Hostage (a One Direction story)

Chapter Eleven

Sorry for not updating guys! I've been a tad busy.... But, anyway, long weekend up ahead! Woop woop! Yay for President's Day! 

Sooo, I cast Nate and Marc, what do you guys think? It should be over there ---> but if its not, Nate is Tom Sturridge and Marc is Liam Hemsworth. Opinions are needed! I like Tom for Nate, but I'm not quite sure yet about Marc's casting. Also, if you guys have any suggestions for Jae, they are more than welcome! I've been searching for people, but I can't quite find somebody to match the image in my head....help?

Jae's P.O.V.

I scream as a hand reaches out and touches my face, my mind racing back to Nate, touching me as I lay helpless. My eyes fly wide and I scramble backward, pleading uselessly for him to stop. I cover my face with my hands and curl into a ball, trying to protect my ravaged body.

"No, no, Jae, it's me, it's Niall, I'm not going to hurt you!" says an Irish accent frantically. 

Cautiously, I move my hands, turning my head to look up at Niall. His blonde-and-brown hair is rumpled, his shining eyes filled with concern.

"I'm sorry, Niall," I say, sitting up and trying to ignore the pain in my back. "I thought you were...I thought you were one of them."

"Niall?!? Jae?!? What's going on? What happened?" Liam and Harry run into the room, looking worried. I realize that my screams must have scared them.

"I'm so sorry, lads," I apologize, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "I...I had a nightmare."

Harry opens his mouth, and I know he's about to ask what it's about. I hold my hand up and stop him. "Can we not talk about it?"

He nods. "Where...where am I?" I ask curiously, looking around the room.

I'm lying on a huge, king-sized bed with a fluffy white comforter and red pillows. The floor is a rich scarlet color, matching the armchairs by the wall of windows to my left. Outside, the sun is just beginning to set over a city skyline, shooting streaks of pink and orange across the periwinkle blue sky. To my right is a dresser and a closet door, both made of the same dark ebony wood as the bed. In the far corner is another wooden door, which I can easily assume leads out to the...

"Penthouse suite," says Liam. "In the Luna hotel. Which, by the way, is in London, England." He adds as an afterthought.

Shit...I forgot. I'm in England...And now I'm in a fucking penthouse? With One Direction?! Holy hell I feel faint.

Niall, Harry and Liam all start laughing. I glare at them suspiciously for a moment before realizing that I must've been thinking out loud.

"Whoops!" I blush, covering my mouth with my hand.

I swing my legs off of the bed and stand up as the boys keep laughing. "Calm your tits, boys -" I blush furiously. Did I seriously just tell One Direction to calm their tits? Oh sweet baby Jesus.

This sends them into another round of uncontrollable, hysterical giggles and snorts comes from the boys. Zayn struts in and looks at me confusedly.

"Why are they laughing like idiots?" he asked curiously, running a hand absentmindedly through his now-perfect hair.

"I..." I can't contain a little scoff myself. "I sort of told them to...to calm their tits and..." I struggle to control the laugh bubbling up in my chest. "and this happened."

Zayn raises an eyebrow and laughs. "Good job, love," he says, clapping me on the shoulder.

I wince as pain flares up, but try not to show it. Thankfully, Zayn doesn't notice.