A/N: Heidi is in for a world of pain by the end of this chapter! Title inspired by the song by my favourite band Paramore.

I groan as I roll over and snuggle into my pillow, trying to get comfortable. Getting fed up, I bring myself into a sitting position. "What the hell is wrong with my bed!" I shout. That's when I realise that the reason why my bed was so uncomfortable was because it wasn't my bed. I was sleeping on the floor. "Well that probably explains my crook neck." I yawn, rubbing the back of my neck as if it would ease the pain.

My vision was blurry and still in Sleep Mode. Even without my sight, I felt like something was… off. I stand up and stretch every part of my body, sighing in content at the satisfying crack that came with it. Much better. I rub the sleep from my eyes and then wished I hadn't. I was not in my room, I was in Niall's. I wasn't in my bed, I was sleeping on the floor because I opened my big mouth and said I'd rather sleep on the floor.

Standing up I turn my gaze towards the window and lose myself in multitude of vast green trees, taller than the roof of one's house. A plan began to formulate in the back of my head, despite the constant protest of my conscious. If I jumped out the window, I could sneak around the house and hot-wire their car. By this time, one of them would've probably noticed my absence but it would be too late, I would be driving off to the nearest airport and book myself the first ticket back to Barcelona. What good can the tracking device they have on me be when I'm in a different country under the protection of Interpol? I would be leading them straight to the police.

What kind of kidnappers would leave their captive unattended? How stupid and careless are they?

I smiled to myself as I imagined the outcome of my plan. This could actually work! I cheered to myself. Standing on my tiptoes, I unlock the latch on the window and pull it up, only to find that it wouldn't budge. I try again and again and again and each time I received the same result. I puff my cheeks out in annoyance when I see that extra lock on the bottom of the window. Looking at it, I groan when I see the keyhole. "Lo juro!" I cursed in my mother tongue. "Of course there is more than one freaking lock!" There goes that brilliant idea!

My angry thoughts were interrupted when I heard footsteps. I look around desperately for a place to hide. Under the bed to obvious. I'm too big to fit in the wardrobe. The only thing that came to mind was to pretend I was still asleep and that is what I did. I snuggle under the blankets so my head is just barely poking out, my back facing the door as I pretend to snore softly.

The footsteps stop and the door creak open. Please not be Niall! I pray quietly. Anybody but him! I cringe inwardly as the footsteps come towards me. I squeeze my eyes close and pull the blankets closer to me. "Hey!" I voice whispers, shaking my shoulder. I stay still, trying to make my fake sleeping the least bit believable.

The person lets out an annoyed sigh. "Fucking bitch… Wake up!" He shouts as he shakes my shoulders once again but only more violent and rough that I thought my head would fall off my shoulders! I bolt upright, scared beyond my wits. I'm glad I wasn't actually asleep… imagine that! I roll over and see the brunette haired guy who I think Niall said was… Louis? "What time is it?" Louis rolled his eyes and flicked my forehead, hard. I recoil and rub my sore head. "Rule number 3; do not speak unless spoken to." He reminded me with a sarcastic edge in his voice. I go to open my mouth but one glare from Louis closes it. "I suggest if you want to live through till the next day, you obey the rules understand?" He hissed. "I understand…" I whisper as he towered over me. "Niall wants you downstairs in ten minutes." He said bluntly as he left the room slamming the door hard behind him.

I just sat there, staring at the door. All I could hear was my fast beating heart, the throbbing of my head and laughing coming from downstairs. Wait! Laughing? Without bothering to change back into my clothes, I tiptoe as quiet as I could down the stairs. The voices grew louder and sounded like they were coming from the lounge room. Creeping along the wall, I press my back against it and peak around the corner.

I cover my mouth with my own hand to stop myself from making any kind of gasp or noise. They were all in there, watching the TV. I pull back and try to ease my racing heart. Taking this as my que to leave and escape while they're preoccupied, I stop in my tracks when I hear something that catches my attention. Leaning back against the wall again, I slid to the ground and peaked around the corner at the TV. My eyes grow wide when I see my picture near the news headline. Finally! Someone has noticed my absence! I think to myself as I listen in on what the reporter says.

Esto acaba de llegar , una joven envejeció unos 16 a 18 como ha declarado desaparecido después de la policía registró su apartamento español en Barcelona a finales del pasado la noche. Ella ha sido identificada como Heidi Thompson - un joven estudiante universitario Ley estudio y la fotografía y la hermana menor de oficial de la Interpol Connor Thompson .

Además, las delicatessen locales que se dice que han pasado cinco minutos de distancia del apartamento de Heidi Thompson fue roto en la misma noche que ella desapareció . Su jeep fue encontrado fuera de la tienda de delicatessen . Ahora vamos en vivo a la escena del crimen.

The TV then changes to the blonde reporter dressed in formal black and white clothes, mic held close to her chest, notes in hand and standing in front of my Jeep. Police were everywhere in the background along with yellow police tape.

Sí Mónica que es correcto . Negro Cherokee Jeep de la señorita Heidi Thompson puede ser visto estacionado detrás de mí . La policía ha encontrado una gran cantidad de pertenencias dentro del vehículo , incluyendo una cartera, un 6 iPhone y una cámara digital . La policía registró el Deli para encontrar que el cajero había sido brutalmente asesinada . Los deli yacían en desorden como si hubiera habido una lucha.

