Taken by One Direction

Chapter 1: Creepy

Katie's P.O.V

Fucking ridiculous; that's what it is. This morning I was a normal teenager who was just trying to make a living. This morning I was just trying to figure out how to pay rent. This morning I was praying to keep my job. This morning I was normal. Now, I lay crying. Now, I am pressed up against a complete stranger. Now, I am an object. Now, I have to escape. Now, I am a prisoner.

The alarm clock blared in y ear. Three in the afternoon already? I rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a thump. Ouch. I groan as I pull myself up. I threw on my work clothes and tied my dark brown hair in a pony tail.

I slipped my phone, some cash, my iPod and my key card in my pocket. Yes, I said key card. You see, after I caught my dickhead boyfriend cheating on me; I moved out. I was now staying at this cheap-ass motel. Well, not anymore! Now I was going to put down a security deposit on an apartment today. I even went as far as checking out of the hotel this morning when I grabbed lunch.

I began my short walk to work. After a few blocks, I ripped open the doors to the restaurant and took my place at the hostess's booth. Yep, that's me. Seventeen years old, one of the grumpiest people on the planets and I work seating snobs at a restaurant. Fun.

"You're late again, Katie." I hear a stern voice behind me. I spin around to face my boss.

"Mr. Bernstein!" I try to sound cheerful and upbeat; he sees through me.

"Katie, you missed your shift last week, you've been late every shift this week, one more strike and you're out." He said, his voice raising. I groaned.

"I have good explanations for all of-"

"I don't want to hear it." He cuts me off with a wave of his hand.

"One more strike, Katie. You're walking on a thin line." With that threat, he turn on his heal and went back into the kitchen. I groaned and turned back to the booth. I did not get paid enough for this job. Now, Mr. Bernstein would be watching me like a hawk. Shit.

As I was caught up in my thoughts, the door opened, bringing in more annoying customers. I put on a fake smile as the five boys walked towards me.

"Hello, welcome to Café Fiabella. Do you have a reservation?" I asked with as much enthusiasm I could muster up. The five guys, teenagers it looked like, obviously saw through my cheer and looked at me with amused expressions. The curly-haired one stepped forward.

"Yes, reservations for Styles." He asked in a smooth British accent. I skimmed down the list and nodded.

"Yes, I have you for five. It will be just a moment." I say politely as I gather the menus together. In the corner of my eye, I see the dark-haired one look me over and whisper something to one of the brown-haired ones. I just ignored them as I buzzed for Hannah, one of the waitresses as well as one of my few friends.

"Right this way," I smile politely as I lead the boys back to one of our nicer tables over-looking the city. I place a menu down on the table in front of each chair as the boys go to sit.

"Thank you." The blond one smiles at me.

"Your server will be right with you," I say as I turn to leave. I hear low murmurs as I walk away. I had only been back at my booth for a few minutes before Hannah rushed over.

"ohmygoshthetableiamservingisonedirectionlikeholyshitholyshitholyshit!!!ican'tfuckingbelievethiscanyou?holyshit!" She rushed out. I laughed at her as she took in breaths.

"What did you say? You need to slow down and breathe when you talk, Han." I laugh at her. She takes in a dramatic breath before beginning again.

"That table," she points to the boys I had just seated, "is One Direction!" I peered back over at the boys and looked at them. Huh, I guess they had been familiar.

"Oh yeah, I guess it is." I shrug. Hannah looks as if she is on the verge of a heart attack.

"OH MY GOD!" She shrieks after a minute of trying to control her inner fangirl. Hannah was one of those, what do you call them; Directioners? She knew everything about One Direction. Sure, I was a fan, but I only had a few of their songs on my iPod. I could barely tell the boys apart, though.

"Han, relax. They aren't the first celebrities who have come here; we need to follow protocol." I inform her. She rolled her eyes at me. We worked at a much known restaurant in New York, it was the opposite of uncommon to have a customer be famous.

"I think Zayn Malik was flirting with me." She gushed as she came back from bringing One Direction their drinks.

"Which one is that?" I asked, looking over at the table of boys. The blond one and the one with brown hair and brown eyes were staring back at me intensely. Their eyes sent shivers down my spine; for some reason I was afraid. I quickly dropped my gaze.

"The one with the black hair!" Hannah squealed, "the one with the curly hair is Harry Styles. The one with the blond hair is Niall Horan. The one with the brown hair and brown eyes is Liam Payne. The other brunette, with blue eyes is Louis Tomlinson." She instructed me seriously. I nodded and pretended to care. For some reason I decided to remember the names. It seemed like a good thing to know.

I glanced back up to the boys. Now, they were all looking at me. The curly one, Harry, leaned in and whispered something to Zayn. Zayn's eyes scanned me up and down before nodding in agreement to whatever Harry had said. I saw Niall roll his eyes, but then nodded in agreement too. My heart fluttered and it wasn't because the biggest boy band was checking me out; no, for some reason I felt as if I was in danger.

Relax, I told myself. They're just horny teenagers looking you over. No danger there... Oh how I was so wrong. I waited until Hannah came back from delivering One Direction's food.

"Han," I called to her as she nearly brushed passed me.

"Mmm?"

"Can you tell me more about that band?" I ask tentatively. I needed to hear something about them, anything, to set my mind at ease. Hannah took my intentions differently.

"Oooh, does Kat see something she likes?" Hannah purred using my undesirable nickname.

"Hannah..." I groaned. She ignored me.

"When is Kitty Kat gonna pounce?" Hannah pressed.

"You know what? Never mind." I spat. I turned away from her, but she stepped back in front of my line of vision.

"Oh come on. I was just teasing. I couldn't help it; they were asking about you like nonstop, so I had to!" She laughed. I froze.

"Wait, they were asking about me?" I gasped. She nodded.

"Mmhmm." She nodded, grinning. She thought that I was shocked that they were interested in me. That wasn't it at all though; I was nervous. This was creepy.

"What were they asking?" I whispered.

"Uh, like your name, your dating status, stuff like that." I groaned at her response.

"Jesus," I cussed under my breath, I turned back to her, "aren't they on tour. Won't they be leaving the city soon?" I asked hopefully.

"Er, yeah. They're in the states for two months for tour. Then, One Direction, my future husbands, is going back to London." She sighs and grips her heart dramatically. I roll my eyes and try to turn the conversation back to a light tone.

"Han, polygamy is illegal." I giggle.

"You can marry up to five guys in Madagascar." She points out. I roll my eyes and take a tentative glance back at the table of boys. Big mistake. They were all staring at me again, whispering to each other. Creepy.