Taken by One Direction

Chapter 3: Ground Rules

I awoke slowly. My whole body hurt. Suddenly, I remembered what had happened. Shit. I sat up quickly. That was a bad idea; my head was pounding. A deep chuckle brought me from my pain. I took in my surroundings. I was lying on the bed in some sort of room. The room was furnished simply; all the furniture was bult-in.

"Look who's awake." The deep voice pointed out. I rubbed my eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. On a couch to the side of the room sat 3/5 of One Direction. Harry, Louis and Niall all watched me intently.

"What the fuck happened?" I spat at them. In no way would I show the boys how terrified I actually was.

"Well, we took you." Harry said slowly. My heart dropped; One Direction kidnapped me. Holy shit.

"What the fuck? You know what? It was nice meeting you, but I think I am going to go." I say as I push myself off the bed and head for the door. Louis slid in front of me and prevented my escape.

"Sorry, babe, but we can't let you do that." He smirked. I pushed myself away from him, but he caught my wrists in his large hands. I squirmed, but his strength was no match for me. I felt the tears brim in my eyes.

"P-please let me g-go." I begged. He looked at me sympathetically with those blue eyes.

"Sorry, love, but we need you here." He hissed as he pushed me back down on the bed.

"W-why?"

"You see, life on the road gets lonely. We need someone to help us fix our, er, urges." Louis told me. Niall and Harry came over to us. I pretended to not know who they were.

"B-but I would assume capable guys such as yourselves have girlfriends." I tried to sound strong and courageous. Instead, it came out as a weak whisper. Harry grunted bitterly at my statement.

"Management won't allow it." He informed me.

"Management?" I played dumb.

"Yeah, I'm Harry Styles." He said proudly. I raised my eyebrows.

"And...?" I acted as if that name had no meaning to me.

"And this is Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan." He continued, confused as to why I wasn't fangirling.

"Oh ok. That still hasn't answered my question." I said rudely, crossing my arms.

"We're 3/5s of One Direction; internationally recognized boy band!" Niall exclaimed. I looked back and forth between the three of them and shrugged.

"Really?" I asked skeptically, "I am a huge Directioner. I think I would be able to recognize three of my future husbands." I say, rolling my eyes. I was clearly hurting their egos. Niall was starting to get very angry. Before he could say anything, though, the door opened. The other two boys walked in. This was it; I was going to break the other three.

"OH MY GOD! It is Zayn fucking Malik and Liam fucking Payne! Oh my god! Oh my god! Holy shit," I rush up to them, "I am such a huge fan." I gush. The two boys look amused. The other three are livid.

"Who the fuck- Hey!" Niall shouted.

"Is she fucking serious?!" Harry snapped. Now, Zayn and Liam looked confused. I took that small opening of an opportunity and pushed passed Zayn. I ran out the door. The next room surprised me. It was just a thin room with bunks built into the wall. I ran through that room to the next one. It suddenly dawned on me that we were on a bus.

Before I could make it any further, though, a pair of hands yanked me backwards roughly. I struggled in Louis's strong grip, but he managed to drag me back into the original room where four very pissed off boys were waiting.