Kidnapped by... One Direction?

Chapter 8: Chloe and Claire

All outfits are in a polyvore set that's in the external link. If you'd like to see the outfits, clink the link. :)

What I also want to say is: this takes place while they are writing the songs for the "Take Me Home" album. Just saying. ____________________________________________________________________

I'm getting off the plane and walking to the black car on the landing strip when a couple girls step out of the car. The first was a young girl. She has long, wavy brown hair and was wearing a cherry red shoulder length button up shirt, white leggings, denim shorts, and the cutest ballet flats I've ever seen!

The girl behind her had on a very abstract outfit. She had on pink Aztec leggings, a solid black dress, and shiny white flats. I would've said the outfit was ridiculous but on her, it worked. Her short, honey brown hair and bright blue eyes pulled the outfit all together. They both were older than me.

I walk up to them and we just stand there awkwardly. The taller girl was first to break the silence.

"Hi. I'm Claire, your dorms RA." she sticks her hand out. I reluctantly take it a shake.

"RA?" I ask, not knowing what it means.

"Resident Advisor. I am your RA at New Silver Lining Treatment Center. I'm going to school to be a psychopharmacologist, therapist, RN, and MD."

"Those are a lot of big words." I say with a chuckle. She gives a small half smile, then a slight grimace fell on her face.

"I just want to help people." was all she said before she turned around and got back into the car. I looked after her, but the other girl blocked my view.

"Don't mind her. She'll come around. She's been like that for a while now. I'm Chloe, by the way." she put her hand out. I shake it.

"Charlotte. Nice to meet you."

"Same. So, why-"

"Where are your parents, Charlotte?" Claire asks, coming out of the car with a clipboard of papers. I turn back towards the plane. Zayn was underneath the plane taking a smoke, Liam was talking to Niall on the stairs of the plane who was eating a sandwhich, Louis and Harry were arguing about something. I look around them and look my eyes fall on Zayn.

"ZAYN!" I yell. "C'mere!!!" Zayn swirls around and jogs my way.

"Are you okay? What's up?" he quickly extinguishes his cigarette due to the glare from Claire and longing look from Chloe. Smoker, maybe?

"I'm fine. I need my guardians signature. You or Louis?" I mumble. Zayn turns and calls Louis over. He's over quickly.

"Alright, what do I need to sign?" he says with a sigh.

"Whatever she says to sign. I'm gonna go say bye to the boys." I walk away after dropping the duffel the boys forced me to have to my feet. I walk to the stairs first, and sit in Niall's lap.

"I'm sorry, guys. I'm a massive screw up." I say as I bury my head into the crook of Niall's neck. He rubs my back.

"It's alright, Charlotte. You can't help this. It's a chemical imbalance in your mind. It's not something you can control." I look at him.

"How do you know how depression is created?" I asked suspiciously.

"My mum, Maura, had Post Partum Depression when I left for the X-Factor. Greg, my brother, told me and I studied while I was in the show how it worked and what caused it. Just.... go with it." I nodded and got up. I kissed his forehead and walked over to Liam.

He pointed to Harry and went inside the plane. I groaned and went to Harry who was sitting on the landing strip doodling with his finger in a pile of dust, sand, and dirt. I sit next to him and wrote with my finger:

" BYE " he wrote back beneath it.

" BYE BE SAFE PLEASE "

" I WILL HAZ I WILL " he nods and I get up. I walk back over to the plane and go inside, past Niall, and into the cabin. Liam is sitting on one of the couches and looking out the window. His eyes were red and watery. He was crying. Crying because of me. I walk over slowly, wringing my fingers together nervously. Why was I nervous?

"Hey, Liam..." I say quietly as I approached him.

"Charlotte..." he sad but trails off. I sit next to him on the couch. His shoulders start shaking and his eyebrows furrow; lower lip and chin trembling furiously. I put both of my hands on his.

"Oh, Liam, please don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry." I move one hand from his a wipe tears off his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Charlotte. I just can't believe you won't be back for almost a month." he sobs. I laugh.

"You can always come visit me, Liam. Please come visit."

"Really?"

"Of course." I smile and we look into each others eyes. Slowly, and hardly noticeable, we began leaning in.

When our lips brushed, that's when the feeling came back. My spark.

When he kissed me gently, that's when the feeling came back. My hope.

When he pulled away and just smiled and kissed me again, that's when the feeling came back. My knowing that I will be better.

I will fight this.

I am better than this.

This will end.