Kidnapped... With Who?! (Completed)

Ch. 2: The Attack

WHAT'S SHAKIN' BACON?!

Yup, I'm strange. Okay, so last night, I was trying to sleep, but I have to share a pull-out couch with my little sister since we're on vacation in Florida at my grandparents' house. So I was listening to music when I heard growling. Me being me, freaked out like, "OMG! There is a hobo that snuck in through the window and is going to eat me!". So I shut my iPod off, and turned over to see if my sister was awake and heard it too. It turns out she was the one growling in her sleep. So I poked her to see if she would wake up, and in return, she punched me in the neck... in her sleep.

So yeah, that was my night with my violent sister! Share one of your funny sleeping stories in the comments!

So yeah! Comment/vote/fan!

And without further ado, here's chapter 2!;)

Hehe... That rhymed! 

~love, Meaghan~

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I walked straight out. I don't care if they get their food or not, I'm leaving. Who did that one think he was, calling me babe. I don't even know him! Better yet, he doesn't know me!

I know your probably all confused, like 'Ariel! How could you hate 4 British hotties and an Irish cutie!?', but the thing is, I i just don't like them. I want to rip out their guts... if that makes sense. I have my reasons, so back off! Okay, that was harsh; I'm truly sorry for my outburst.

Look at me! I'm insane!

Not the point. I just... arg!

I was walking to my apartment- yes, I live on my own, even though I'm only 18- when I stopped at the park. I sat on a bench and began to think. That was until some one interrupted me!

"Hey, you alright?" asked the boy with the beautiful blue eyes from the restraunt.

I groaned. "Why can't you just leave me alone?!"

He seemed taken aback. "I'm sorry. I just..."

"Please, just go?" I asked.

"I just need to know you're okay," he sighed.

"I'm fine," I sighed.

"Oh. Okay."

I thought he left, and I let a tear fell from my eye. I was thinking of my sister.

"You're not okay," he said, sitting next to me. He put his arm around my waist, and I stood up.

"Don't touch me!" I growled.

"What?"

Just then the boys ran out of the restraunt. Another tear fell from my eye at the sight of Niall. He was the only one I knew.

"Louis, what did you do?!" yelled the one who called me 'babe'.

"Nothing! I swear!" he protested.

"Then why is she crying?!" Niall asked.

"I don't know!"

"What do you want?! I'll give anything, just... leave me alone!" I cried. My vision was blurred because of the tears.

I ran. As fast as I could, I ran. I just wanted to go home and forget this ever happened. My muscles ached, and my throat was dry; I needed something to drink.

I strolled into a Dunkin' Donuts once the coast was clear. I got a strawberry lemonade and began on my journey home again.

I was walking the streets of Boston. I was almost home when I reached the ally; it's the short-cut. I'd rather walk down a now dark ally than go another 20 minutes out of my way. Don't judge!

Just like any other day I turned the corner, but today, I could sense danger. I was about to change my mind and go back, but it was too late.

Someone grabbed my waist from behind and threw me over their shoulder. I trashed against their grip, but nothing happened. I wish I was a ninja at these times. Not that it's ever happened before, but it would just be awesome.

"Stop squirming!" yelled a man with a deep voice.

I didn't. In fact, I did the exact opposite.

"Let. Me. Go!" a boy yelled. Let me rephrase that; a British, famous, curly-haired, teenage boy.

Guess who has herself some stalkers!? Ding ding ding! Winner!- it's me.

I kicked harder and harder. "I said STOP!" the man yelled, throwing me at the ground.

"Ow!" I screeched in agony. I fell on my butt, then hit my head. A liquid poured down the side of my face, but this time it wasn't tears, for I was too afraid to cry. It was blood.

"HELP!" Louis screamed, falling next to me on the cold cement.

Then, BLACKOUT!

"Where am I?" I groaned. It was pitch black. I couldn't see my hand, even if it right in front of my face!

"Love, is that you?"

"Louis?" I croaked, unable to control my crying from fear.

"Yeah. You alright?" he asked. I could sense uneasiness in his voice.

"Yeah! Never been better!" I replied sarcastically. "Of course I'm not alright!"

"Sorry, dumb question," he said.

"No duh!" I exclaimed.

I officially can't stand them. I don't know why Catlin loves them. They're idiots.

"It's dark," he sighed.

"No! Really!?" I said sarcastically.

"Well some one woke up on the wrong side of the bed!" he mumbled.

"Technically, I didn't. I woke up on a cold concrete floor!" I snarled.

"Whatever! I'm going back to sleep" he snapped.

"Whatevs! Like I care!"

There was silence. Now I'm alone; great. I hate myself for this; not letting people in. I need friends if anything; maybe it's a sign of fate.

"What's your name?" Louis asked suddenly.

"Ariel," I stated.

"I like that name. It's very... pretty."

"It's also the name of a fish, so..."

"I like it."

"Thanks."

"And by the way, Ariel is a mermaid, not just a fish."

I chuckled. Silence took over again and I fell into a deep, peaceful, sleep.

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And there you have it! Please, tell me what you think!

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Thanks, I love you guys!

Love, Meaghan