Forbidden Love | A One Direction Fanfiction

Nothing's fine, i'm torn

A/N: Named this chapter while listening to One Direction's cover of Torn.

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We entered the grand banqueting hall, all eyes falling on us. Rows and rows of tables filled the hall, creams and whites and golds decorating the tables. We make our way to the grand table in the middle and take our seats. Piercing eyes follow our movements looking us up and down, one by one. My blonde, wispy, luscious hair must have caught the eyes of these desperate men. Women glare from all directions for reasons I'm unfamiliar with, but a small-town girl like me is hardly threatening. I eat as much as I can which is a small pastry as a small 4'11, 50Ibs girl like me can't handle any more than this.

The night moves along slowly,  becoming darker and colder. I've separated from the guys and take it upon myself to look around the hall we're currently in.
I make my way around the hall, the shades of gold catching my eyes, from the drapes to the table decor. My deep ocean blue, diamond-like eyes catch another pair, a deep shade of emerald, viridian shiny green. Hair as dark as night, the man saunters towards me with an expression of fascination. Did I have something on my face? Was I so small that he's never seen someone as petite as me? All these questions running through my mind caused my heart to beat faster and my palms to become clammier.

He's now stood in front of me, the lack of space and smell of alcohol suffocating me like a blanket of anxiety. I look around the hall searching for a familiar face but find none of the guys to my dismay.

"Hey, pretty girl."

His voice is gruff and deep, not deep enough to make me weak at the knees. His breath carrying a strong, musty smell slaps me harshly across my face. He's not as good looking as the guys I've been forced to live with and definitely not much of a smooth talker. He moves a blonde luscious, blonde, wispy, curled, shiny, sleek, strand of hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear, his fingers callous and cold. He moves closer, trapping me between his beer belly and the table behind me. His breath fans across my face in a sticky warmth.

A petite girl like me should not have to deal with something as disgusting as this but here I am. Nothing like this has happened to a small town girl living in a lonely world, so I just stood there defenceless hoping for someone to rescue me because I was incapable of defending myself, a small-town girl like me was never taught to fight, I was never able to fend for myself. Do you blame me? I'm only a petite, small, 4'11, 50Ibs lonely girl.

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I'm guessing I got drunk because when I opened my eyes, I woke up in a ratty, musty, dusty, crusty, water-damaged bedroom that was cluttered and torn. I wasn't surprised I had got drunk anyways, my alcohol tolerance is extremely low because I'm a small, petite, tiny, uwu girl who can't defend myself and I am only 50Ibs and 4'11, my small little body could never handle any type of alcohol, but that didn't stop me from taking a sip of wine earlier.

I looked around for any sign of people, I eventually put everything together, remembering the ugly, crusty guy from the ball who tried to flirt with me when Harry left me alone for a moment. And that was when it hit me, I realised that I had been kidnapped.

No one came, not even Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam, or Zayn. And here I was, all alone, in what looked to be an apartment.

I walk around the empty, dingy apartment looking for any sort of sign as to where I am. I walk towards the window and look out for anything I might recognise. Nothing looked familiar, the roads were empty and dark and nothing sparked familiarity.

A small-town girl like me has only experienced so little, only met a few people in my lifetime but none of them was important to me. None of them meant anything.

I sat on the window seat and gazed out of the foggy window, hoping someone would rescue me. My sad little life had become even sadder. I tucked my legs under me and wrapped my arms around my legs. I looked so vulnerable and small, anyone who saw me would feel sorry for a small uwu girl like me. My hair, still golden and curled, cascaded down my back.

Time passed. Minutes became hours. The water from the broken pipe dripped hour after hour, the sound drilling into my brain. Did they forget about me? Didn't they want a cute petite girl like me?
A loud bang sounded behind the heavy metal door. I ran behind the old, worn-out bed and waited for the sound to stop. Groans rang through the air and eventually stopped. The door banged as it was shoved open. Silhouettes shone through the doorway as figures entered the room.

"Ello darlin." The familiar Irish accent echoed around the room as Niall walked towards my petite curled up frame. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and nuzzled my face into his shoulder. He chuckled softly, guiding me towards the exit of the room where the other guys were waiting.

Harry's jaw clenched at the sight of me so small in Niall's warm, cosy arms. The crusty, dusty, musty man was lying on the ground beside Zayn's feet, arms dislocated and blood spewing from his mouth. Liam cleared his throat.

"Let's go." He clipped and wandered towards the car. His tone indicated that he was annoyed but i'm not sure at what. I glance towards Niall as we make our way towards the car behind Liam. His cheeks are a soft pink as he shrugs and guides me into the car.

We settle into the car with me sat in between Harry and Niall as I was the smallest, being petite and 45Ibs. Liam and Louis are sat in front of us, with Zayn in the driver's seat and another one of their men in the passenger seat. The tension in the air was suffocating and could be cut through with a knife.

"So what was that all about?" I peeped with my small tiny voice. "Who was that man? Was he dead? Did you guys kill him?!" I was hyperventilating at this point, the thought of them killing someone was driving me crazy, my heart was beating so fast. Niall grabbed onto my right hand at the same time Harry reached for my left.

"It's ok." Niall soothed.
"He was already unconscious when we came, we don't know what happened to him but we need to keep an eye on you for now," Niall explained, glancing up at Liam, who cleared his throat and looked back at his laptop, and loosened his grip on my hand. I looked up at Niall and could see his cheeks being flushed red. "We don't want this to happen to you again." He whispered softly into my hair as I rest my head onto his shoulder and watch the trees pass through the window.