Run Away (Rated R)

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I wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom and, upon sitting up, I am met with a massive pain in my head. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and get a better look at the room. There's a dresser and a vanity in the corner of the room. I also notice that the window is open and go to close it when I itch my arm and look down to see two somewhat alarming things. The first, and somewhat less alarming of the two, is that I am no longer wearing my jeans, but am now in a pair of solid black pajama pants, and the second is that my arm is bleeding.

Suddenly, I remember my run in with the boys yesterday and figure that that's how I got here. That also explains the cut on my arm. I get up and go to the door of the room and open it just a crack to see an empty hallway leading to a staircase. Slowly, I open the door and step into the hallway and start to quietly make my way towards the staircase and, hopefully, my way out of this nightmare.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see the door at the other side of the kitchen. I'm about to walk to the door when I hear someone shout in frustration and then laughter in a room off to my right. I know that I'll have to move either extremely fast or extremely stealthily. I opt for the third category of escape which is go extremely fast past the room and then proceed very stealthily to the door. I succeed until I am about to open the door and I hear someone clear their throat a few feet behind me.

I glance behind me and see Justin standing there with his arms crossed across his chest and a smirk playing his lips. I turn back to the door and quickly turn the handle when I feel two large hands on my waist and try my best to push open the door and escape. Of course he just picks me up and turns around so he has his back to the door and then spins me around so I'm facing him. I avoid his gaze and try to push his hands off my waist. He grabs my arm with the cut on it and I flinch.

Justin lets go of my arm and I can feel his gaze on me as he slowly pulls the sleeve of my flannel up to reveal the three-inch gash on my left forearm which is now bleeding pretty heavily. I hear him take a deep breath and he leads me over to the counter next to the sink. He puts me on the counter, gets a paper towel, runs it under the faucet and starts to clean out my cut. I see somebody run out of the room near the kitchen and up the stairs and then a door slams.

"There," Justin says wrapping the bandage around my arm. He pulls me off the counter and starts towards the room where the others were. I just stand there when he gets to the doorway and turns around to give me a questioning look.

"You coming?" I glance at the door and hear him chuckle. "We both know how that ends. Come on," he says then turns and walks into the room. I pull down my sleeve and then walk over to the room. I stand in the doorway and see Harry and Louis on the floor playing Fifa and Niall and Liam on a couch with there backs turned to me watching the game. Siting across from Niall and Liam is Justin sitting on a chair. When he sees me, he motions for me to come sit on his lap. When I don't move he stands and comes towards me.

Instinctively, I start to walk backwards but, being my clumsy self, I trip over my own feet and land flat on my bum with a shriek. All the boys turn to face me. Justin kneels down in front of me and starts to rub my leg and ask me what's wrong, but I jerk it away from him with tears of embarrassment and fear in my eyes. I look at the slightly blurred stairs and see nobody at the top. Maybe I could make it to the room I woke up in...

Justin's POV

She looks at the stairs and then looks back at her feet. I look up and she bolts for the stairs. Quickly following, I see her struggling in Zayn's arms at the top of the stairs. When she heard me coming she stared at her shoes again and gave up trying to get away. I looked at Zayn and he shrugged as I took her into my arms and carried her tiny frame to my room and set her down on the bed.

When I go to sit down next to her she scoots as far away from me as she can while still sitting on the bed. I grip her waist and pull her back so that she is sitting with her leg pressed up against mine. She still hasn't looked at me or talked to me yet and it's starting to bug me.

"Will you look at me," I ask her. She shakes her head and continues to look at her feet. I cup her chin and turn her face towards me. She still has her eyes glued to her feet. "Please look at me," I say quietly. Slowly, she brings her eyes to meet mine.

"Thank you," I say. "Now that you're looking at me will you talk to me please?" She shakes her head no. I know she won't talk to me unless there's some reason she would need to. Absentmindedly, I start to rub her leg. She doesn't like it and tries to scoot away, but I wrap my arm around her waist.

"I'll stop when you ask me to," I say, getting closer to her area. When I get to her area I start to palm her through her pajama pants and she tenses, her face going pale. She doesn't say anything, so, while still palming her, I put my other hand on the waistband of her pants.

"P-please s-stop," she whispers. I take my hand away and look at her. She has tears in her eyes and I feel kinda bad for scaring her like that, but that's nothing compared to what's to come.

"There, you see? That wasn't so hard. Now, what's your name?" I ask. I don't even know her name yet.

"Winter Rose," she says quietly, pinching the hem of her shirt between her fingers nervously. Should I tell her why she's here or should I take her downstairs and tell her with all the boys? It does concern us all, so I guess that they should be there when she finds out. Maybe they can help me tell her too. I don't think I'm really the best person to break the news to her.

"That's a beautiful name," I say. "Let's go downstairs so you can meet the boys." I stand and grab her hand to lead her downstairs so she won't try to bolt back to her room. I hope she will open up eventually.