Forbidden Love | A One Direction Fanfiction

Conflicted

I awake to the sound of footsteps in the corridor. I watch the light peeking underneath the door and watch the shadows dancing. I glance towards the alarm clock on the bedside table. It read 3:38 am. I groggily climb out of the bed and slip into my fluffy white bunny slippers. I tiptoe out of the room and try finding my way towards the kitchen.

The house looked a lot bigger now that there aren't people walking around from every direction. I eventually find the kitchen and attempt to grab coconut water from the tall fridge. I stand on my tiptoes and reach towards the top shelf but struggle with no luck.

The bottle is too hard to reach for someone as petite as me. The bottle is taken from my reach and I feel a strange warmth from behind me. I turn and notice the strong arms that envelope me from behind. I glance up at the tall, muscular frame of one of the most good looking men I've ever seen in my life, and that's not many for a small-town girl like me. I struggle to catch my breath as he continues to loom over me mysteriously. His intoxicating scent fills my senses as my eyes glance up at his jaw, covered with stubble. His eyes flutter over my shocked face as I take in the rest of his frame. His brown hair, slightly curled with blonde strands complement his dark eyes and sharp jaw.
He's still holding onto the glass bottle of coconut water as I'm still pressed against the refrigerator. I watch as he takes a sip of the water with a sneaky glint in his eyes and turns to walk away to leave the kitchen.

"Liam." He mutters quietly as he leaves.

I stood there still for a moment, unable to process what just happened. The man had a figure of a statue yet the complexion of a Greek god. His muscles crept through the seams of his dress shirt and his toned abs seeped through their thin material. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled to his elbows, tattoos dark and sharp covered the length of his arms. I had noticed all the guys I had met had tattoos covering their hands. They had to mean something. And I was determined to find out what.

I eventually collected myself and my thoughts and carried my tired, petite self to the living room and parked myself onto the armchair that was situated in the corner of the big room beside the arch window.

I couldn't remember when I had fallen asleep but woke up to the bright sun shining through the window, the heat warming my milky skin. I had been covered with a soft blanket and a cushion had been placed under my head. My wispy blonde hair flowed down the side of the chair, the sun illuminated my golden locks.

A cough interrupted my thoughts causing me to snap up and glance in the direction of the sound.
The guys I had met were all stood a few feet away from me all dressed in black pants and smart shirts, their skin decorated with tattoos of hues of black and grey. I recognised the four guys I had met the previous days but my eyes met with the fifth guy that was unknown to me. His blue eyes pierced into mine, the bright blue clashing with the ring of black and his long black lashes. He was just as stunning as the other guys. Lord knows where these guys were made but I knew I was definitely enjoying the view.

"This is Loueh." Harry stepped forward and introduced the unfamiliar man in my view. His voice was deep and husky from the morning, his British accent sounding stronger. Their cologne wafted through the air, pricking my warm skin.

"Get ready for 1."

It was currently 11:30 am. I climbed out of the bath and into the bedroom where women were bustling in and out. Each woman had a different agenda. One woman was taking care of my makeup, another choosing the outfit I needed to wear. I hadn't been told what I was to get ready for but these women seemed to know. Each woman had her own unique beauty, which seemed to be the case for everyone I've seen in this house, maids and caretakers included.

I slipped out of the robe I had been given and slipped into the backless red gown which complimented my milky skin. My blonde hair fell down my back in soft curls reaching the curve of my back. After I slipped on the tall heels, I made my way down the spiral marble stairs into the quiet main room, where I knew all the guys were waiting.

The guys' heads snap up as soon as I enter the room, my heels clicking against the white marble floor. Their crisp shirts and dark red ties fit nicely and grasped onto their muscular and slender frames. I glanced from one to the other eventually making eye contact with dark brown, almost black, eyes. Zayn. His black hair was styled in a neat quiff, jewellery littered his skin, piercings on his nose, eyebrow and ears.

"You look nice!" Niall whispered the words of comfort into my ears which allowed me to relax a little, I suppose he realised how tense I was getting. "Thank you" I whispered back. I turned around and was met face to face with Zayn, he gave me a devilish smirk which sent chills down my spine and gave me goosebumps.

Harry cleared his throat and looked me dead in the eye, "right. We don't want to be late so we better get going."'

"Yeah sure, I'm sure Gianavo's waiting for us outside," Louis stated, he brought his hand up to his hair and swished it out of his face, his hands were clad in silver rings and I couldn't help but realise how attractive he looked; it had my stomach in knots.

"Gianavo's our driver love" Niall whispers. I couldn't help but notice that he was easily the most welcoming of the five. He definitely made me feel comfortable in this unknown place.

Harry started walking towards the door and the others followed him. The one I knew as Liam had his arm outstretched towards me and I took it as a sign to take it. Arms interlocked, we started walking towards and out the door.

Unlike the others who wore white dress shirts and black tailored pants, Liam was dressed in all black, shirt, pants, and belt. I couldn't help but notice how insanely muscular the man was. He had the muscles of the strongest man alive and they looked like they could do some serious damage.

We finally arrived outside where I was presented with the sexiest looking limo I've ever encountered, not that I'd seen many in my time, a small, petite, 4'11 girl like me could never afford such a wealthy car. I gasped aloud and I couldn't help but hear Zayn slightly laugh.

We got into the limo and sat down. "You know where Gianavo, don't try and pull anything stupid like last time or it'll be more than your life I take from you." Harry threatened. The tone of his voice had me shaken to my core. I wondered what I had been dragged into and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the pleads of Mr Gianavo asking him to spare his children.

Who are these people? I asked myself. It felt unusual and I think Harry realised the fear on my face because he looked at me, dropped his expression of anger, and calmly said "I'm sorry if I frightened you, darling, I only threaten people when I have to, if you knew what I did, you'd understand."

If only I knew what he did? That sentence definitely did not calm me down. I fiddled with my expensive silver bracelet, avoiding any form of eye contact with any of the strange men who sat around me.