Kidnapped by One Direction

I’m shaken awake by Harry.
And he looks PISSED.
“What the fuck,” he growls “Is the matter with you. You think it’s okay for you to run away from us? Do you think you can just do whatever you want?”
I shake my head.
I see Harry raise his hand, and it comes down hard on my cheek.
“Answer me, you bitch!”
“N-no Harry…I’m sorry…shouldn’t have…” I’m crying now, sitting up and holding my cheek.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Zayn, Niall and Louis are out searching for you. You don’t fucking pull that kind of shit!” he’s getting angrier and angrier, and I don’t think I can do anything about it.
“Who the FUCK gave you the right to hide from us? You live with us now. You don’t do this. You don’t do whatever you want. You fucking slut!” he’s yelling now, and I think its best for me not to respond.
“I. Fucking. Said. ANSWER. ME!” I’ve pushed him too far, and he breaks.
He starts kicking me, in the ribs, thighs, stomach, jaw. I curl up and protect the front of my face and the back of my neck. He doesn’t stop though, now he’s kicking my back, shoulder blades, shins.
“Harry…stop, p-please! It hurts…I won’t ever do it again, just stop, please…” I beg pathetically.
I’m screaming now, from the pain. Everything hurts. I can feel blood oozing out from the places where his sharp boots did more than just bruise.
He doesn’t stop until Liam comes in.
“Mate…what’re you…is that Amber?!” he cries out
Harry looks over to him.
“It’s none of your fucking business, Liam. Fuck off.”
“She’s fucking BLEEDING! You’ve gone too far Styles. Get out of this room NOW.”
At least I have someone on my side. Harry looks like he wants to hit Liam, but Liam is by far stronger and tougher than Harry. He would definitely win in a fight. Harry stomps out of the closet and out of the room, slamming the door. Liam rushes to my aid.
“Amber…” he doesn’t know what to say.
“Liam…it hurts…” I whimper.
He scoops me up, and I cry out when he puts too much pressure on an open wound.
“Sorry, love. I’ve got to get you to the bathroom.”
He does just that, and sits me on the counter when we get there. He starts opening cabinets and taking out supplies. First, he takes out a spray bottle.
“What is that?” I ask, wincing when I accidentally lean too much on a bruise.
“Rubbing alcohol.” He looks guilty. “It’s going to hurt.”
Wordlessly, I take off my gray drawstrings and orange top, leaving me in a bra and underwear. Liam is really good about not taking serious situations sexually; he barely even looks at my breasts or bare skin. I look in the mirror, examining my body. There are cuts and bruises everywhere, from the metal plating on his boots and the sheer force he was using. He starts at the bottom of my legs, spraying the alcohol on the open wounds after counting to three. I flinch every time he does it. It stings, but it’s a necessary step in preventing infection, so I don’t complain.
After he finishes that, he starts dressing the cuts. There’s a few nasty ones that he puts healing ointment on, too.
This whole process takes about 10 minutes. After he’s done, we just stare at eachother awkwardly for a few seconds.
“Well…I guess I should change…” I say, looking at the bloody clothes. “Are there any clothes I could wear?”
He nods and leaves the room, coming back a minute later with an oversized shirt, socks, and sweatpants. After he hands them to me, he walks out of the room, and I get dressed and put my hair into a ponytail. I don’t really know what to do with the other clothes, so I go and try to find Liam.
I peek into random rooms until I find him. His back is to the door and he’s talking on the phone to somebody.
“Yeah, mate, he was kicking the shit out of her…don’t know…he loses control sometimes, you know..I cleaned her up, gave her some clothes…just some sweatpants and a t-shirt…we need to get clothes for her sometime…okay, wanna pick up some pizza?...great…bye…”
I turn around and walk the other way after that. Then, I go back to his room, pretending that I hadn’t heard anything.
“Uh…Liam, what do I do with these clothes?” I ask, holding them up.
“Oh!” he turns around, surprised that I was there. “I’ll take them to the laundry room. Why don’t you just relax…go to the living room, or something?”
I shake my head. I don’t want to go anywhere without his protection. He sighs.
“Okay…follow me.”
We walk back the way we came, about five doors down. He opens the washer, throws the clothes in, and turns it on.
“You hungry? I told the guys to pick up some pizza.”
“Yeah. When are they going to get home?”
“Soon. They weren’t far when I called them. Wanna watch a movie?”
I nod and follow him again down to the living room. He pops a random movie in, and I don’t realize that it’s a horror movie until people start dying.
A woman screams, and I jump up.
“Scared?” Liam laughs. I roll my eyes and sit back down, not prepared for a jumpscare. This time, I find myself nuzzling into Liam’s side, frightened.
He looks down, surprised, but puts his arms around me. I was rigid at first, but now I relax into his grip.
“Food’s here!” Niall calls, and we both jump, pulling apart and looking guilty. Liam pauses the movie and follows the three boys into the kitchen.
“Where’s Harry?” asks Zayn. To be honest, I was wondering that myself.
“Probably in the weight room. You know how he likes to blow off steam when he’s angry.”
“Looks like he already blew off enough steam.” Louis says angrily. I forgot he was there for a moment. I turn and see him looking at my exposed arms and shaking his head.
“You okay, babe?” he asks gently. I nod.
I thought that I was done crying, but I guess I’m not. Tears start to slip down my cheeks, and Louis catches me in an embrace.
“It’s okay. We won’t let him hurt you again. Right guys?” We both turn to look at them, only to catch them all stuffing their faces with pizza. Zayn is the only one listening.
“Of course not. Harry needs to learn to control himself,” Zayn says, and his eyes linger on my longer than is normally acceptable. He gives me a small smile, and I realize that it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him smile. I grin back, despite the tears.
We don’t see Harry for the rest of the night.
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When it’s time to go to bed, I’m afraid to. But I remember when Niall was so kind to me the first day I was here, and I go to his room, which I saw earlier when we was cracking jokes and playing the guitar and wanted to show me his custom picks. I knock shyly.
“Come in.” his sleepy voice calls.
“Niall…it’s me, Amber.” I say after opening the door. “Can I…can I sleep with you?”
“Of course. But why?”
“I’m afraid of Harry.”
He moves over in the bed to make room for me, and I notice that he’s wearing glasses. He’s reading a book, as well.
“Don’t worry about him. I’ll make sure that he doesn’t hurt you again.” He promises.
I crawl into bed with him , and he takes his glasses off and turns the lamp off. He puts his arm around my waist, and we’re spooning.
“G’night, Niall…” I yawn.
He sneaks a kiss onto the top of my head.
“Night, Amber.”

Notes

Aww.. who do you ship?