Kidnapped by One Direction

Stripes, Pain, and Sweet

 They all looked at him, coldly. Niall looked down and sat down. “What did he tell you?” He asked. I shook my head, resembling nothing. He stood up. “What did he tell you?” he asked more madly. I shook my head again, but faster as he towered me. I looked down at his clenched fists. He raised his arm, but I screamed. “I swear!” I yelled. I was telling the truth. Niall didn’t really tell me anything. I looked up at him, in the eyes. “I swear.” I mumbled. His jaw began to relax as did his fists. The boys were all worried-looking. 

 I reached to my cheek and wiped the tear that fell. Quiff sat down on the couch, and looked at Niall. I sat down. I opened the coke, and held it to my lip as I closed my eyes, ready for a drink for my parched throat. The drink disappeared from my lip, as I didn’t get to drink one bit. I looked up. Zayn slapped the drink from my lip. “WH-…” I started to yell. “You can’t drink that. Cokes are for us.” He said looking down at me. “What can I drink then?” I asked impatiently. “Water.” He said. I rolled my eyes, and looked at the coke poured on the ground. Zayn looked at it too, then back at me. “Clean that up.” He ordered. I stood up, and looked at him. I was far out of reach from calming down, but I ended up doing it. “No.” I said putting my hands on my hips.

 He raised his eyebrows at me. “What did you say?” He asked. I looked him in the eyes, down to the core. “I said, NO.” I repeated. He clenched his fists. “I will give you one more chance,” he started. I raised my eyebrows. “Pick it up,” he started one again. He got closer, in a threatening way. “NOW.” He demanded. I smiled. “No.” I simply replied. 

 I was down on the floor. My cheek was burning. I felt it. Did he just hit me? I put both hands on my cheek and held it, trying to smooth it. I looked up at quiff. I began to cry. He looked furious. Curls came and got down on my level. He pried off my fingers, and looked at my cheek. He cupped it. “It’s oka-…” He started. I stood up. “OKAY? IT’S OKAY?” I screamed. I looked at them all. “I WAS GOING TO GO HOME TO MUM, AND TAKE CARE OF HER, AND I GOT KIDNAPPED. KIDNAPPED! I’M BEING FORCED TO WORK FOR EIGHTEEN TO TWENTY-YEAR-OLD SELF-CENTERED BRATS WHO CAN’T TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES!” I screamed at them all. They all looked hurt. “I didn’t ask for this.” I mumbled. “And I most certainly didn’t ask for any of you.” I said looking at them all. 

 I walked into the hall, and opened the door that said bathroom. I slammed it shut, and locked it. I slammed my back up against it. I felt defeated, although after that, I felt proud of what I said. Wait…it’s just going to make them madder. I slid my back down the door as I muttered curse words under my breath.

     Fifteen minutes later, I was still sitting on the bathroom floor with my back against the door. I heard a knock. “Hello? Uh… girl?” They asked. “Go away!” I yelled, wiping my tears. “Please, let me in?” they asked in a sweet way. I stood up, and opened the door just a bit, to see someone in stripes. “What do you want?” I asked. He looked at me. “Can I come in?” he asked. I looked him up and down. I nodded, and let him in. He sat down on the toilet seat as he held his nose. I sat down on the floor in front of him. “Some air freshener wouldn’t bother!” He cried. I smiled. “Har har.” I laughed sarcastically. He smiled at me. 

  “Zayn is sorry.” He said. I looked up at him, and raised my eyebrows. “Whatever.” I mumbled. “Anyway, my name is Louis!” he yelled as he smiled. He held out his hand. “I’m Perrie.” I smiled. I shook his hand. “Beautiful name!” he said. “thanks.” I thanked him. I stood up, and shook off my skirt. “Come on.” He said. I took his hand, and we slowly left the bathroom. I squeezed his hand when I saw Zayn. My cheek was still swollen. Zayn flicked his eyes to mine. He stood up, and came over to me. When his hands moved to me, I flinched. He let out a small gasp that he made me flinch. Lou let go of my hand, and sat down on the couch. Zayn hugged me. “I’m so, so, so sorry.” He whispered in my ear. I hugged him back. “Just…don’t do it again.” I sighed. He turned my head, and kissed where the mark was. It burned at first, but then I felt no pain.