Kidnapped by One Direction

Realising this, I’m shocked. I barely know him. How can I like him?
It’s just because he’s comforting me. I know it.
“It’s okay, Zayn. I’m fine.” I say, getting up.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Bathroom.”
I walk into the bathroom that’s connected to my room. Stepping up to the sink, I splash some water on my face and look into the mirror.
I’m shocked by the thing staring back at me. That can’t be me.
I have sunken in eyes and matted, tangled hair. My face has dirt on it and I just look filthy.
I open the door a crack.
“Zayn?” I call.
“Yah babe?” He answers, sounding worried.
“I’m gonna take a shower, so you should probably just go back to bed or something.”
He doesn’t answer, but I hear the door open and close. He’s gone.
I strip off the mud-caked clothing and hop into the shower. Almost immediately, the water running off of my body turns brown. It feels good to have the hot water pulsing over me. For the first time in a few days, I actually feel okay. I can go about my business in peace.
First, I run the bar of soap over my body, taking care to avoid getting the soap in the cuts. They’ve healed a lot though. I can’t believe that Harry would do that to me. But then again, I can’t believe that he would save my life, either. I’m so confused.
After shampooing and conditioning my hair, I step out of the shower and grab a towel from the linen closet. Good thing I put those in there.
Now I tackle the painful task of brushing my hair. It’s still tangled pretty badly, but the conditioner helped. Finally, I get it brushed. I walk out of the bathroom in my towel, and look around the room.
Then I remember that I have nothing to change into. I have no clothes. But, Liam did throw the ones I was wearing the first day in the washer. Maybe he put them in the dryer afterwards?
I sprint to the laundry room and I’m very relieved when I find them neatly folded. Good. Otherwise, I don’t know what I would have done.
Making sure the door is closed, I slip my towel off and change into the clothes in record time. Then, I walk out into the hall to see if Niall is awake yet.
He isn’t, but I shake him awake anyways.
“Niall!” I whisper shout when he finally opens his eyes.
“What?” he whines.
“I need clothes.” I say, embarrassed. Suddenly he’s wide awake.
“Of course. Just let me get dressed and we can go to the mall.” He jumps out of bed, and I notice he’s in boxers and he has no shirt on. I blush wildly, but I can’t help noticing his well defined biceps as he pulls on jeans and a pair of trainers. Lastly, he puts a football jersey on.
“You ready?” He asks. I nod.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
We walk outside and get into his car, a black Bentley, and drive off. On the way there, he turns on the radio and sings along to every song. Listening to him sing is relaxing. His voice is so smooth and mellow. A bit later, we get there. Since it’s a Saturday, the mall is absolutely packed. I sigh. This is going to take forever.
As we get out of the car, Niall hands me sunglasses and a snapback. I look at him, confused.
“What are these for?”
“Trust me, you’ll want them on.” He sighs. I think I hear him mumble under his breath something like, “The boys are going to kill me.”
I wonder what he’s talking about, but choose to ignore it, instead slapping the hat onto my head and sliding on the sunglasses. I feel ridiculous, since it’s a cloudy day and the sun isn’t even out. But I need clothes, and I don’t want to get Niall angry.
As we walk into the mall, cameras flash everywhere. I’m so confused. Why are people taking pictures? I look around. Maybe there’s a celebrity nearby. I see nobody though, so I tug on Niall’s hand.
“What are they taking pictures of?” I ask
“Don’t worry about it, love. Just keep walking.”
I listen to him, and we walk into the mall. We go into a ton of different stores, Niall allowing me to buy whatever I want. He’s so sweet.
At the end of the shopping trip, I have 12 shirts, 9 pairs of jeans, a few pairs of sweatpants, panties, bras, socks, and hoodies. I’m still confused about the pictures, though. I can’t think of a reason as to why they would want to take pictures of Niall and I. He grabs my bags in one hand, and trust me, there are a lot of them. He’s so strong, and so, so cute.
We fight our way back to the car, Niall grabbing my hand to pull me through. My heart speeds up and I feel butterflies in my stomach at the sudden contact. For some reason, it just feels so right to be holding hands with Niall.
When we finally get back to the car, he places all of the bags in the backseat and we have to slowly edge our way out of the parking lot. When we finally get home, it’s around one. We left at nine.
“Thanks, Niall.” I say. I decide to be bold, and kiss him on the cheek. He turns red.
He’s so cute, honestly! Being the gentleman he gets out of the car and opens my door, and then grabs the bags. With his free hand, he grabs mine and pulls me inside.
As soon as we step into the house, the four other boys on the sofa look up. And they look really, really angry.
“Niall. Where WERE you?!” Louis spits. He looks angry, sad, and worried, all rolled up in one. He’s scaring me a little bit.
“She needed clothes. Don’t worry about it.”
Harry’s eyes bulge.
“You took her out?! IN PUBLIC? The paparazzi are going to be all over that! I can imagine the headlines now. “British boyband One Direction arrested for kidnapping girl” What is the matter with you, Niall? You’ve screwed us all over!”
The other boys get a look on their face as they start to process this information.
“Shit, mate! What the fuck!” Liam shouts. Zayn opens his mouth to talk, but Niall interrupts.
“I had her in a hat and glasses. They won’t recognise her. Just stop! Can’t you see you’re scaring her?”
I hadn’t realised that I was hiding behind Niall, but I was. Somehow, I get the feeling that he would protect me.
I think about everything they said, and one thing jumped out at me.
“One Direction?” I say. “That sounds familiar…” I can’t place where I’ve heard it, though.
“You mean…you don’t know who one direction is?” Zayn looks shocked.
“No…I don’t think so.” Why does he look so surprised?
“Well, first of all, it’s a band. A really popular band. And second of all…” Niall trails off, seemingly not able to finish.
So Harry finished for him. “We’re One Direction.”
Everything comes back to me. I remember. One of my friends, Cassie, was obsessed with one direction. I remember her showing me videos of the screaming fans, thousands of them, packed in arenas. It all rushes at me.
“You’re…One Direction?” I can’t breathe for a second. I think I need to sit down. I hobble over to the couch and collapse onto it.
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?!”
“Because. We didn’t know how you would react.” Liam answers.
“Well you should’ve told me.” I say.
“Don’t tell us what we should and shouldn’t tell you!” Harry snaps. I shrink back into the couch.
“Harry! Don’t yell at her!” Niall scolds. “C’mon babe, let’s go put this stuff away.” He winks. I smile when he calls me babe. I just realized, I like it when he does that. It makes me feel loved.
He holds his hand out, and I grab it. We go to my room, and start putting the clothes away.

Notes

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