Taken by One Direction

Chapter 10: Gates

The rest of the evening passed rather quickly. I pretty much stayed silent as the boys went on with what was their usual night. Of course, I would put in a snide remark or sarcastic comment where I could. Usually, Harry and Louis would laugh at my bluntness, while Zayn and Liam would get mad. I was careful not to say anything to Niall, though. I still didn't know what made him lose his temper like he had last night and I had no desire for a repeat.

At the end of it all, I took a shower and got ready for bed. I waited a moment to see which bed Liam got in. Everyone else climbed into bed, but Liam and Harry. Liam was too distracted by something on his Macbook. I waited another moment for him.

Harry sat at the booth fiddling around on his iPhone.

"Um, Liam?" I spoke up quietly. He waits a moment before acknowledging me.

"Yes?" He asked, slightly frustrated. Whatever he was doing on his laptop was clearly important.

"Er, which bunk is yours?" I ask, even quieter than before.

"That one." He says, pointing at the one nearest to him. I nod and go over and climb into bed. I make sure there is a ton of room for him to climb in whenever he wants. I didn't want to piss Liam off.

After about an hour of lying there, I doze off. I tried really hard not to, but I just couldn't take it; I wasn't fucking exhausted.

After about another hour, I am woken up. Liam gently climbs into bed next to me in an attempt not to wake me up. The bed dips softly as he gets comfortable. I sigh and move over as much as I can for him. About a half an hour of lying next to each other awkwardly, Liam drapes his arm over my waist.

I immediately stiffen at his touch. I did not want the boys touching me. I was extremely uncomfortable with any physical relationship with them. I was afraid Liam would hurt me if I asked him to move, though. It was a risk I was willing to take.

"Liam?" I whispered. No response.

"Liam?" I ask again.

"Mmm?' He grumbled.

"Can you please stop touching me?" I whispered. I hear him groan, but his arm stayed put.

"Please?" I whisper again. No response. I start to shake in nervousness. Shit. I was about to go into a hyperventilation attack when I hear a snore escape Liam's lips. He was asleep. That's it. He didn't move because he's asleep.

I carefully slid out from under his arm and curled into a tight ball in the corner of the bed. That was exactly how I awoke the next morning.

The bed was empty though. I glanced over at the little digital clock on the floor. It was almost 7am. Yuck. I slowly sat up and looked around. Both Zayn and Liam were missing. The other boys were sound asleep in their little pervy dream land. I looked out the window to see Zayn in his pajamas, which was his boxers, taking a smoke.

I hear the noise of running water. The bathroom. Someone was shower. Ok, so I assumed that Liam was taking a shower while everyone else was sleeping. I creepily sit in bed and watch Zayn smoke. He carefully pulls his cigarette from his mouth and drops it to the ground. He takes the tip of his shoe and rubs it into the ground.

Ripping open the door to the bus, he lets it shut behind him on its own and, not noticing me, climbs back into his bed. Groaning, he pulls his covers over his body and falls back asleep. I stay frozen until I hear a snore from him.

So now that I'm awake and everyone, but a showering Liam, is asleep, what do I do? I am bored. I sit in the bed and look around the bus for a few minutes until my eyes narrowed in on the door. Zayn hadn't shut it all the way. I could just walk over and open the door without having to break the lock and make a lot of ruckus.

Was I going to do this? Yes, yes I was. I carefully climbed out of bed and tiptoed across the bus. I freeze once I hear someone rustle around, but it is just Harry shuffling his pillow. He didn't actually wake up.

Ok, so here I go. Am I actually going to do this?

I carefully reach out for the door and pull it open without a sound. The fresh air hits me. I breathe it in and slowly step outside, making sure the door shuts gently behind me. Not a sound.

I hadn't realized how long it had been since I had been outside. Today was Thursday and One Direction kidnapped me on... Sunday? So I hadn't been outside in four days. Breathing in the fresh air was relief. I didn't spare a moment, though, to feel the sun's rays heat my skin. I couldn't afford that.

It looks like we're in some sort of a gated parking lot. There are a few other buses around me, but they look empty. I glance at the signs. Ok, so I was in the middle of the VIP parking for some big arena. 7am and no one was here. If I could just make my way out of this area, I was home free.

I notice the exit to the gated area and quickly sprint in that direction. Ok, getting closer to the gate. I was actually going to get away with this. For some reason, I wasn't shaking like I usually do when I get scared. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, or maybe it was my confidence but I managed to carry myself over to the gate. Locked.

That's ok; the fence didn't look that hard to climb. I could make my way over it quickly. I was about to put my foot on a nook between the chain links when out of nowhere, something collided with my body and sent me to the hard pavement. I don't have time to pick myself up.

It wasn't a something, it was a someone.