Kidnapped by One Direction

By the time I wake up, Liam isn’t here. Who knows where that boy went?
My hair must be a mess. I have no makeup on.
I need a shower.
Unfortunately, someone’s in there at the moment. Usually, I would just pound on the door, but right now, I don’t think I have the energy.
I make do, using water and a paper towel to wipe the last of my makeup, smudged eyeliner, off. I finger comb my hair, hoping that I don’t look too bad.
The boys have some strange obsession with FIFA. On the tour bus, that’s all they do. They used to play football, too, but Paul banned that after they broke a frame and a cup in the same kick.
I don’t have any opportunities to escape, but there’s no way I would attempt it anyways. We’re in America, for fuck’s sake.
I wish someone would recognise me, but I also pray that they won’t. My thoughts are confusing me.
I want to go home, but I want to stay with Liam. All of my emotions are conflicting.
Is it possible to hate someone and love them at the same time?
I mean, I’m all over the bloody papers. The headlines boldly proclaim, “Liam Payne’s new girlfriend! Exclusive interview!”
That’s funny. I don’t seem to remember going to any interviews.
Apparently, if anybody asks, I’m supposed to say that my name is Mia, and that I met Liam at a café in downtown London.
It’s not so bad. I’m beginning to accept the fact that I’m never going to escape.
Also, I think I have Stockholm syndrome.
I can’t help but be in love with Liam. He’s never really hurt me, or insulted me. He’s just been sweet, sensible Liam.
But I miss my family, but I love Liam. I miss my friends, but I love Liam. My feelings are here to stay, and I know, that even if I hadn’t been kidnapped, I would have them. I love everything about Liam. The way he laughs, his chocolate brown eyes, his personality. They’re all perfect to me.
Alright, this is starting to sound like one of their cheesy songs.
My thoughts are all over the place, but I think, with some help from Liam, I can make it through.
“Amber?” Liam says. I jump. I hadn’t realised that he was standing there.

“Yeah?” I smile falsely, the kind of smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. The one that looks real enough to people just glancing, but if you took to time to really look, you can tell that the person isn’t actually happy.
“Amber? What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned.
I drop the fake smile and sigh, sinking down into the couch.
“Nothing…I just miss my family. I wish I could call them, let them know I’m alive. They must think I’m dead, Liam, nobody has seen me.” I cry.
He looks like he’s considering something for a moment.
“You know how we stop for food sometimes? Or movies or magazines, that kind of stuff?” he wants to know.
“Yeah.” I reply, not quite sure where he’s going with this.
“I’ll…I’ll let you call your mom. On the pay phone. But really, nothing funny. You’ll get us all in trouble, love.”
I basically ignore everything but the fact that I get to hear my mother’s voice again.
I jump up and hug him, squeezing his stomach hard.
“Can’t…breathe…” he groans. I ignore him, in favour of squeezing tighter.
“Liam, you’re the best!” I shout, finally letting go.
“I know.” He grins. That definitely makes my mood a little brighter.
“Do you think I can talk to my whole family, Li?” I ask.
He bites his lip.
“Please, Liam! I might never get to talk to them again…I miss them so badly. I just want to tell them I love them, please. My older brother, Chris, we were fighting. I told him I hated him…”
I trail off
He looks guilty, biting his lip.
“Of course you can.”

Notes

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