Directioners

Attempted Kidnapping

Phoenix’s (Denver’s) P.O.V

I woke up to the sun in my face and freezing air giving me a hug. Not that I don’t like hugs, but seriously, I have my personal bubble! And, incase you were wondering, yes we slept on the roof.

“Hey, Coty?” I asked nervously.

“Yeah,” she answered groggily.

“Can we go inside now? It’s kind of cold up here,” I explained, shivering.

“Yeah, sure.” She slowly got up and almost tripped over a pigeon. “Sorry, Kevin,” she apologized.

“Man, the temperatures really get to you,” I blankly stated as we walked down the stairs to our apartment. “In the heat, your super lazy and lose your memory, and in the cold, you can barely move or even talk.”

“Yeah, I’m messed up,” she mumbled.

We finally reached the apartment, but found it unlocked. I was pretty sure I locked it, whether it said so in the story or not. I crept into the living room, hearing various chuckles from behind a couch.

“When one sits on it, get ‘em,” I heard one whisper.

“Oh heck to the naw, girlfriend!” I screamed, jumping over the sofa and landing on five unexpecting stalkers.

I stood up and got into an awkward fighting position. By awkward fighting position, I mean the position for ‘Stop traffic, Let ‘em through.’ By then, Coty had realized what was going on and curled up in a ball, mumbling to herself.

One of the creepers started to head towards her. “Take one more step,” I warned, “and you’ll wish you never knew the meaning of ‘You can’t see me.’ ” After I thought for a second, I added, “If you even know what that means.”

One of the robbers said, “You said that Arizona watched wrestling!”

“Well, sorry,” another spoke, putting his hands on his hips. “Maybe, just maybe, Phoenix does, too.”

“Boys, break it up!” another intervened. “We came here to get the girls!”

“Oh, shut it, Styles!” the first screamed.

I relaxed my position and Coty got off the floor and was now standing by my side. I stifled a small laugh, watching the three of them have an argument over nothing.

The two who weren’t arguing came up to us and asked if we had any popcorn. I gladly got some as we watched the 3-D fight. I heard Coty whispering to herself, hoping that it would start to get physical. After careful consideration, and knowing me it was more carefree, I started chanting, “Fight.” Coty joined in, filming the brawl on her phone, and eventually, the other two boys did, too.

Finally, one of the arguing stalkers shouted, “SHUT UP AND GET THE GIRLS!” The all seemed to agree, even the two that I thought were our friends. Coty and I ran to the bedroom we shared and they cornered us, the so called friends in front.

“I thought we had something special,” I cried as they put a blindfold on me. I heard someone laugh, a few people ‘aw’ and who I’m assuming was Coty, cry.

I was handcuffed, I mean, who does that these days, and pushed down the stairs. Of course, taking the stairs was the worst idea ever, but we didn’t really have a choice. And, of course, I fell down half the steps, causing someone to carry me all the way down.

When I felt a blast of cold, winter air hit my face, I knew we had left the hotel. And to think, Coty and I just went inside to get away from this.

“Um, what are you doing?” I heard a female ask. Penny.

Before I could say anything, a hand was clamped over my mouth. Oh, he did not just go there!

“Nothing,” the one holding me replied. As he did, I licked his hand, causing a girlish scream.

“Yuck!” I coughed, hiding behind Penny. “ Your hand doesn’t taste very good!” I yelled at him.

Coty did what I never thought she had the guts to do, and kicked her captor in the ‘you know where.’ We both got in Penny’s convertible and drove to the cheesecake factory.

“So, Penny,” I said acting casual. “ What brings you back from work so early?”

“My boss wanted to know where you were, so I said I would come and get you. Plus, it was an excuse to still get paid and not do my work.” As she said that last line, Penny shot me a wink.

“Oh, crap. Work,” I grumbled, mentally slapping myself. “Ow.”

“Why did you just say ‘ow?’ ” Coty asked, speaking for the first time.

“I mentally slapped myself,” I explained, “and it hurt.”

All of us burst out laughing as we pulled up in the parking lot. We entered the restaurant in a hurry,  as Coty and I went on the new stage. The few people paying attention started applauding, and it grew louder as more people realized what was happening.

“Good morning, all!” I cheered, greeted by a few screams and ‘woots.’

“For song number one,” Coty said enthusiastically, “we will take a recommendation.”

A little girl stood on her chair and shouted, “Little Things by One Direction!”

I nodded my head and gave my partner a sympathetic look. She prefers to never listen to this song, not to mention sing it.

She just shrugged her shoulders and started. “Your hand fits in mine. . .”

*Five One Direction songs, requested by the same girl, later*

Coty and I sat in a booth as the radio played. We were worn out and our throats were bone dry. Sitting on the table were six bottles of water, four of them empty. Hey, you try singing five One DIrection songs in a row without having breakfast first!

“I’m hungry!” my singing companion cried. I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off. “I don’t care if I still have half a bottle of water to drink! I’m hungry, for food!”

I rolled my eyes. “Your like Niall,” I grunted. “You never stop eating!”

As we got up to leave, one of the people in a booth next to us started to curse under his breath. Geez, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that was Nia- wait a second.

I started to run in circles. Do I care that anyone is watching, no. Do I care that my job is at stake, no. Do I care that One Direction is stalking me, heck yeah!

Penny came over and tried to calm me down, which worked until she left. Once she was gone, I started running in a square. Coty stood in front of me, making me stop for the briefest second, . . . before I started running in a triangle.

“Denver, chill out!” Colorado said.

I skidded to a stop, everyone visible staring at me. “Chill out?” I asked. “Chill out?! How can I chill out when we have stalkers!” I pointed to the five guys and ran out the door, dragging Coty behind me.

She tried to grab the doorframe, but that didn’t work out too well for her. I stopped at a park as we both collapsed on a bench.

“Care to explain?” Coty asked, annoyed but even more tired.

I was about to tell her about the band, when a wave of fatigue hit me. Although, I don’t think it was natural, more like a forceful sleep. Then, I heard a muffled scream, which I’m assuming was Coty.

“Hush, Ari,” I voice said, causing a more meaningful scream.

“Louis, just knock her out!” said a voice from beside me.

Before I went into total darkness, I remember getting lifted bridal style by a strong body. With no strength, or will, to fight back, I snuggled into his warm, inviting chest.