One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Trapped

I woke up with my head throbbing and an achy body. I felt like I was rubbish and I was tossed into a trash bin-a very large one that crashed against all sides of my body, leaving me bewildered and uncomfortable.

There was something tied around my eyes, blinding me. I groaned from the strong pain in my head and tried to shuffle around. I soon realized that I couldn't shuffle around, because something was pressed against my body.

What am I? A dog? Is this some sort of joke? I'm Louis Tomlinson for goodness sake; this shouldn't be happening to me! Oh, I know. Harry did this to get back at me for that prank I pulled on him last night-the one where I embarrassed him on stage by announcing his make-believe fear of wearing underwear. Yup, that's it; I'm sure. Well, joke's on him; I'll just act as if I'm overly hurt.

I was just about still unconscious when the cloth-the thing that was blinding me-was removed. I hurriedly closed my eyes in hopes that Harry wouldn't have recognized I had awakened. However, the voice that transpired took me by completely surprise-a girl's voice.

"Ally, he's still not awake! What did you hit him with again?"

Wait, what? Did I hear that right? Is that-a girl? I don't think I know her; I've never heard that voice before. And who's Ally? Maybe, Harry's messing with me-I hope.

Another voice answered, "It was nothing, Bridget. Calm down. I'm sure he'll wake up soon."

What? That's definitely not Hazz; he wouldn't go this far. What are they talking about anyways? Hit me with what?

Then, it all came back to me.

***flashback***

I was walking into a rest stop to tell Paul something while the boys were asleep on the tour bus; Paul sometimes had to go to the restroom in the middle of the night before driving again. I was awake, because I wanted to finish this late-night show I had been hooked on lately and just couldn't seem to get any rest.

Anyways, I was just about to walk into the loo when these girls came screaming and running up to me like fans often did. I didn't turn away, seeing as how I figured they would only ask for an autograph, maybe a picture, and move on. Unexpectedly though, as soon as they got close, I noticed one of them carrying something. I remember squinting, trying to decipher what it could possibly be-not a camera, not a sharpie, not even a purse, but a black bag and what looked to be something heavy. All I can remember next is the world fading into dark sheet.

**end of flashback***

They kidnapped me-and I'm not even a kid; they mannapped me!

My eyes shot open in realization of the circumstances, and I was met by a brown-eyed girl with straight brown hair.

"Yay! Your finally awake!" she beamed like there was nothing wrong with the situation.

A blonde girl with short curly hair came into my view and joined us at what I now recognized as a fancily-decorated table set for three. It had an elaborate table cloth embroidered with decorations on the end and food in the middle of the table placed meticulously to where it looked like a trap. Of course, who's to say it wasn't?

The blonde girl sat down at the table as well as the brunette. They were sitting in the sort of chairs that looked like bigger versions of ones that you may find in a high-class tea party set. I looked down at my body to see it was concealed in ropes that wrapped around me in my own tea party chair.

This is madness! I look like I'm in one of those the-hero-has-been-withdrawn-from-where-he-belongs-but-will-eventually-work-out-an-elaborate-escape-plan-and-everything-will-be-fine-again movies. But who's to ever say I'll escape? I mean, I know I'm part of the largest boy band on earth, but nobody knows where I am and—Hey, where am I? I guess I've been too busy freaking out; I never bothered to take note of the place.

I looked around the room and noticed I was in a middle-sized RV.

Oh, just great, I thought sarcastically. I can be stuck here forever now without even really having need to stop; this place is loaded with food.

I stared down the food that was stored just about anywhere-in a fridge, on the table I was at, randomly displayed on a couch nearby, ect.—like it was expected to launch a full-blown attack on me at me any given second.

Dreadful. Just dreadful. Why am I here anyways in this jail cell? I thought these girls were fans, yeah? They sure seemed like the other day.

"Listen," the blonde girl stated, grasping my attention, "you're going to go on a little dinner date with us right now. You will co-operate and do exactly as we say. Do that, and there won't be any problems, got it?"

My mouth dropped in pure shock, and I was tempted to just go full-on sassy with her right there no matter where we were--or what pardicument I was in.

What did she just say? I know she didn't just dare talking to me like that. We do things for nice, calm fans but never for people who act like a jerk to us-much less kidnap us! Go on a date with her? I don't think so. This would be a lovely time to exit.

I clenched my teeth and, without explanation, tried to stand up. This brought me back to the realization that I couldn't move tied up; I ended up just falling back in the chair instead and looking like an idiot or a toddler in a time out chair perhaps. 

Oh, yeah, I'm tired up.

I was forced to lie there, staring at the sealing until the blonde put it back upright. When it was, I just gulped at the look of fury on the girl's faces.

Something tells me this isn't going to be as easy as I had hoped.