I woke up in an empty bed. No Louis, only me and the duvet that had covered me. All I remembered was the anger in both Louis and Harry's eyes. Almost firey, and all too familier. The same eyes my father gave me when he was mad at me. My heart suddenly pained, as the thought that I tried not to remember floated in to my head like a cloud, covering every other thought.
My Dad, my own father, was in jail.
I closed my eyes for a while, blocking the sunlight out of them. I had to live with these jerks now. No choice. I had a minimum amount of friends, and no other family. My phone was taken, probably by Louis, so I couldn't call one of my few contacts, or 911. Whatever, it was a shit phone anyways...
Slowly and carefully, I slid out of the bed, feeling a peircing pain shoot through my head. Probably those shit drugs that they had given me. Ignoring it, I stretched out my arms, seeing something almost scary trailing around my wrists. Bruises of all diffrent colors; black, blue, brown. Probably from that ironclad grip Louis had on me the previous night. I sighed, grabbing my bag from the side of my bed.I needed to change, I was still in the same old clothes from a day ago.
I pulled on grey, comfy looking sweatpants, and an old, oversized shirt from my days when I played volleyball. "Greyhound Volleyball" had been printed on the front of it, in big, bold letters, with "Girls AAA Team" On the back, nearing the bottom of the shirt. I shook off the odd feeling of wearing it. I used to be bestfriends with all of the girls on my team, but after the accident, I had to leave the team. We slowly drifted apart; less texts, hangouts and such. They were probably repelled by the sorrow that bounded off of me. You see, sorrow is like smoking, in a way. Addictive, but as it goes on, repels the people around you, until you feel as empty on the outside as you do on the inside.
"Are ya goin' to come down for breakfast?" A voice suddenly asked. I quickly turned to face none other than Niall Horan, with a mouthful of food. In his hand he was holding a single, small sasuage.
"I, uhm, no, Niall. Im good." I stuttered. I was actually quite hungry, but I couldn't go down there. Not with Harry and Louis. Niall gave me the kind of motherly look that mom's gave you when you say that you already cleaned your room; raised eyebrows and eyes big, head slightly tilted and hand on hip.
"Love, Louis and Harry aren't that mad at you." He sighed, leaning against the door frame. I shrugged, taking a seat on the bed and staring down at the ground. It was as if he could read my mind...
"I hurt him." I murmured, folding my hands. Niall shook his head, as I felt the place beside me on the bed shift. Turning my head, I was caught facing Niall's perplexing blue eyes, full of guilt.
"Nothing hurts Harry. He was just a bit drunk and tired last night babe, as for the name he called you.." He paused to pull me close to him. "Hes extremely sorry." I just slowly nodded.
"What about Louis?" I asked. Niall gave a small chuckle. I was still a bit groggy, and that was probably the only reason that I was letting him hold me like this. Or maybe because he was the only boy here that was...okay.
"I don't think Louis could be mad at you if he tried, doll." He giggled, standing up, taking my hand with him. "Now, leggo to breakfaaast!" I groaned, slowly getting up with him. Niall literally had to drag me downstairs in to the living room. No matter what he said, I still didn't want to see them. Entering the kitchen, I turned to face the floor, quickly taking a seat between Liam and and Niall. The one thing I did see was Harry, icing the back of his head.
Ye, not hurt my ass, Niall.
"Good Morning." Harry said, breaking the awkward silence with a stiff voice. I didn't answer him; just watched as Louis laid a plate in front of me. On it was a mere peice of bread and eggs. Not much, but whatever.
"Eat up, I'd like to talk to you.." Louis murmured in my ear, giving me a small peck on the top of my head. I cringed, maybe Niall was right. Didn't seem too mad at me, other than the somewhat harsh and demanding tone to his voice. Taking small nibbles of my eggs, I kept staring down at my plate. Not that the food was any captivating, I just didn't want to look at the boys.
"I'm sorry for calling you a bitch." Harry spoke out after a while of silence. The eggs felt somewhat like rubber now, as I struggled to swallow them down. The other boys didn't seemed to phased by it, just sharing quick glances amongst eachother.
"Uhm, its alright." I muttered, gulping down the eggs. "S-sorry for..uhm...y'know.." My gaze found its way to the ice pack resting on his curly head. He gave me a grin, showing off his dimples.
"Its all good, love." He told me, resting his hand ontop of mind, squeezing slightly as a sign of reassurance. We just stared at eachother for a while, until being inturrupted by the not-so-quiet coughs of Louis. Harry turned to face him, seeing the fire in Louis' sea blue eyes, quickly letting go of my hand from across the table, setting it back where it previously was. Louis stood up from his spot, jaw clenched and eyes fixtated on me.
"Come now, Allie." He told me, his tone saying it more as a command."I'd like to talk now." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to pick another fight with him. The anger in his eyes from the previous night truly had scared me. Quickly and quietly, I pushed out my chairs, mumbling my thank yous to the others for the meal. I sighed, following Louis in to the living room, only for him to take my hand, leading me upstairs.
We stopped in I guess our room, right beside the door. Louis shut it with the bottom of his foot, before turning his focus to me.
"I didn't mean to scare you last night, Allie." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. I just slowly nodded, my gaze fixtated on his.
"Its fine, Louis. I understand.." I slowly said, shooting him a small smile. Louis cupped my face in his hands, beginning to gain back the confidence that he had with me.
"Its just, you're so innocent.." He almost giggled it, his voice suddenly a bit deeper. He planted a kiss on my lips unexpectedly, holding me close so that I couldn't move. I squirmed in my spot as he trailed the kisses on to my cheeks, dotting them down to the crook of my neck. Shooting one quick glance up at me, he whispered something against my neck, his hot breath hitting my neck.
"As for that little interaction with Haz.." His breath was hot against my pale skin, as he lowered his mouth to the skin, sucking on a good patch. I let out a whimper, not sure how to feel. I'm not going to lie, it didn't feel too bad, but, did it feel right?
Odd enough, I didn't even know the answer to that.
Louis soon let go of the skin, freeing me from the tight hug he had engulfed me in. I scrambled over to the closest mirror, a small gasp escaping my mouth. A small red mark had formed on my neck, quite visible.
"L-Louis, everybody will see this.." I told him, an edge of shakiness to my voice. Louis just let out a throaty laugh, garbbing the brass knuckle of the door.
"Good, let them know that you're mine." He chuckled, putting emphasize on the mine. He left the room, and right as he did, I let out a loud groan.
So I was not only kidnapped by him, but I was also his?
Lucky me.
