I was awake; that, I was sure of.
But, I didn't exactly feel awake. I felt numb and cold, and I couldn't open my eyes. Where was I? I knew that I had been laying on a cold, hard surface. I heard voices, too.Only two, and both sounded like men. But they hadn't been in the same room as me. Their voices had been slightly muffled, but not by much. I tried to slowly open one eye, just as a huge vibration, followed by a bump, rann throughout the floor. My eyes instantly shot open, as I quickly sat up from my spot on the ground, which caused my head to hurt so bad that it felt as if my brain was beating against my skull.
Okay, so I was in a van.
I slumped against a wall, trying to replay everything.
Louis, date, forest, tea, movie.
Then it hit me. Louis had drugged the fucking tea. That bastard, I knew that I shouldn't have gone out with him on that date. Now I was in the back of some pedo van, all because of him. I let out a small and desperate sob, but nothing came out. No tears, emotion, just a sob.
I sat there, in the back of the van, holding my head in my hands. I was being kidnapped. Either by Louis, or some other creep that Louis did this for. Jesus, he never wanted me. Well, he did, but not me. He wanted my body. Sicko.
Just as a few minutes past, the van came to a stop.I heard two car doors open, footsteps, and then the large doors in front of me being unlocked. It would be useless to run,and there was nowhere to really hide from the people that were behind those doors, so as if I was a second grader, I hid my face in my knees. I wanted this all to go away. I wasn't being kidnapped; I was still with my happy family with all of my closest friends. But as I heard the heavy doors slide open, I knew that I was still here, in an old van, being kidnapped.
"Babe." A deep, british accent cleared the silence. He sounded suprisngly young..and...familier? I slowly looked up from my spot, to see a two boys; one with curly hair, and one with a buzzcut standing at the sides of the doors. I could also see the moonlight shining between the space they had between eachother. It was either still night, or I had been sleeping for a long time.
"I'm Harry...and erm..this is Liam." He mumbled. "We...erm...go-I mean went to school together." My eyes widened. Harry had lived above me in my apartment complex for years.We used to wait at the same bus stop, that was before I started driving. He was also in most of my elementry school classes. So I guess that you could say we had a bit of history.
Liam, on the other hand, had just moved from Wolverhampton to Manchester only two years ago. I had been in the same class as him only once in grade 10, but he was really nice; or so I thought. I don't really think someone who kidnaps 17 year old girls can be classified as nice.
"W-why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice weak and raspy. Harry let out a sigh.
"Once everybody gets here, we'll explain everything, okay, Allie?" He sighed, holding out his hand to help me up. Everybody? Who else was kidnapping me? Whatever, I was a person of reason, might as well hear why they exactly want from me, right?
I slowly took Harry's hand, staring in to his green eyes that I swear could light a dark room. Stepping on to the cold pavement, I let the crisp spring air flow through my hair, pecking my skin with each soft breeze. Harry gave me a small smile. I turned my head left, to see probably the nicest house that I had ever seen (side pic) . It defiantly wasn't your typical teenage boy house. Harry caught me staring I guess, since he waved a hand in front of my eyes, blocking my vision.
"W-what?" I asked. He chuckled.
"Just making sure that you're still alive." He said, earning an eye-roll from both Liam and I.
"Lets go, Haz. I'm cold." Liam whined. Harry just nodded, gesturing me to follow them in.
Inside looked like one of those houses that you found in those cool house design magazines; HouseandHome, styleathome, Azura... The room was a light green; green and brown couches and chairs, a huge coffee table, with an odd painting above us.
"So Allie, its been a while since I've talked to you, hows life?" Harry asked, sipping on his tea. They had offered me some, of course, but I happily declined, obviously not wanting to be drugged...again.
"Uhm..Well.." I mumbled, playing with my thumbs. "Can't complain, I guess." Harry nodded, setting his tea down on the coffee table, and looking back up at me.
"Ahh, same here." He said. It was odd, I was having a conversation with him like we were waiting at the bus stop again. Really, Harry had grown up to be quite the looker.
"So..Uhm..You said,when everybody else gets here." I started. "Who is exactly everybody?" Harry seemed to hesitate at first, as if he was wondering if he could tell me or not.
"Well, me and Liam, obviously." He laughed a bit, taking yet another sip of his tea. "Zayn, Niall and Louis." I scoffed at Louis' name. What?! He kidnapped me, for christ sake!
I had briefly talked with Niall before, he was one of the only irish boys in our school; blonde/brown hair, sea blue eyes, very nice boy. Zayn on the other hand and I never talked. Like, ever. From what I had heard, he was super quiet, but when you got to know him, he was pretty damn hilarious. And then there was Louis.
Ugh.
Just then, I could hear the door unlock in back of me. I turned my body 'round, to see none other than the douche himself. Once he saw me, he gave me a beaming smile.
"Allie." Is all he said. He quickly took off his coat and converse, and in a flash was beside me. I gave a groan, moving beside Harry. Louis frowned, but didn't follow me for once; for once didn't force me to be with him. After Louis walked in Niall and Zayn, carrying two very familier bags. I shook it off though, probably just saw them somehwere in a store, right?
"Uhm, hey!"Niall said, giving me a faint smile. I gave him a small wave in return.
"Hi, Allie." Zayn joined, giving me a wave. His accent was thick, so was Niall's. Just then, Liam ran out from kitchen, looking bewildered.
"Uh, Lou, can you do the dishes?!" He asked frantically. Louis gave him a confused look, but then rolled his eyes.
"They're only spoons, Li." He muttered. Liam nodded frantically.
"EXACTLY! FULL OF DISEASE AND WHO KNOWS WHAT AND AND-" I rolled my eyes. Is he actually serious?!
"Forget about the spoons, Liam. We need to explain...alot." Louis said, turning his gaze to me. Liam's face got serious, as he sat on the edge of the couch beside me. They all joined; Harry staying where he was, Zayn moving beside Harry, and Niall sitting in the chair beside Louis. I nodded in agreement with Louis.
"Ye, what in the world am I doing here?! Are we still in Manchester?!" I asked, both questions a bit jumbled up. Luckily, Louis heard clearly.
"Look, Allie. We know whats been happening at your home." Louis sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "The..abuse." I stiffened up, suddenly finding a very interesting spot on the carpet. How did they know?!
"What abuse?" I asked dumbly, trying to hide the frown in my voice.
"You think I don't hear your dad yelling at you, Allie?!" Harry spoke up, almost a bit angry. "I live right above you! I hear your screams!" I sunk down in the couch, feeling Harry's green eyes burning in to the side of my head.
"We just want to help." Niall interjected. I slowly nodded.
"I can deal with things on my-" I started to say, but I was rudely cut off by Louis.
"No you can't babe." Louis sighed. I hated to say it, but I agreed with him. We all sat in silence for a while, before I spoke up.
"You didn't answer my second question." I muttered. "Are we still in Manchester?" I heard Liam let out a long sigh.
"Not exactly." He sighed. "We're in London."
