Kidnapped by One Direction

I’m being carried when I wake up. That much I can tell. There’s something over my eyes and what I guess is rope holding my arms behind my back. The person, whoever it is, walks faster and then pauses, opening the door. I’m placed on a cold floor, with a blanket wrapped around me. Where are we?
“Wake up.” I hear the person demand. It sounds like a man, with an accent unlike any of the boys. He shakes my shoulder roughly, and I decide that for right now, getting up probably isn’t in my best interest to move around too much. He tries, in vain, to make me get up a few times, before giving up.
I hear him mumble curses under his breath before walking away, slamming a door loudly behind him. I wait until his footsteps become quieter before rolling over.
I sit up and position my arms behind my back and under my bum, scooting forwards until my hands are under my legs. I pull my legs through my arms, so now my hands are in front of me. The first thing I do is reach up to push my blindfold off, wincing as my eyes are exposed to harsh light. I look around.
I’m on a hard wood floor, in an empty room. The walls are painted a dull, chipping blue colour.
There are no windows, just two doors
Of course, I try to open each of them first, but the first one must be locked from the outside. I throw my body against it, but nothing happens.
The second one opens, and I feel a spark of hope. I swing it open quickly, heart rate increasing.

It’s just a bathroom.
I sigh, disappointed. They wouldn’t be so stupid as to leave a door unlocked.
Am I still in the house? Was I moved to another place?
Most importantly, who kidnapped me?
My money’s on Niall, but it could have been Harry. Maybe he was lying about being sorry.
Somehow, I doubted that.
The door swung open, narrowly missing hitting me in the nose. A man with grey hair and brown eyes was looking at me.
“I see you’re awake.” He says flatly. I nod, avoiding eye contact.
“I brought you some food.” He holds out a try with a sandwich and a water bottle on it.
“Thanks.” I reply.
I stand there for a minute, not knowing what to do. I decide to ask a question that’s been on my mind.
“Who are you?” I ask, finally looking at him.
“You don’t recognise me?” he sounds shocked. I shake my head.
“I’m Simon Cowell! X-factor judge? One Direction’s manager?” now I know where I’ve heard his name.
“Oh.” Is all I say.
“Why am I here?” I ask another question.
“The boys are far too distracted with you. Especially Liam.” He answers. “I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here for a while until their songs have been recorded.”
“Please just let me go.” I beg, hoping he has a bigger heart than the boys.
He doesn’t reply, just chuckles as if I’d told a bloody joke. Then, he turns around and walks out, shutting the door behind him. I hear the lock return home with an ominous sounding CLICK.
It’s a lot of information to take in, honestly. Their manager kidnapped me. Their manager abducted me from my abductors.
Only I would have such bad luck.
I don’t even have free range of the house. All I have is this one room. This one empty, lonely room with a bathroom attatched.
He’s Simon blasted COWELL for christ’s sake. He couldn’t have at least given me a room with a bed?
I start getting angry. Really angry. I can feel the rage building up in me.
I have many flaws. One of them is anger issues.
Barely controlling my own actions, I turn and punch the walls, causing a hole to form. I can’t find it within myself to care. I repeat the action, making a masterpiece of dents and holes appear in the ugly blue wall.

I keep thinking things that fuel my rage.
One Direction abducted me. Bam.
Harry tried to rape me. Bam.
I was fucking ABDUCTED while I was already abducted.
That punch is the hardest one. I look down and see blood pouring out of my finger.
It caught on a screw that I had unearthed with my heavy punches.
Shit, it’s really pouring blood.
I run to the bathroom and wash it under warm water, searching for something to wrap my finger in. Under the sink is a first aid kit, and I rip it open with my teeth, pulling out the gauze and wrapping my finger with an extensive amount. Then, I wrap medical tape around the whole thing.
I peek out of the bathroom and look at the wall.
Shit.

Simon’s going to be so pissed.

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