Taken by One Direction

Chapter 8: Kick

I woke up seemingly happy. The bus was air conditioned so it was cold. I was snuggled under the covers with a warm arm pressing me into a warm body. I was spooning. My back was pressed up against someone's chest, my butt against someone's crotch and my fingers interlocked in someone's hand.

Wait, what? Holy shit. Instinct took over and I kicked whoever was behind me in the crotch. The poor guy rolled off the bed and landed on the floor with a thud and a small yelp.

Suddenly, everything came clear to me. I was in the bus. I was kidnapped. I was in Louis's bunk. Louis was... SHIT!

I leaned over the edge of the bunk to see Louis crumpled in a ball on the floor, holding his, well, er, balls. Harry shot out of bed.

"What happened, mate?" He asked as he went over to Louis.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" I squeaked from the bunk. I was going to get it. Louis couldn't answer; he was too busy grabbing his balls in pain.

"What happened?" Liam came in from the front of the bus, smirking. Niall was right behind him.

"It was an accident! I didn't think- I wasn't- I didn't know- I just- SORRY!" I rushed out. The three boys looked up at me in amusement. Zayn was still asleep in his bunk, refusing to wake up.

Louis looked up at me, pain clearly in his eyes. He opened his mouth. I prepared for yelling, but instead, a tiny squeak came out.

"Why?" I bit my lip and slid out of the bunk and onto the floor. Liam stepped back so that I could crawl over to the hurt boy on the floor.

"I'm sorry. I forgot where I was and I freaked out. I didn't mean to-" Harry abruptly cut me off.

"Wait. Did you kick Lou in the groin?" He chuckled. I looked up with worry and nodded.

"I didn't mean to. I just woke up and we were... I didn't mean to." I started to shake in fear. Oh my god, they were going to beat the crap out of me. Harry's reaction surprised me; he started to cackle.

"HA! That's the best!" Harry lay back down in bed, laughing. I rushed over and patted Lou on the back while he rolled on the floor.

"I am so sorry!" I whispered to him. He forced himself to sit up next to me. Liam rolled his eyes and stepped back into the kitchenette area. Well, it was more like a counter and a minifridge. Niall followed him.

"Oh my god! Please don't hate me. I really didn't mean to." I begged him. He twisted his face in pain for a few more seconds before relaxing again.

"I-It's fine." He whispered in a strained voice. I patted his shoulder gently.

"I am really sorry," I whispered to him nervously, "please don't hurt me." I added in the second part more quietly.

"What?" He turned to me, his voice starting to return to its normal octave.

"I really didn't mean to. Please, I won't do it again." I begged him quietly so that none of the other guys would hear.

"Why would I hurt you?" He asked as he got to his feet. He seemed to have recovered fully. Now, I was on the floor and he towered over me.

"I-I kicked you. I kicked you in, in, in the-" he held up his hand and cut me off.

"Ah, thank you but I don't need a recap." He said with an edge of bitterness. I gulped back the tears that were threatening to spill because of the fear in my body.

"I am so sorry." I whispered to him.

"It's ok. I'm fine now." He assured me. He reached his hand out. I flinched, waiting for him to hit me, but he never did.

"Aren't you going to hit me?" I asked, looking suspiciously at his outstretched hand.

"N-no! Why would I hit you? I mean I know that you kicked me, but it was an accident, so why should I hurt you?" he gasped as he shoved his hand further in my face. I put my hand in his. He helped pull me up from the floor.

"Why did you kick me, anyways?" He chuckled. Was he seriously asking me this?

"Uh, we were spooning and I kind of freaked so I kicked you." I admitted with a blush. Harry, who was still lying in his bunk, laughed harder when I said this.

"Hey sweet cheeks!" he called to me during laughs. Louis rolled his eyes and stepped away so that I could see Harry.

"Er, yes?" I tried to sound polite. Harry was only wearing boxers. Lovely.

"I'm going to be sleeping with you in a few days, and I like to spoon. Just a heads up, you kick me in the balls and I'm not going to laugh it off." He threatened me. I nodded and took in a shaky breath. I would have to remember that for the future.

"Would you like breakfast?" Liam peaked his head in.

"Yes!" Harry roared.

"Yup!" Louis chirped, completely recovered now.

"How about you, Katie?" Liam looked to me. I quickly looked away. I was going to say no, but I remembered what happened the last time I refused food.

"Um, yes please." I said quietly. Liam raised his eyes in surprise but then went back to the kitchenette.

Liam came back a few minutes later with a couple bowls of cereals. I accepted mine and pushed the cereal around to make it look like I ate a little. I really didn't want to eat any of their food, but I didn't want to be choked by Niall again. When Liam came around and collected the bowls, he looked back and forth between me and the food.

"Next time at least make it LOOK like you ate something." He scolded me. I started to shake again. Whenever the boys got slightly mad, the fear rose within me.

"S-sorry." I muttered. He rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen without hitting me. I breathed out a sigh in relief.

"Okay, well we need to go to work now!" Niall called from the front room. Louis sighed and started to strip. I blushed and quickly cover my eyes.

"Oh come on babe! I'm not getting out of my boxers, Jesus relax." He laughed at me. I refused to pull my hand from my eyes. I heard Harry laugh too.

"It's safe now, babe." Louis chuckled. I removed my hand to find both Louis and Harry changed and trying to pull Zayn from bed.

About a half an hour later, the boys were dragging me back to the room with the bed. I was kicking and screaming and they were just hissing threats. Liam pushed me down onto the chair forcefully and held me down while Louis and Harry worked on the ropes. Niall had gone to grab a snack and Zayn was still getting ready.

Louis kept shooting me sympathetic and apologetic looks while he bound my body to the chair. I thrashed against the ropes, so Harry had to stop with the ropes and assist Liam in tying me down. Louis worked quickly to tie me up and then the boys rushed out of the bus; apparently they were late for an interview or something. About a minute later, though, Liam rushed back and put duct tape over my lips.

"Sorry, love." He called as he ran out of the bus. About an hour of being tied to that hard, uncomfortable chair, I decided to make a game out of it. I named the game: How to escape from horny boy band kidnappers.

I started to think of ways to escape. I mean, Louis had left the ropes a little loose. Maybe it was just to be sweet or maybe he wanted me to escape...

I started to wiggle around in the ropes. They hadn't put the handcuffs on. I could do this.