Kidnapped by One Direction

I wake up and stretch, blinking at the sunlight streaming in through the blinds. Niall still has his arm wrapped around me.
I don’t want to get up from his warm embrace, but I have to pee. Badly.
I gently move his arm and get up, cringing as the bedsprings creak. All of the bedrooms have bathrooms attached, so I use his. I figure that I might as well shower too, so I do, being careful of my many cuts and bruises that are healing, but just barely. I realize too late, though, that I don’t have a towel. I mentally kick myself for my stupidity.
I open the door just a crack, using the door to hide everything.
Damn it. Niall’s up.
“Ni?”
“Yeh babe?” He asks in his adorable accent.
“Uh…can you get me a towel?” I’m so embarrassed.
“What? Oh…oh.” He starts laughing, only a little bit at first, but now he’s full giggling.
“Niall! Just get me a towel!” I exclaim, only slightly irritated at his immaturity. Hey, he’s cute when he laughs.
“Alright, alright…one sec.” He leaves the room and comes back a few minutes later with a stack of towels, which he hands to me through the door. As soon as he pulls his hand back, I slam the door closed.
I use one towel and place the rest in the small linen closet. I wonder why there were no towels in there to begin with. It was probably because Niall was too lazy to get them and put them in there.
I find a brush in the drawer, and begin the long process of de-knotting my tangled, frizzy hair. After fighting with it for about ten minutes, it’s finally presentable.
I realize that I have no other clothes to wear, besides the ones Liam gave me. I put them on, but I notice that they smell kind of…ripe.
I sigh, and search through the cabinet, finally finding some Axe body spray, which I spray onto the shirt and pants. When I finally come out of the bathroom, Niall’s sleeping again.
I swear, that boy must sleep 12 hours a day!
I really have to talk to one of the boys about my clothes, though. I don’t need much, just a few shirts and pants. Maybe a couple pairs of socks and underwear.
I realize, with a jolt, that I’d been here for three days. Three days without my family. Three days without my friends, stuck here, in this house. And the worst part was that I was beginning to trust the boys. My kidnappers. I’m sure that they’ll eventually rape me. And one of them is my abuser. How could I be so stupid? I need to escape.
I had on sneakers when I got here, because I was going for a jog before bed. They must be around here somewhere. Probably in that damp, creepy cement cell that I was in when I woke up that first day.
I quietly make my way down the stairs, and glace at the clock. 8:06. I’d bet my life that none of the boys were up. When I get to the cell, I see both the sneakers I was wearing and my oversized hoodie. I’m glad that I got them back. They remind me of home.
I slip both articles on and go back upstairs. I’m not stupid. I know that I need to bring water with me if I don’t want to get dehydrated. I go into the kitchen and spot a waterbottle with a wrist strap. Pefect!
Filling it with water, I also think to grab a small snack. I open cabinets until I find trail mix in a huge bag. I find the ziplock bags and put some of it in. Then, I slip it into my hoodie pocket before running out the front door.
I didn’t think the sun would be so bright this early, but I was wrong. The light blinds me, but I’m off and running down the street and into the woods before I get too scared.
I don’t really know which way to go, so I hesitate.
Then, I hear something that makes my blood go cold.
It is unmistakably Harry’s voice.
“Amber!”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Now what am I supposed to do?
I spot a tall tree and begin climbing it like a squirrel, dropping the trail-mix from my pocket in the process. I hope they don’t notice it lying there.
I hear twigs and branches snapping and leaves rustling. It’s very obvious that it’s Harry, worried and panicked, searching for me.
Well, let him. He’s the one that kidnapped me in the first place. He deserves this.
I’m hidden pretty well in the leaves of the tree. I doubt that he will be able to find me without looking straight up.
But that’s what happens.
He runs. Stops. Picks up the trail-mix bag, and recognises it.
Great.
He looks up, directly at me.
“Amber,” he growls. “come down. Right now. Or else I’ll come up there and get you.”
“No. I won’t come down. I want to go home!”
“God damn it Amber, what do you not understand?”
“I don’t understand why I can’t just go home! Why I can’t return to my family and friends and never have to see any of you again!” I’m crying, and I feel ridiculous in this tree with wet hair and guys clothes on, and I’m shaking a little bit too much and before I know it, I’m falling. Falling out of the tree, getting closer to the hard surface, closer to death.
I close my eyes.

Notes

I know this isn't my best writing, by far.
Sorry. I just really wanted a chapter for you guys today. I promise that the next chapter will be loads better.
Anyways, what did you think of the cliff hanger? I'm evil, aren't I? >:)