Kidnapped by One Direction

I close my eyes, leaning into the kiss. His lips are warm and soft, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Eventually, we come up for air.
“That was…” I start, before he interrupts me.
“Great.” He finishes, grinning. Soon, we’re laughing and we can’t stop, gasping for air like kissing is the funniest thing in the world. We must look like idiots right now. I wish I could live in this moment forever, caught up, laughing at nothing at all just because we want to laugh.
I shiver, wishing I had a jumper. There isn’t any heating in my room. Which is a problem, actually. I need to ask one of the boys to switch it on…
Without saying anything, he pulls his blue jumper off and wraps it around my shoulders. It’s soft and cosy, giving me a sense of comfort.
The best part is, it smells just like him.
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It looks I’m not going to be able to fall asleep for a while. I’m cuddled up in Liam’s arms, listening to his even breathing pattern. It calms me. I know that I’m safe in his strong arms. He wouldn’t ever let anything happen to me. Liam is my protector, the one I can depend on, the one I know couldn’t hurt me. He’s the thing keeping me alive.
But what was Simon going to do to me? I’m sure he wasn’t just planning on letting me sit in that room for…how long? Days? Weeks? Months? Maybe he wasn’t planning on returning me at all. Maybe he just wanted me for himself.
Liam was wrong. Everyone does want to hurt me. I must be worthless. Otherwise, people would like me more. They would care for me, like Liam does. But then again, maybe he’s just waiting for an opportunity to hurt me.
I gently pick his arm up and put it next to him.
I can’t help but notice how adorable he looks while he’s sleeping while I scoot silently out of the bed and head for the bathroom. The only way I know to cope with the pain is hiding in the cabinet, nestled among the bandaids and aspirin.
I open the medicine cabinet and search, frowning when I can’t find the familiar object. Where is it? Did I misplace it? I start panicking. What was I going to do without it?
Someone clears their throat and I whip around, searching for the cause of the noise.
Liam’s standing there, his arms crossed. He has no shirt on, a concerned and angry expression crosses his face.
Did I mention he has no shirt on? Those abs could kill a man…
I’m snapped out of my daydream when he starts to speak.
“What’re you looking for, Amber?” he asks. Immediately, I feel guilty. I know I shouldn’t cut, that it isn’t healthy or normal and it hurts me. Takes me apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left.
I don’t answer, casting my glance downward and studying the blue marble tiles.
“Amber, were you looking for your razor?” he questions, an accusing tone is his voice. I nod shamefully, still not looking up.
“We took it.” He tells me, and I finally look up. “It’s for the best. We don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore.”
“I understand,” I reply, my voice soft, almost a whisper. “But it’s hard, to just stop like that.”
“I…I get it, Amber. You know I used to cut.”
He presents his arm to me, and there aren’t many scars left. Just a few, on his upper arm. I trace them with one finger, biting my lip and imagining how he must have felt while he sliced his skin. Did he have the same thoughts as me? Did he enjoy the feel of the cool metal against the hot, itchy skin? Did he understand the urges I had, to take my body apart, piece by piece, until there is nothing left of me?
I knew, and know, that somehow, he did. He knew how I hurt, because he hurt in the same way. I was certain of that when he pulled me into his arms and held me tight, reassuring me that he did without any words. Without saying anything, he did that.
That was when I realised that I was falling in love with Liam James Payne.

Notes

Sorry I didn't update yesterday! xx