Kidnapped: A Harry Styles Fanfic

Welcome to my very first story! Here is the first chapter/ sneak peak! 

"Faith what's my surprise?" I ask as I squirm excitedly in the passenger seat of the black range rover.

"You will find out soon calm down!" chuckles Faith. You see here? She knows I totally despise surprises.

"May I pretty please take off my blindfold?" I ask again.

"No!" Faith comments while turning up the radio.

You- don't- know-a-o-you-don't-know-you-beautiful!

"Ah, turn it off!" I shout aimlessly. Shoving my hands on ears to block out One Direction. 

"Calm down Abby, it's only One Direction," Faith sighs.

"Yes, I know, and yet somehow you are so fond of them," I retort playfully.

"And like ell' you aren't!" Faith reasons. And let me just get something clear. I hate One Direction. Why? Because they are a bunch of singing talentless bozos. Sorry, to burst your bubble, but hey, that's my opinion. They have voices, they just seem to not use them correctly.

"Ha, you know I hate them," I say, smirking because I know it will bother Faith.

"And yet, we are best friends," Faith said.

"Yeah we are, and that's why I am so happy your not making me go to the One Direction concert that is tonight. Instead your taking me on a girls night out! Wooh!" I scream. I aimlessly fist punch the air in mild celebration.

"Ha, yeah...." I honestly wish I could see her face. That wasn't convincing, miscellaneous thoughts swirled around my head as to what she could have been hiding. Then it dawned on me.

"Faith? We aren't are we?" I ask seriously now. All the fun and playfulness has suddenly left my voice. She better not have. She promised me a girl's night out on the town! I was ready to go clubbing!

"Haha surprise?" she mimicked like a kid that just got caught stealing candy from the candy jar. I rip off the  black and white blindfold to see her smiling slyly. I rolled and eyes harshly, and slouch down into my car seat.

"Bitch," I mumble.

"Please Abby, for my 18th birthday present?" Faith pleads.

"No."

"Pleeeaassseee."

"No."

"Pretty please with sugar and berries and ice cream?"

Thinking quietly to myself, I knew that Faith was just as stubborn at me, and since she was the one driving--there was nothing I could really do.

"Fine."

" Abby, do not worry they will love you and me!" she screams I roll my eyes.

"It's not like we are meeting them right?" My statement turns into more of a question.

"Yes, we are and you will not say anything mean or I will hate you forever." she threatens. I take a deep sigh and nod my head. Of course if we had tickets, Faith would've purchased the VIP tickets.

I drift of as I stared out into the London foggy air. I see everything from the wondering lights to bright planes passing through the air to get to London Regional Airport, and all the way to the breathtaking view of Big Ben and the London Eye.

I was not originally from England, I actually grew up in the States or America. I moved here last year to live with my grandmother. She was looking for better opportunities for me, to her I have a musical gift.