La policía ha vinculado el asesinato y el secuestro con la reciente fuga de Niall Horan y Liam Payne . Connor Thompson - poli cabeza ante Interpol ha llevado a cabo una búsqueda en toda España y en Europa para la joven. Si alguien ha visto o escuchado algo o si usted tiene alguna información sobre este tema , por favor, pasar al frente y en contacto con las autoridades inmediatamente. Volver a la que Mónica !

I tuned out after that. Big brother had sent out a search party for me! I needed to get out of here. I needed to tell him where I was. As quietly as possible I tiptoe past the lounge room and into the kitchen. A smile stretches across my face when I see a phone lying on the counter-top. Looking around to make sure it was remotely safe, I pick up the phone and dial the first number that pops into my head.

The phone rings once… twice… "Hello? Connor Thompson speaking." His voice says through the speakers of the phone. Oh how I've longed to hear his voice. "Connor, it's me Heidi." I whisper into the phone. I could just hear the smile in his voice. "Heidi!? Oh my god! You're okay!" He exclaims. "Not… exactly." I say with a shrug.

"Where are you?" he asked. I gulped. "I'm somewhere in Holland Amsterdam. In a big house in the middle of a forest I think. I've been kidnapped." I say. All I heard was heavy breathing on the other side.

"Please, Connor. You have to help me. I'm scared." I cry. "Heidi, I'm sending in a search team to Amsterdam as we speak. Everything will be fine." He reassured. His words didn't lessen my fear or nerves one bit. I had a feeling that nothing would be fine until I am safe in big brother's arms and One Direction are back in jail where they belong. Then and only then will I feel safe and not scared. "Hey!" A voice shouts.

I whip around to see Liam standing at the kitchen entrance, his face scrunched up in anger and shock. "What do you think you're doing?!" He yelled. I heard Connor's voice shouting on the phone but I ignored him. The only thing my brain told me to do was run. Dropping the phone to the ground, I turn around to run out the back door when I slam into something or rather someone's chest hard.

I look up and saw Zayn glaring down at me. Before I could flee, he grips my arms tight and brings them behind my back. "Leaving so soon boo?" he mocks with an evil smile as he and Liam drag me into the lounge room. This isn't going to end well…


A/N: Cliff hanger!!!!! Because I'm mean like that >:) Until the next chapter! Translations included in the notes at the end of the chapter :)

Notes

Even though people in Holland speak Dutch, I thought it would make more sense to have them watching a Spanish news channel (with subtitles for the boys of course) so that Heidi can understand it. Here's the translation:

Esto acaba de llegar , una joven envejeció unos 16 a 18 como ha declarado desaparecido después de la policía registró su apartamento español en Barcelona a finales del pasado la noche. Ella ha sido identificada como Heidi Thompson - un joven estudiante universitario Ley estudio y la fotografía y la hermana menor de oficial de la Interpol Connor Thompson - This just in, a young girl aged around 16 to 18 as been declared missing after police searched her Spanish apartment in Barcelona late last night. She has been identified as Heidi Thompson - a young university student study Law and photography and younger sister to Interpol officer Connor Thompson. Además, las delicatessen locales que se dice que han pasado cinco minutos de distancia del apartamento de Heidi Thompson fue roto en la misma noche que ella desapareció . Su jeep fue encontrado fuera de la tienda de delicatessen . Ahora vamos en vivo a la escena del crimen - Also, the local deli which is said to have been five minutes away from Heidi Thompson's apartment was broken into the same night that she went missing. Her jeep was found outside the deli. We now go live to the scene of the crime.
Sí Mónica que es correcto . Negro Cherokee Jeep de la señorita Heidi Thompson puede ser visto estacionado detrás de mí . La policía ha encontrado una gran cantidad de pertenencias dentro del vehículo , incluyendo una cartera, un 6 iPhone y una cámara digital . La policía registró el Deli para encontrar que el cajero había sido brutalmente asesinada . Los deli yacían en desorden como si hubiera habido una lucha - Yes Monica that's right. Miss Heidi Thompson's black Cherokee Jeep can be seen parked behind me. Police have found a multitude of belongings inside the vehicle including a wallet, an iPhone 6 and a digital camera. Police searched the Deli to find that the cashier had been brutally murdered. The deli lay in disarray as if there had been a struggle.
La policía ha vinculado el asesinato y el secuestro con la reciente fuga de Niall Horan y Liam Payne . Connor Thompson - poli cabeza ante Interpol ha llevado a cabo una búsqueda en toda España y en Europa para la joven. Si alguien ha visto o escuchado algo o si usted tiene alguna información sobre este tema , por favor, pasar al frente y en contacto con las autoridades inmediatamente. Volver a la que Mónica ! - Police have linked the killing and kidnapping with the recent escape of Niall Horan and Liam Payne. Connor Thompson - head cop at Interpol has conducted a search throughout all of Spain and Europe for the young girl. If anyone has seen or heard anything or if you have any information on this matter, please come forward and contact authorities immediately. Back to you Monica!