kidnapped by one direction

CHAPTER 34

HOW THE HELL DO I ALREADY HAVE 18K LIKE WHAT THE HELL DDNT I HAVE 1 READ YESTERDAY

Niall's Perspective

I woke up the next morning more tired than usual. I slowly rolled out of the bed, and got up, stretching out my arms. I doubt any of the other boys were awake, so I went into the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of milk, and made a sandwich.

"Hey, Niall," Liam bursts into the room, all ready, but not looking happy. I frown, "What's wrong?"

"Read this."

Liam slaps a paper onto the counter, and I pick it up. It was printed from a website, I could tell. I read what it had to say.

"Shit," I cursed. "She's going to be so mad."

"I know," Liam mutters, picking up the paper. I glare down at my hands. I could've done something to stop the news. But no, I didn't.

"It's my faul-"

"Don't." Liam smacked the paper onto the counter. "Don't blame it on yourself. It's nobodies fault, alright?"

I groan, "fine, but what are we going to do?"

"Tell her," he suggested, "better than keeping it from her. She'll find out by the fans if we keep it from her."

"Yeah," I nod, pulling out my phone, "I'm going to check what our fans are telling her over Twitter and what not."

"I already checked."

We whip our heads toward where the voice came from. It was Morgan. Standing there.

"Baby I'm so sorry," I cry, going over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Everything will be okay."

"Everything is okay, Niall."

"You don't have to lie-"

"I'm not. They're not hating on me. They're telling me to stay strong, that I'm beautiful and amazing," She smiled, "only a few people have told me that they're glad I cut myself. But, I'm perfectly okay with that."

"That's amazing," I smiled back, nuzzling my nose into her neck. "You really are beautiful. And I love you."

One day there will be a 'will you marry me' the end of that sentence.

• • •

Morgan's Perspective

The boys left for rehearsal. I stayed home.

I sat on the couch, and took out my phone.

Maybe I lied to Niall.

Everyone was saying they're glad. Well, not everyone. Around forty percent of the Directioners are saying they're glad I did those things. They're obviously not real fans. I mean, they should be happy their idol got a girlfriend, and not upset that the girl stole their idol from them. It's mostly twelve years olds, anyway. And, I don't want to be rude, but they won't get a chance with the boys. The boys are ten years older, no possibility. Maybe if you're sixteen and plus.

I hum along to Ed Sheeran as I make a sandwich for myself. I love Ed Sheeran, and sandwiches. They're both amazing.

"Cause they say she's in the class A Team," I sing along to the lyrics. Suddenly, my phone begins to ring. I scream, jumping back.

That startled me, okay?

"Heylo?" I ask, answering the call.

"Lock the windows tonight," a deep voice says. I scream, nearly ending the call, until laughing was heard on the other end.

"KANE YOU FUCKTARD," I scream. He laughs, "you sounded like a girl."

"I am offended, I am a girl."

"I know, I'm sorry," I could hear the smile in his voice. I COULD HEAR IT.

"Shut up."

I look at my sandwich. I accidentally threw it in the air. Now it laid in pieces on the floor.

"I hate you, you made me drop my sandwich! YOU OWe me A NEW ONE!" I whine. Kane laughs, "here. I'll send one through the phone."

"Oh, ham! I love ham," I say after a minute, pretending there was a sandwich in front of me. "But, it's moldy."

"Eat it, loser," Kane demands, and I laugh. He does too.

"Shut up, dick head," I retort.

"No thanks, munchkin."

"I'm not short, shit ball."

"Don't fucking swear, dipwad."

"You're not Five Seconds of Summer, wannabe."

"You'll never meet them, whore."

"You're ugly, man slut."

"Gee thanks, idiot."

"You're . . . a, you're a pumpkin." I tried.

"Wow. That's just, too far. I'm dead. You killed me with your words," Kane says dramatically. I laugh, "funny."

"I know. I'm hilarious," Kane laughs. His laugh is, cute.

What what.

What.

I didn't say that.

No, you thought it.

What.

What.

I'm having a conversation with myself.

Yeah, you are.

Okay shut up.

"You there?" Kane asks.

"Huh? No, I died, sorry," I reply.

"Okay, whose this?"

"A cat," I reply. I try to do my best impression of a cat, "meow."

"You sounded like a dying cow, Morgan."

"Why you gotta' be so rude? Don't you know I fucking hate you," I sang, smiling.

"Love you too."

"Yeah, I love me too."

"Morgan," Kane replies shortly.

"That's me!"

"Aye, I gotta go. My little sister is freaking out that I'm talking to you, she's saying how you're Niall's girlfriend and stuff and she's getting pale I think she might faint." Kane sounded off.

"Oh, okay. Talk to you later."

"Bye," he says, a loud crash in the background, and some deep voice yelling.

"Bye, Kane," I reply. He hung up as I heard glass breaking. I stare at my phone. What was that?

Niall suddenly walks in, "Morgan. Whose Kane?"

Hey guys. This was just a filler I guess. I might take a small break from this story, I don't know. I wanna start on my new one.

OKAY BUT I HAVE 18K READS. WHAT THE HELL.

I AM FREAKING OUT. I ALMOST HAVE 19K NOW. WHAT IF I GET 20K BEFORE SPRING? I'LLPROBABLY DIE OK

ANYWAYS ILY ALL SO MUCH AND I JUST WANT TO HUG ALL OF YOU STAY STRONG AND TALK TO ME If yoU NEED TO OKAY

BYE MY PeASANTS