Kidnapped by One Direction

For the rest of the day, Harry tried to talk to me, but I ignored him. All he told me was how sorry he was, but I didn’t care. It didn’t change his past actions, that could never be done. All I wanted w was someone to hold me and take care of me.
Niall made me make him lunch the same day, but we ordered pizza for dinner. Surprisingly, I ate three slices. Usually I only eat one.
“So Amber…” Liam starts. “What do you wanna do tonight?”
I shrug. “I don’t really care.”
“We could play basketball.” He suggests, leaning against the wall. I wouldn’t mind a little one on one, since I used to play before I was kidnapped…
“Sure. Just let me get changed.” I answer, slipping away to my room. I take off my jeans and replace them with basketball shorts, and trade my t shirt for a sports bra. I top it off with a Nike tee and a side ponytail.
Tugging my sneakers on, I walk back downstairs to see him on his phone, texting.
“Ready?” he asks. I nod.
He leads me downstairs and into the entertainment room. I’ve never really been in here before, but it turns out there are other rooms connected to it; a pool, a tennis court, and a basketball court.
My eyes widen. I still can’t believe that someone would have these kinds of things in their house.
“Coming?” he teases. I hadn’t noticed that he was already in the middle of the court, dribbling the ball idly.
I walk over, and we begin a one on one game.
Let’s just say that I greatly underestimated his skill.
Who knew Liam Payne would be so good at jump shots?
An hour and a half later, we’re both guzzling water, leaning against the wall and drenched in sweat. In the end, Liam had won, but not by much.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 6, so we could do something else if we wanted to. But honestly, I was so tired that I didn’t think I could handle any more physical activity.
“So what do you say to a movie?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. “We never did quite finish the one that we watched the first night you were here…”
“Yeah, lets.” I answer.
“Meet me in the entertainment room in an hour?”
I nod and exit the room, heading back to my bathroom for a shower. It feels good to scrub the whole day off and to massage my tired muscles.
When I get out, I change and walk to the living room, to find Liam already showered.
He has a pair of Nike sweatpants on and nothing else. I swallow heavily.
“Come on! Hurry up, I wanna watch the movie!” he urges. I walk over carefully and sit next to him.
As soon as I’m seated, he presses play and I realise that we’re at the same scene that it was at the first time we watched it.
I suddenly remember how much I hate this movie.
The main character, a girl named Sam, is pulled down by an invisible force suddenly, and I jump a metre in the air. This is why I don’t watch scary movies.
After the third jump scare, I’m shaking, and I really wish that Liam would turn the movie off. But he looks like he’s enjoying it, and I don’t want to ruin it for him. Pretty soon, Sam is begging to be let go. She’s twisting in the man’s arms, and he just sits there and laughs.
This movie is triggering unpleasant memories of last night’s dream, and I don’t realise that I’m crying until he turns to me with concern.
“Amber?” he questions. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?”
I shake my head, and attempt a smile.
“I’m fine, Liam. Let’s just watch the movie.” I assure him.
“You’re NOT fine!” he says. “Is the movie scaring you that much? Let’s turn it off.”
Just as he finishes his sentence, an ungodly scream is unleashed from the TV.
I start to cry even harder, shaking like a leaf. I’ve never acted like this before, so what’s the deal now?
He rushes to find the remote, and turns it off, effectively silencing the scream.
“Amber?” he sounds really worried.
I whimper in response, and he pulls me onto his lap.
“It’s okay, Am. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Promise. I swear…” he whispers things into my ear.
“Is this about your dream?” he asks softly.
Not trusting my voice at the moment, I nod in response. He holds me tighter, almost rocking me like a baby.
Eventually, I stop crying, and I cling to Liam like he’s my one hold in the middle of a terrifying hurricane.
He gets up, carrying me upstairs and down the hallway. When we stop, I almost start to cry. Again.
“Don’t want to sleep alone.” I say, my voice cracking.
“I know.” He responds, opening the door.
I peek inside.
It’s his room, perfectly neat and organised. Everything has a place.
He even made his bed.
He places me down on the bed and crawls in after me, his arms encircling my waist and pulling me towards him.
I could get used to this.

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