Last First Kiss {A One Direction Fanfic}

Chapter 7 - Taken Hostage:

Chapter 7 - Taken Hostage

“Let’s go!” Louis grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door with all the boys following behind making sure I couldn’t escape.

“I don’t want to write songs with you let alone sing on the same bloody album as you!!” I exclaimed trying to break free.

We went down the elevator and through the reception. Louis winking at the receptionist who I pranked last year and all the boys laughed hysterically. I giggled too as it was rather funny. We went out the front door and into a black van. Louis pushed me into the car and all the boy’s hopped in. how could this not look like a kidnapping? I clearly didn’t want to be with them since I was yelling ‘let me go’ the whole time.

“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?” I yelled at them. They all laughed and Niall put his arm around me. I glared at him but that only made him hug me tighter.

“Back to our hotel” Harry winked at me while grinning from ear to ear.

“EWWWW! NO! LET ME OUT OF THIS CAR! AND NIALL LET GO OF ME!! FUCKKKK!!!” I yelled, getting even angrier and annoyed every second. The boys laughed harder and soon enough we were at their hotel. I thought this would be a great time to escape. But instead I found myself over Zayn’s shoulder and in his tight grasp.

“It’s ok love, it’ll be fun!” he chirped happily.

“Yeah we aren’t that bad!” Louis and Harry piped in.

“Yeah except for the fact that you practically kidnapped me and now tossed me over your shoulder.”

“Most girls would love this.” Niall pointed out.

“Yeah well I’m not most girls and I thought we already established that I don’t like you and you don’t like me. So why in the hell do you want to be stuck in the same room as me?!” I was beginning to get impatient.

“We never said we didn’t like you.” Harry pointed out.

“We actually like you a lot. You’re pretty cool. You don’t scream in our face and try and take advantage of us. You act like yourself around us and don’t try to be anything that you’re not. You pull pranks on us. You’re funny. And just different from everyone else.” Louis finished whilst all the boys nodded their heads in agreement.

“So you like me ‘cause I hate you?” I asked confused.

“Well actually we don’t think you hate us. We know you did in 2011 but we think you have warmed to us and actually don’t mind us, but you are still putting on the act. For what reason we haven’t quite figured out yet.” Liam explained as if it was all too obvious.

“Yeah I still hate you. You are just arrogant. I mean you are being arrogant right now deciding that I don’t hate you anymore. Full of yourselves, the lot of ya’s!” I finished my rant to them all laughing at me. I didn’t know what I was more mad at, the fact that I had to be around them or the fact that they think I don’t hate them.

We arrived at their room and Zayn placed me on the sofa. I jumped up and legged it towards the door. Louis stood in front of it and took me back to the couch.

“Before you run off can we please just explain something to you?” he asked as sweetly as he could.

“Fine.” I said bluntly. I don’t really care what sob story will come out of their mouth. I just want to leave.

“We know you don’t want to be here and that’s quite obvious. But we need you here. All those things you said about our songs were 100% true. We need you around. No one ever tells us the truth. Only what they think we want to hear, and it’s becoming irritating.” Niall then took over from Liam.

“We need you to make our album great. Without your help it will just be another shit album that only the fans will like and soon enough they won’t even like it.” Niall looked straight into my eyes and it looked like he was searching for my soul.

“Please, if you care at all about the music industry and it not turning into re-runs of the same lame music over and over again, you would help us. We can’t do this without you. You don’t have to sing on the album if you don’t want to. We will talk to Simon; he just really believes in you and always pushes people he believes in.” Louis continued, and I could tell he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

“Please help us.” Harry said, looking at me with a hopeful expression. His eyes were widened and he bit his bottom lip.

“I-I...” I stuttered, the words not coming to my mouth. I wanted to scream no and run off but then I thought of Dad and how happy it would make him. All he wanted was for me to act like I was enjoying myself, and if I backed out of this, he will never look at me the same. Guilt built up in my entire body and before I knew it I screamed my answer to them…

“Ok I’ll do it. I’ll help you with your lyrics and I’ll sing on the song for you…” I looked up and all the boys were smiling from ear to ear as if they had just won the lotto. They bounced up and down and grabbed me into a bear hug.

“THANK-YOU! THANK-YOU! THANK-YOU!!” They all yelled at once, and all I could do was smile at how happy they genuinely seemed.