurt me.
“Morning, Princess.” He grins. I can’t help but smile back at him. He’s so cute.
“Morning.” I answer. “What time is it?”
“About eleven.” He replies. “Hey, are there any more apples left?” I nod. There was a big bag in the fridge.
He grabs one and sits next to me, biting into the apple.
“Where are the rest of the guys?” I ask.
“Oh, they’re downstairs.” He says, vaguely.
I sigh. That helps.
“How do you get downstairs from here?” I question feeling stupid.
He chuckles at me, making me turn pink. “Follow me.” He commands.
I do, and we go down two flights of stairs and into a room I hadn’t seen before. I’m guessing it’s where they write songs and stuff, since there’s guitars, a piano, microphones, and a large couch resting against the wall. Sitting on the couch are Zayn, Liam, Louis, and Harry. They look up, surprised, when I enter the room.
“Hey, Amber. How’d you sleep?” Liam asks.
“Good, thanks.” I answer truthfully. “How about you?”
“Oh…you know.” He says, not really answering my question. I sit down on the couch with them.
“So what am I supposed to do?” I ask, half afraid of the answer.
“What do you mean?” Zayn asks. His voice is perfect.
“I mean…what am I expected…to do around here?”
“Well…” begins Liam.
Harry starts talking when he realizes Liam isn’t going to explain it properly.
“Basically, you’re going to do the cleaning. Our rooms, if they’re messy, and any other rooms that we want you to clean. And you will cook lunch and dinner every day. You don’t have to cook breakfast, but if we request it, then you will.”
I sigh. “Okay…but what about the…other stuff?”
“You mean the sex.” He says bluntly.
I nod, unable to form words at the moment.
“Well…at the moment, none of us have girlfriends. And you see…well, it’s been a while. None of us have had girlfriends in a long time. And it gets lonely, if you know what I mean. And so if we tell you to, you’re going to have sex with us. Whenever we want. However we want it. And there will be consequences if you don’t go with it.”
I sigh. I figured it would be something like that. How am I going to do this? I have no one to talk to, except for my kidnappers. No sympathetic ears to listen to my problems. Just my kidnappers, and, because I sure as hell am not going to lie there and take it, future rapists. I cringe at the thought of being forced into something that I don’t consent to. I sink to the ground, and before I know it, I’m crying. Wet, heavy sobs that wrack my whole body. The boys stand there, not sure what to do. Eventually, Niall picks me up in his strong arms, and I hold on, still crying.
“It’ll be okay. You’ll see.” He assures me, rubbing my back comfortingly. I appreciate the effort, but I don’t think that it’s helping.
“Can I…can I just go home?” I ask, still crying.
He doesn’t answer. Louis does, though.
“Sorry, babe, but you’ve seen our faces. We can’t trust you to not spill.” He shrugs.
“I won’t tell. I promise!” I exclaim. He shakes his head.
“Sorry.” He says, repeating himself.
I don’t know what to do. So I struggle out of Niall’s grasp and run up the stairs, into the first room I see. It turns out to be a laundry room. I sit in the corner, trying to quiet my sobs. I hear the boys running and searching for me. I crawl into a closet that holds towels and coats, and try to make myself smaller.
“AMBER!” I hear Zayn calling for me. Soon, all of the boys are calling my name.
And suddenly, I’m just tired. So, so tired. It’s odd, since I just slept for so long, but I am.
I lie down on the ground, and pile towels around me, using one as a pillow and several as blankets. Eventually, I hear them opening and shutting doors, but they never look in the closet. They do check the laundry room, though.
I’ve stopped crying by now, but I’m no less tired.
I fall asleep that way, nestled in the closet. It doesn’t seem like anything could get worse, at this point.

Notes

Yes, this chapter was pretty short. I know. But I didn't have very long to write today.
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