Kidnapped by One Direction

We end up pulling over at a rest stop because Niall wants Nando’s. I roll my eyes. He can be so childish sometimes, honestly. The rest stop has a huge line of pay phones, and the first thing I do once Liam and I are out of sight is pull him towards there.
He hands me a quarter, but not until he’s finished lecturing me about what to say and what not to say. I sigh. This is it, I guess. Maybe the last time I’ll ever talk to my family again.
I put the quarter in and dial my home number.
On the first ring, my mother picks up.
“Hello?” she says, her voice sounds rough and cracked.
I don’t answer for a moment, smiling like an idiot at her voice.
“Hi, mom.” I say softly.
“A…Amber? Is that you? Are you okay? Where are you?” she asks.
“Yeah, mom. It’s me. I’m fine…” I don’t answer her last question.
“Did you run away?” she asks.
“I can’t answer that. But I’m fine. I love you.” I say. “Can I talk to dad or Chris?”

“Of course…hold on…I’ll get them…”
I hear her yelling in the background.
“Chris, Robert! Amber is on the phone!” she yells, sounding unbelievably happy.
I hear running and someone grabs the phone.
“Am? Is that you?” my brother asks.
“Hi, Chris.” I grin.
“Amber! It is you. Where are you?”
“I’m okay, don’t worry about it. I swear.” I assure him. “I love you, Chris. I’m sorry that I said I hated you…”
“It’s fine. I love you too. Who are you with?”
I avoid his question. “Are you guys holding up?”
“Yeah…we’re doing…okay. I miss you. Your friends miss you.” He stutters.
“Can you tell Olivia and Rebecca that I love them? And that I’m okay?” I ask.
“Of course I will. Do you wanna talk to dad?”
“Yes. Put him on. I love you.” I tell him one last time.
“Love you too.” He says.
The phone is handed over again. This time, it’s my father’s voice I hear.
He sounds like he’s been crying, and it breaks my heart.
“Hi, hon.” He says. His voice is thick and it’s full of emotion.
“Dad…” I start. “I love you, so so much. Please don’t think it’s your fault. It’s nobody’s fault, okay?”
“But where are you? You wouldn’t tell your mother or Chris…can’t you tell me?” he begs.
“I’m sorry…I just can’t.” I blink the tears away. I refuse to cry in the middle of a rest stop.
“I don’t understand!” he shouts. I wince. “Just tell me! Please!” he’s sobbing now.
“I love you dad…I’m sorry…”
“I love you, Amber.” He chokes out.
I hang up.



“Anyone…else?” Liam asks, biting his lip. I shake my head, not trusting my voice at the moment.
We board the bus.

Later that night, at the concert venue, I choose to stay in the dressing room rather than go into the audience. I see no point, and I’m sick of the screaming girls.
Honestly. One girl had a sign that said “Liam, Marry me?”
People like that are so desperate.
Not to mention, it makes me disturbingly jealous. I’ve never really even been one to get jealous over boys, but with Liam, it’s different.
Everything is different with Liam.

Notes

I know, most of this chapter is dialogue.
Also kind of short. Sorry, i wanted to get something out for you guys.

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