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CHAPTER FOUR

Luella~

I wake up with my whole body in pain. Arms, legs, head, finger, goes, everything. I haven't opened my eyes yet and quite frankly, I didn't want to. The thought of opening my eyes and not knowing where I am terrified me. As I'm laying on the hard surface these people call a bed, I hear the door being unlocked and a honey-like voice speaks out.

"Luella?" The voice speaks in a surprisingly soft tone.

I don't dare to open my eyes.

"Luella. I know you're awake, your breathing changed." he says. Not an ounce of harshness in his voice. "I'm not going to hurt you, I want you to feel comfortable."

I squint my eyes, slightly opening them.

"You want me to feel comfortable? You fucking kidnapped me!" I croak out, voice hoarse.

"I know, I know. I can't tell you why but it will all make sense in the end." He speaks, voice sounding sincere. "I'm Louis. Louis Tomlinson."

I stay quiet not wanting to talk to him. Why is he trying to be nice?

"Uh well um... I was thinking maybe you could go upstairs with me and the boys? Get to know each other as well you know... we'll be spending a lot of time together."

" yes of course! I'd love to spend the day bonding with my kidnappers. "I say sarcastically.

"Look Luella, I can't tell you anything other than this is to keep you safe. And there's a spare bedroom upstairs with an actual bed and bathroom you can stay in. Instead of...here."

I look up at him at his request.

"Well if it means I get to leave this shit hole of a room I'm down."

He looks down at the floor and smiles, looking back at me he says:

"Great, I'll go tell the boys you're coming up. Stay here I'll be back in a second to help you, your whole body must be aching from sleeping on that" He points at the bed I'm currently on.

"You have no idea" I say.

He gives me a shy smile and leaves.

He's nice...too nice....suspiciously nice..

"Alright, let's get you up and going.'' I hear Louis say. He helps me get up and up the stairs, holding my arm as support so I don't accidently fall. He opens the door from the basement, where I've been staying, and ho-ly shit. The corridor leading up to the living room looks like its been taken from a fucking palace. The red and white fancy wallpaper and the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling- you'd never think this belonged to them.

"Oh my god" I whisper in astonishment.

"You like it?" Louis says giddily.

"You bet your ass I do, this place is like royalty. Maybe I'm not so mad that you kidnapped me." I joke playfully.

I look over to louis and see a smile spread across his face "You and me are going to be great friends, I can feel I"

I smile back and we continue following the direction of the corridor, making small talk along the way. Turning the corner I see a huge room, the living room. Two boys sat on the black, leather sofa in the middle of the living room, shouting at the tv, they seem to be playing some football game... FIFA? I've heard Taylors younger brother always talk about it. He taught me how to play, then he'd say about me beating him in every round. I smile to myself at the nice memory, I miss everyone.

"You fucking moron! That was so clearly a penalty!" I hear one of the boys shout, He seems to have an Irish accent. I wonder if he's Irish.

"Shut your fucking mouth before I put my gun down your throat and make you choke on it." The deep boy besides him says. I cant tell who it is...brown, curly, shaggy hair...