Kidnapped by One Direction

It’s later in the afternoon, and Liam and I are in the entertainment room, snuggling on top of a pile of beanbags and drinking tea that Louis made. It’s almost perfect, save for the fact that he is my kidnapper, but I guess I should just try to…move on?
I miss my family. I miss the way my mother used to cook dinners. I miss my father’s corny jokes, and I miss my older brother protecting me. Sure, it was annoying, but for some reason, I miss it.
I’ve stopped watching the news. I’ve found that there’s no point in it. It just makes me want to go home. Or cry. Or both.
In short, I’m trying to adapt to life here. It isn’t so bad, especially with Liam and Louis here, protecting me. Zayn isn’t too bad, but Niall is still mean. Harry doesn’t really talk much.
“Love?” Liam calls. “Earth to Amber?”
“Sorry.” I smile. “I was just thinking.” He gives me a half smile in return.
“So, darling, I’ve been thinking,” he starts. “We’re going on tour soon.”
“How soon?” I ask, concerned.
“As in, a couple of days.” He avoids eye contact.
“What?! Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Am I even going with you guys?” I ask anxiously.
“Of course you are!” he exclaims. “We wouldn’t leave you here, you know.”
I nod, biting my lip.
“How long will we be gone for?”
“Months.” He answers, sighing. “I wish we didn’t have to go for so long.”
How am I supposed to get into hotels? Will I just go in with the security team and everyone else paps don’t want to get a picture of? Am I meant to hide, like I don’t exist? Or will they advertise me as one of their girlfriends?
After all, Niall did say that I had to colour my hair so nobody recognised me.
I hated Niall. Niall hurt me. But Liam didn’t. Liam wasn’t evil.
He was the only one keeping me alive. And for that, I loved him.
What was the matter with me? What happened to the little girl that I used to be, caught up in school and homework and track?
I couldn’t help but tear up slightly, remembering all of the things I used to be concerned about.
I used to worry about boys. Boys liking me, me liking boys. I used to worry about homework and grades, teachers and friends.
All of those things seem like a joke to me now. I would give anything to worry about what my homework was or what I got on the math quiz, rather than worrying about whether or not I’ll make it to tomorrow without being killed. Even worse, I literally have no idea what today is.
Is it still February? Or is it already march?
“Liam?”
“Yeah, love?” he asks.
“What day is it?” I question.
He turns his iPhone on for a brief second.
“March 28th.” He replies.
“Oh my god…” I mutter. “I’ve been here…for 28 days?”
“Yeah, you have. Why do you look so shocked? Are you alright?”
“I’m…I’m fine. Just didn’t know how long I was here for, is all.” I answer. He nods in understanding.
I drain my tea and stand up.
“Where are you going?” he asks, standing up also.
“I don’t know. Might read a book.”
“Oh.” He says. “I’ll leave you alone, then.”
I leave without another word, finding my way back to my room and curling up in my armchair after picking a title off of the shelf. It’s one of my favorites, actually. It’s called “They Cage the Animals at Night.”
I open it and begin on page one, effectively silencing my nagging thoughts for the rest of the day.

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