Kidnapped by One Direction

After my new clothes are all folded and put away, we rejoin the rest of the boys in the living room. Strangely enough, they aren’t really talking. In fact, they all look nervous for some reason. Zayn’s drumming his fingers on his thighs, Louis is adjusting his fringe absentmindedly, Liam’s flexing and unflexing his muscles, while Harry keeps pulling at his chocolate brown curls. I wonder why they’re all so unsettled?
“Hey, lads.” Niall says after standing there awkwardly for a few seconds. None of them respond, so Niall and I take a seat on the couch next to them. Harry’s the only one who looks up.
“What’s wrong with you blokes?” Niall sounds concerned. Still, nobody answers, but Liam points to the tv. I hadn’t noticed that it was on.
I gasp when I see my name as a main story. Are people looking for me? The volume is off, so I can’t hear a word the news anchor is saying.
“Unmute it!” I hiss, scowling at them. Louis takes the remote and presses a button, and I hear my name.
“Amber Hollis went missing five days ago. Her parents say that she went for a jog at about seven pm, and never returned. Police have found almost no evidence; however, they say that they found tire marks at the scene of the crime. If you have any information, you are urged to call-“
Liam shuts the TV off before we can hear the number.
I don’t speak, silent tears forming in my eyes. No evidence, except for tire marks. Those won’t help.
I’ll never escape this hellhole. Never. What’s going to happen when they go on tour? Am I supposed to go with them? The police would never suspect One Direction as my kidnappers. Never. What am I supposed to do? Live with them forever? Until they don’t want me anymore? Until they decide that I’m just too broken and throw me out onto the street?
I don’t think anyone knows what to say. I certainly don’t.
I get up and turn on my heel, leaving the room.
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Liam finds me a few hours later, sobbing my eyes out into my pillow.
“Hey. What’s wrong?” he asks, sounding concerned.
“I’m going to be stuck here forever…” I sigh.
He starts rubbing my back. I want to shove his hand off, want to scream at him to leave, just leave and leave me here. But I’m just so exhausted. Just tired of staying strong through so much emotional trauma, intensified by the fact that I’m 15 fucking years old. I’m not strong enough to handle this…
I think I cry harder, if that’s even possible. Why am I so weak? Why can’t I stop crying? Nobody knows where I am and I’m never leaving.
“I know how you feel.” Liam says. “I’m sorry, I know…I know…” He repeats those words over and over again. My sobs have died down a bit. I look up at him, red puffy eyes and all. He looks…almost hurt. Like he really does know what it feels like to be ripped from your family and the life you once knew.
There’s a knock at the door.
“Come in!” Liam shouts.
The four other boys file in. They all look guilty, except for Harry. He just looks…angry.
Liam notices this, too.
“Harry, mate, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He answers shortly, shooting me a glare.
What’s his problem?
“So why are you all in here?” I ask.
“We just wanted to say sorry, I guess…” Zayn says awkwardly.
I don’t reply, and eventually Louis suggests Chinese food. He calls it in, and then there’s a big argument about whos going to go pick it up.
In the end, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall leave. Harry’s left to watch me.
As soon as he hears them peel out of the driveway, he’s on me.
“Did you think that you were going to get off that easily?” He laughs bitterly. Suddenly, I really wish Niall was here with me. Or Liam.
I shake my head, not really knowing what to do.
“You don’t fucking run away, you little bitch. You think that it’s that easy? Just run away? Nobody runs away from Harry Edward Styles.”
He traces my face with one finger. To say I’m afraid would be an understatement.
So suddenly that I feel it before I see it, he slaps me. My cheek stings and my eyes fill with tears that I refuse to let myself shed.
Just as quickly, his pants are coming off. For a moment, I don’t understand what he’s doing. But when I do, I shriek.
I try to get up, but he doesn’t let me. He pins my arms above my head, and I try to struggle, but he punches me above my eyebrow. The world starts getting blurry, but I force myself to focus. I won’t let him do this to me. I can’t let him do this to me.
His pants are off now, and somehow, mine are too. I’m in my panties and a bra, and he’s only in his boxers. I notice that he already has a large tent.
How can this turn him on? How can he get pleasure from this?
I’m terrified, and I start to scream. Loud, throat-tearing screams. He just slaps me again and grabs my t-shirt off of the floor, stuffing it in my mouth like a gag. He removes my bra and my face flushes.
The next thing I know, Niall is above me, punching Harry straight between the eyes. His eyes flash to me, topless with a gag in my mouth.
“I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have left you with him…” Niall is crying, I can see that. Why is he crying for me?
“Are you alright, princess?” he looks at me. Concern fills his eyes.
“Y-yeah…” I lie. My heart feels like it’s been torn out and stomped on. How could Harry try to rape me?
He hands me my pants and I put them on. For some reason, I don’t care if Niall sees me. I know for a fact that he wouldn’t hurt me. I grab my bra and put it on, followed by my shirt.
Niall grabs me and holds me close to his chest. I really just want to stay here forever, safe in his arms.
Then he does something unexpected.
He pushes me back, and for a moment I feel rejected and hurt.
And then he kisses me.

Notes

well shit
what did you think of it? like it? hate it?