Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 7

*Marie's P.O.V*

I ended up taking Liam up on that offer to watch tv.

I left the boys upstairs in my room, before trudging downstairs to flick on the large television that was mounted on the wall.

I could escape. I mean, the door was right there, and all the boys were upstairs. It was possible.

Instead, I plopped myself down on the couch.

If I were to escape, the boys wouldn't trust me, and Zayn would hate me even more. I wanted to escape, don't get me wrong, but this just wasn't the right time.

I changed the tv channel until it was on the news. The whole time I watched it, they never mentioned a missing teenager, once.

Who would report me missing, anyways? I had no family. I lived alone. My friends probably thought I was just busy, or hard to reach.

That made me think: my phone. Ehh, it's gone now.

I felt like piece or a player in a game. Someone else controlled my every move. You weren't allowed to stop the game, until it was over. You let someone else move you along, even if you were moving down a misleading path. You were in someone else's possession. That's how I felt, and God, it was awful.

I wish I could sleep right now. That would be nice.

Suddenly, a thought dawned on me. Plan 1 had worked okay, but I didn't have another plan. I kept thinking, ignoring the television completely.

Plan 2: Contact someone. Not just anyone. My mentor. My trainer. Or, rather my old mentor/trainer. I haven't talked to "John Doe," as he preferred to be called since keeping his identity a secret was so sacred for him, ever since I stopped training as a spy. That was a year ago, to be exact.

My plan seemed like a good one. I could ask John a couple of questions about advice to get out of here. The only problem is, is that I needed a telephone. I obviously wouldn't be handed one freely, and be told I could make a call to anyone I wanted. That was unrealistic. I needed to find another way to obtain a phone.

My thoughts were interrupted when a person dropped down on to the couch next to me. Had I been that oblivious when I was thinking, that I hadn't even heard someone walk down the stairs?

I looked over my shoulder, to find Louis sitting next to me. He took the remote from my hands, without even looking over at me. He changed the channel to a sports channel. He was watching a soccer match, when he finally looked over at me. That's when I finally realized I had been staring at him the whole time.

I blushed, and quickly directed my attention to the tv. I didn't mind that he put soccer on. I used to play it when I was in elementary school. Those were the good ole' days.

"Do you like soccer?" Louis suddenly asked me, making me jump a little.

"I don't mind it," I answered, honestly.

"Want me to change the channel?" Louis asked.

I thought that was a bit nice. A kidnapper asking what channel their hostage prefers? You don't hear about that a lot. Maybe I don't need 100% of Louis's trust. Maybe I just need to be on good terms with him. You know, have you ever heard the saying "friendly, but not friends?" Yeah, like that.

"That's alright, you can keep it here...if you want," I replied.

"Okay," he said, placing the remote beside him.

A few minutes later, he started speaking again. "Are you hungry?"

Despite the fact that we just ate lunch not too long, I was a bit hungry. I loved food, but somehow wasn't obese. It even surprised me.

"Actually, a little bit," I told Louis.

"So am I. Does popcorn sound good to you?" I was asked.

"Yeah, sounds good," I nodded back to him.

"Be right back," he said to me, and left to go into the kitchen.

I sat, watching the soccer game. It was Germany vs. Spain. I chose Spain as the team I wanted to win. I usually did this when I was little, and watched sports where I knew not too much about the teams playing against each other. I would pick a random team, and decided I would want them to win. I watched happily, as Spain's score gradually increased in size. Go Spain!

Louis came back in the room shortly after, carrying an overflowing bowl of popcorn. He placed it right in between us.

We both took handfuls, all you could hear was the screaming of fans on the tv, and the munching of the popcorn.

I reached into the popcorn bowl, and my hand brushed another hand, inside the bowl. We both quickly retaliated, setting our hands in our laps.

I waited a few more seconds, before reaching into the bowl again. I hoped Louis already got some popcorn.

I carefully put my hand back in the bowl, only to touch Louis's hand again. Louis and I pulled back AGAIN.

I heard him chuckle, and I blushed.

He gestured to the bowl, signaling for me to take some popcorn first, with a grin on his face.

I reached into the bowl and giggled.

Not just the fake little girly giggle I did earlier today in front of the boys.

This giggle was real.

And that scared me...a lot.

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A/N:

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Sorry this was a boring chapter! Just a little Marie and Louis action...

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