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Kidnapped by One Direction

Chapter Twenty Four

When Louis finally bursts into the house, shouting my name, I’m sobbing. I can’t breathe, and my t shirt is soaked.
“Amber!” he yells, turning to corner to find me curled in a leather easy chair, struggling to breathe.
He picks me up and holds me tight, rocking me back and forth, almost like a baby. I hold onto him tightly, never wanting to let go.
“Where’s…where’s Simon?” he asks, brushing a loose piece of hair out of my eyes.
“He’s…in the room I was locked in.” I say, looking up at him with wet round eyes.
“C’mon, then.” He urges, pulling me out of the chair and grabbing my arm.
I whimper. The cut’s not all the way healed yet, and it still hurts if you put too much pressure on it.
“Sorry.” He whispers, his voice soft. “Show me where the room is.”
I lead him to it, walking past numerous other doors. In my rush, I hadn’t realised that the house was so big.
“Amber, go get in the car.” He demands, a hard look in his eye.
“No. I want to go in with you!” I exclaim.
“Amber. CAR. Now.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“Fine.” I scowl. I had wanted to see if he was still in pain. I wanted to see Louis hurt him.
I wanted him to pay.
I walk outside, finding the car. Liam’s in the passenger seat, and Harry’s in the back. They both jump when they see me, bolting out of the car and hugging me, telling me they’re sorry. Liam is crying and judging by the look on Harry’s face, he’s pretty close to doing the same.
“I’m okay.” I assure them.
“You’re not, Amber! You’re not okay. He took you! Did he hurt you?” Harry is crying now, angrily wiping the tears away.
“He didn’t, Harry. He didn’t!” I tell him, rubbing his back.
Louis comes out and looks at us with a grave expression.
“Simon can’t walk so he’s going to call his girlfriend,” he said. “and then she’ll take him to the hospital. Other than that, he’s fine…but he’s a bit…um, furious at you, Amber.”
I nod. I was kind of expecting that.
We pile into the car and drive home in silence. Harry’s still crying, but he doesn’t bother wiping the tears any more.
When we pull into the driveway, Louis reaches back and unbuckles me, getting out and opening my door. I move to get out, but he picks me up instead.
“Louis!” I huff. “I can walk fine.”
“You need to sleep, Amber. Get over what’s just happened. I think you’re in a bit of shock.”
This is probably true. I’ve barely had time to process what’s happened. Who knows what Simon was planning to do to me?
I never really answer, and he tucks me into bed. Just as he’s leaving, though, I call out.
“Can you get Liam?” I ask. He nods wordlessly and turns back around.

A few minutes later, Liam opens the door.
“Louis told me you wanted me,” he explains. “are you alright?”
“Yeah. Fine, I think.” I say.
He comes over and sits on the bed next to me, stroking my hair and whispering comforting things in my ear. And before I know it, I’m crying again.
He pulls me onto his lap and holds me tight. I pull back, looking into his eyes.
“Li, why does everyone want to hurt me?” I ask, tears making my voice thick.
“Not all of them.” He assures me, looking back at me.
“Who doesn’t?” I ask.
And with that, he tips my chin forwards with his thumb and kisses me, slow and deep.