Kidnapped by One Direction

When I wake up, sunlight is streaming in through the light linen curtains. I groan and sit up. What time is it?
Surprisingly, Niall is awake and on his phone.
“Hey Ni.” I yawn, stretching.
“Morning, love.” He grins. “The fans want me to take a selfie with you.”
“Noo!” I moan. “My hair’s probably a mess!” I hide my face under the covers.
“Cmon, babe!” he says. “You look fine!”
He tries to take the blanket off, but I’m faster than that. I jump out of bed and run into the bathroom, locking the door.
I look in the mirror. My hair is a mess and my eyes are red. Niall is so dead!
I peel off my clothes and jump into the shower, scrubbing my hair and trying to finger-comb it. I shave and put conditioner in, as well.
I’m disturbed by a loud banging on the door.
“Amber!” Niall whines. “Let me in, babe, I have to peeee!”
I giggle and finish washing the soap out of my hair before wrapping myself in a towel and unlocking the door. He runs in past me and I hear him unzip his fly, and then the sound of pee hitting the water.
“Gross, Niall! You couldn’t wait until I left?” I complain.
“I had to go!” He responds. I roll my eyes, but find myself smiling. He’s so cute. I can’t be mad at him.
I walk out of the bathroom and pull clothes on after drying myself with the towel. Then, I brush my hair and begin to dry it.
Niall walks out of the bathroom. When I turn around, he’s naked!
“Niall!” I shriek, covering my eyes with my hands. “Put some clothes on!”
“What do you think I’m doing?” he asks. I can practically hear him roll his eyes.
“Okay, I’m dressed now.” He says. I turn around.
“I’m hungry. Let’s go make breakfast.” He smiles.
Of course he’s hungry. Niall Horan is always hungry.
We go downstairs and make waffles, drawing the other boys out of their rooms.
“Smells great!” Louis sings, stumbling into the kitchen in flannel pj pants.
“Hi Lou!” I grin at him.
“Morning!” He ruffles my hair as he walks past me.
Next to come to the kitchen is Zayn. He looks sleepy, but his hair is still perfect.
“Hey guys!” he greets. “Whatcha makin?”
“Waffles and bacon.” Niall tells him. As Zayn begins making a cup of tea, the waffle maker beeps. Niall’s busy with the bacon so I open the machine and carefully remove the waffle, placing it on a plate. As I begin to drizzle syrup over it, someone claps their hands over my eyes.
I scream, pulling away. Behind me, I see Liam and the rest of the boys laughing at me.
“Liam, you arse!” I yell at him. He giggles and I roll my eyes, turning back to my waffle.
“Where’s Harry?” I hear Liam ask.
“Dunno.” Niall answers truthfully.
“I’ll find him.” Louis volunteers.
“Nah mate, just leave ‘im.” Says Zayn.
At that moment I see Harry standing against the wall outside of the doorway, just in my line of sight, motioning for me to follow him. My eyes grow, and I shake my head minutely. He scowls at me, daring me to disobey him with his eyes. I look around, realizing that nobody but me knows that he’s there.
I start to say Niall’s name, but Harry stops me with a slight raise of his fist.
Niall must have noticed me staring.
“What is it, darling?” he asks, peeking around the corner. Harry’s gone. He must have slipped away when he heard Niall’s voice. What if Harry hurts me again? What if this time, he kills me?
“Nothing…I just was thinking, is all.” I lie. How can I lie to the only person I somewhat trust in this house? He doesn’t look convinces, but leaves it alone. I can tell that he doesn’t believe me. Niall protects me from Harry, but what if he catches me alone?
That’s exactly what happens that evening as I’m brushing my teeth. Someone covers my eyes, and I think that it’s just Liam again. I giggle. The person spins me around, and I let out a surprised gasp.
“Get away from me, Harry!” I demand. He doesn’t respond, grabbing my hands and pinning me against the wall. We’re so close that our noses are almost touching, and I can feel his hot breath on my face. It smells like liqueur.
“Don’t tell me what to do, you cunt!” He yells.
I choose to do something potentially risky. I had seen a video somewhere, probably on YouTube, that if a guy is pinning you, you’re meant to knee him in the jaw and run away.
That’s what I did, and he fell hard, whacking his head on the marble flooring in the bathroom. It made a sick cracking noise, and for a second I’m worried. Then I remember what’s really important.
I run, desperately trying to get to someone’s room. Anyone but Harry would be preferred at the moment.
I get to the hallway where all of our rooms are located, and pick a random one.
There’s nobody in it, but from my week long stay here I can tell that it’s Zayn’s.
I look wildly around the room, searching for somewhere to hide. Under the bed? Too cliché. He would definitely find me there. After a minute of looking, I realise the obvious hiding spot.
Zayn likes to draw, sometimes large pictures. He even spray painted his walls. He likes to draw and paint on huge rolls of paper. The paper is like wrapping paper, but much taller. Six feet or so. In the corner of his room, there are five rolls of them leaning against the wall. I dodge behind them just as I hear Harry walking up the hallway, opening every door and searching the room for a few minutes before moving to the next one.
Soon he opens Zayn’s door, and looks around the room.
“Amber?” he growls. His anger is evident in his tone of voice.
He approaches my hiding spot, and I hold my breath, prepared to be found…

Notes

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