Kidnapped by One Direction

Liam’s asleep while I lie here, thinking. He’s so warm and cuddly and just somehow, in the moment, perfect. His eyebrows furrow and then relax every so often. I think he’s dreaming.
He pulls me in closer and I relax into his grip, feeling his abs press into my back. With that, I fell asleep.
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“Amber…” someone says, shaking me gently. I ignore them at first, hoping that they’ll go away.
“Five more minutes.” I groan, rolling over.
“Amber, cmon!” I hear Liam say.
I open my eyes and blink a few times to clear them
“It’s already ten.” Liam says, smiling at me. “I made breakfast. Pancakes.”
That wakes me up. “What kind?”
“Blueberry.” He answers. “Now get up!”
“Why can’t I just eat them in here?” I whine. He rolls his eyes.
“If you want any, you’d better get to them before the guys do.” He warns, crossing his arms.
I drag myself out of bed, wincing as my feet hit the cold wood floor. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and yawn. Why does it feel so early? I don’t think we went to bed that late.
I flush with embarrassment when I remember my crying episode last night. I acted like a child.
“Are you sure it’s ten?” I ask, shuffling down the stairs.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He laughs. His laugh is so cute…
I smell the pancakes from the stairs and start to walk faster. When I get to the kitchen, there’s huge plates of pancakes, waiting to be eaten. I grab a stack and start eating.
“Whoa!” he exclaims, when he sees me already stuffing my face. “Hungry?”
I jokingly flip him off and he makes a mock-offended face before picking up a stack himself and digging in. The pancakes are delicious, filled with blueberries and a hint of vanilla.
“How are they?” he asks in between bites. I give him a thumbs up, my mouth full of food.
“Is that pancakes I smell?” I hear Louis yell from upstairs. A few seconds later, we hear footsteps on the stairs, and Louis walks into the kitchen, takes a pancake, and stuffs it into his mouth whole.
“Lou!” I cry. “Gross! You’re going to choke!”
He sticks his (food-covered) tongue out at me.
I can’t help but laugh at him; he looks ridiculous standing there in his flannels and white t shirt, dripping syrup down the front of it.
“What?” he whines, making a puppy dog face.
“You have something on your shirt.” I say, struggling to stop my laughter. He looks down.
“Damn.” He mutters under his breath, going upstairs, presumably to change. As soon as he’s gone, we burst out in laughter again.
“Done?” he asks, after our little episode had finished. I hadn’t even realised that all of my pancakes were gone. I nod, and he grabs both of our plates and leaves them in the sink. The rest of the pancakes must be for the boys.
“What now?” I ask, sitting on the table. I swing my legs back and forth methodically, scuffing my feet against the floor.
“FIFA?” he suggests.
“Sure. Be warned, though, I’ll beat your ass.” I say with a cheeky smile. I used to be the best out of all my friends, even my guy friends. Actually, that was probably just because they sucked so much.
“Sure you will, babe.” He smirks, leading the way to the living room. I can’t help but notice the curve of his arse through the sweatpants that he hadn’t bothered to change since last night.
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As it turns out, Liam was a fairly decent FIFA player.
By decent, I mean he beat me 9-2.
Before our second game, I take a break to pee. I walk to the nearest bathroom and open the door.
There was someone in there, though.
“Sorry.“ I start to say, before a rag soaked with a sweet-smelling liquid is placed over my mouth and nose.
Who’s doing this? Niall? Harry?
That’s my last thought before blacking out.

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