Kidnapped by One Direction

I never thought that I would be kidnapped. But then again, why shouldn’t I have expected it? Life was full of surprises, life isn’t fair and sometimes shitty things happen.
But I guess I wasn’t ready to die yet. So I opened my eyes, and underneath me, I saw Harry. His arms up, poised, ready to catch me.
And he does. He’s my saving grace, my angel. The fall propels him backwards, and he misses smashing his head on a rock by about half an inch. The breath is knocked out of me, and for a few minutes we lie there on the ground, me in his arms, his arms around my waist. I can’t believe I’m alive.
Can’t believe he saved my life. As awful as it is at the moment, it ‘s still better than dying. I realize that now. The last few days, I had wished for death. I didn’t want to be locked up in a house with five men whom I barely knew.
Even if they were nice to me. It didn’t matter. But I was grateful for Harry. The tree was about twenty feet high. I was at the very top. I would have died, or at the very least broken a few bones.
When we’re both breathing normally again, he scoops me up, not saying a word. I know better than to try to run, so I just stay there in his arms.
He still hadn’t said anything when we finally arrived at the house. We had been walking for about five minutes. I had no idea that I had ran so far into the woods.
He took me downstairs to the cement room where I had first awoken. The room was the same, grey walls and floors and the old cot in the very middle.
He dumps me on that cot and leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Never have I ever felt so alone and unwanted in my entire life. The worst part was that he didn’t even yell at me. He just left me here. He didn’t tell me when he was coming back, or how long it would be. If he was even going to come get me at all.
So, naturally, I did the only thing that felt natural after all of that had happened.
I sat up, and I cried. Cried for my family, missing me. For my friends, desperately worried about me. My relatives, my grandparents, and my teachers. All hoping I would return alive. And I tried, I did, I wanted to escape, to get out of here. Go back to my old life, school, and homework. Anything but this. I cried because at that moment I was completely alone, with nobody to make me feel better. Nobody to truly love me and kiss me and assure me. Just me, Amber, alone in the world.
I don’t know how long I had been crying. Maybe a few minutes, or a few hours. I had lost track of the time. All I know is that I heard locks and chains being slid out of place, and the door being opened.
And in walked Zayn, his hair disheveled and his eyes red and puffy from lack of sleep. I’m sure that I didn’t look much better. Probably worse. He wore a plain white tank top and black Nike sweatpants.
“Z-zayn?” I ask, my voice cracking.
He doesn’t answer, instead choosing to sit next to me. The cot squeaked in protest.
“Are…are you okay?” He sounds really worried. “Harry told me everything that happened…how you fell out of that tree.”
I don’t answer for a few minutes. “I think I’m okay.”
“I can see that you’ve been crying. A lot. What’s wrong?”
“Are you really asking me what’s wrong? I’m locked in this room, alone. My parents don’t know where I am. I’m alone. And now Harry hates me. I just want to go home!”
He doesn’t really know how to respond. Instead, he chooses to pull me into an embrace, me sitting sideways on his lap, head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat. He smells like laundry detergent, smoke, and a scent that I can’t identify. He smells like himself. Zayn Malik, mysterious, but caring. You feel so at ease with him, relaxed in his arms. And maybe I was crying a little bit, but so what? I needed to.
After a while, he picks me up, carrying me bridal style to my room. He puts me on the bed. I’m not tired though. Too upset to sleep.
He turns to leave, and I have a moment of panic.
“Zayn!” I start.
He turns around, a confused expression on his face.
“Please don’t leave me.”
He turns around and walks back to me, slowly. He sits back down on my bed, and I lean into him, savoring the warmth and just being around HIM.
I feel attracted to him, almost as if he understands me. My personality, my need to be free. Everything.
Zayn Malik is special. One of a kind.
With a snap, everything clicks into place.
I like Zayn Malik.

Notes

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Do you like Zamber (Zayn/Amber)? Or do you ship Namber (Niall/Amber) more? Does anyone ship Liamber (Liam/Amber)?