∇I Kidnapped One Direction∇

Chapter 26

Layla

I was half asleep daydreaming about life, what it would be like if I go to jail for 9 months. I would probably fit in after 1 month of being there. I'll be out somewhere next year near the end of January.

I don't regret kidnapping them. They seem nice. Besides them pranking me, I like them. I like all of them at the same time. No matter how quiet and angry they would get around me, I like them. They made my life worth living. They made me feel confident about what I wear for going out in public. Besides Luke and Ashton, they've been my close friends. The number one thing I like about them is that each of them has a different personality. One is this quiet dark, mysterious but then again humorous being. Love that about him. It's almost as if he's the king of serious humor. He would talk about his day when he's having a good day. Then he would be serious and pouty whenever he's having a really effed-up day.

Then there's this sassy fun machine who would look as if he would get into any group at school. He can sometimes be weird at times but then sassy the next day. He's different I love that about him.

Then there's this weirdo, who is fun and shy sometimes. Always trying to act cute. Smiley is one word to describe him. He's always smiling. He can be caring and protective. He tries very hard to come up with a good joke. I don't just laugh at the ridiculous joke he makes up, I laugh at how red he gets when he noticed that he said something off the topic. Love that about him.

Then there's this sensitive being who would laugh his brains off when someone makes a pathetic joke. Whenever he laughs I know he is having a good day. When I noticed I haven't heard a word coming out of his mouth I know that he's been having a really bad day. I would try and cheer him up by putting music on and dancing until he smirks at how silly I am. He's a really generous person and I love that about him.

Then there's this independent being who is very protective and intelligent with someone he cares about. He would make sure things are in order and that things are doing great. He would put people on check at times but that's what makes his independent feature make him look like a softie. He may look like one of those body-built people who would work out 2 times a day, day and night, but inside that beautiful mind is a person who cares about people's lives. He's the type that would stick by someone through thick and thin. I love that about him.

Now that I probably won't see them again after all of these months, I will feel miserable, lacking their presence and weird personality.

The door opened and closed. I looked up and the same lady from before came in. She was holding the same blue file in her hand. I dropped my head and stared at the silver table.

"As you can see, I'm in here to tell you that you are going to jail." A wave of hurt started from my upper chest down to my legs in a cool breeze. But I kept a neutral expression and nodded. She sat down.

"I know this is hard on you, but you'll be out before you know it, I promise." I nodded and kept my head down shielding away my emotions.

She stood up and walked out of the room. I breathed out one breath and started crying. I let out all the hurt that's kept inside of me. All the tears were all the bad memories coming back to me.

The first time I liked someone and he turned me down once my friend asked for me. He said that he would kill himself if he ever went out with me. The time when I had my first boyfriend when I was 13 my ex-best friend took him away from me. She was jealous. The time when I couldn't trust anyone and to the point where I wanted to end myself. I guess music helped me. I guess certain lyrics helped me through all of the stress.

I heard the door open. I didn't bother looking up. I closed my eyes and sighed.

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A/N:
Remember they wait at least 2-3 minutes before the next person comes in.
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