Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 4

I took a big bite of my sandwich. Ahh, so satisfying.

"This is really good!" I cried, mouth full, pointing at my sandwich.

"It's only a sandwich," Harry laughed.

"But it's really good!" I laughed back. Gosh, I was even annoying to myself.

"I like the way you think," Niall chuckled, face full of food.

This seemed like 6 best friends all eating lunch together. This does not seem like I was kidnapped. I am laughing and eating sandwiches with these 5 strangers. Yet, this is all apart of the plan.

"I have a question. If you guys really thought this out, do I have a bedroom and clothes?" I asked on a more serious topic.

"You'll have your own room, since this quite a big house, and we've already bought you clothes. We know your size, and bought different styles of clothing for you," Liam answered.

"How do you know what size I am?" I asked, nervously. That was full out creepy.

"We've seen you in stores, and once you've purchased something, we would ask the cashier what sizes the clothes were. We also took tab of what stores you like to shop at, so we got most of your clothes from there," Harry explained.

"So it's safe to say you guys were stalking me?" I said in disbelief. How could I not have noticed? You really have to step up your game Marie. You're slacking here. You were a brilliant spy once...surely you could do it again.

"Stalking is a strong word," Niall laughed. I like how even if we were talking about something serious, Niall could lighten the mood and be funny. He was an all around friendly person. Those type of people were the easiest to steal their trust from.

The rest of the boys laughed. I laughed too, but raised my eyebrows when I finished, symbolizing I was still wondering.

"But technically...I guess you could call it that," Liam said.

Niall burst out laughing. Why was he laughing? His laughter was so contagious. I was freaked out how they stalked me, yet I couldn't help but laugh at Niall's laughter.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked, trying to be strict. I watched his face carefully for any slip-ups, and was satisfied when I saw him crack a smile. Although it only lingered on his face for a total of 2 seconds, it had been there.

I have come to discover that these boys are weak. Sure, I get it, there's five of them. Yet I could argue that they are softies. They smile, they laugh, they are happy people, despite being murderers.

I etched out a small plan in my head. I don't quite know where I was going to go with it, but it consisted of my wonderful acting skills. I guess this is why I was so valuable back in my undercover spy days. I was only seventeen then. Who finds a skinny seventeen year old girl suspicious? However, eighteen and kidnapped, I remembered how I still had a few tricks up my sleeve.

We finished our sandwiches in peace and quiet, besides the occasional small talk about the band.

When I was finally done eating, I spoke up.

"Can I be shown my bedroom now?" I said. "If it's not a bother," I added, just in case.

"Um, yes, sure," Harry said, standing up. I guess he'll be leading the way then.

He led me out of the kitchen and into a hallway. He kept walking until he reached a flight of stairs. I followed up the stairs, and to the very last door in the hall. Maybe my room was strategically placed there? Maybe they did that so I would have to walk by EACH of the boys room to escape? Did they do that so I was more likely to be caught?