∇I Kidnapped One Direction∇

Chapter 28

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Sorry about the slow updates. Am just going through tough times right now. Drama and Schoolwork. But here you go.
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All I could do was think over and over again about how they are gone. Forever to be exact. What if this is a joke. I hope it's a joke. They can't just go back to the United Kingdom just like that. I don't understand. It's not like I did anything wrong to them. It's not like I kidnapped them and treated them wrongly. I actually took good care of them. We all had some sort of bond. Especially me and Liam. We were good buddies.

I looked down into my sweaty palms. I don't know if we can be good buddies anymore. I felt a whimper but something was stopping me. I didn't want to tear up in front of my parents. They would be asking me all of these questions. Even stop the car if they had to. Making me feel embarrassed. There are people in the world. I mentally rolled my eyes. Of course, there are nosy people. They love being in other people's businesses.

But that's not the point. They are gone and I don't think I can get them back. Or. I could kidnap them again after the third time. I don't know how to get to the United Kingdom without any money or a passport. It would be easier if they were still in America.

I wiped my palms on my pants. The car stopped. Even though it was only about two days in jail it felt like I've been away from home for a week.

The birds chirping in the grey skies. The winds bristling in the trees. Before I could fully open the door my mom yelled out. "Wait Layla, there is a car!" I closed the door back, startled, and thanked my mom. After the car passed by I opened the door again and ran across the street. I threaded my fingers through my hair witnessing grease coming from my hair. I wrinkled my nose remembering the last time I showered.

My mom walked over and handed me the keys to open the door. I walked in. Everything was the same as last time. Noticing that it wasn't all that the same without the boys. I frowned. I sighed and walked upstairs.

"I'll go take a shower," I said expecting my mom to hear me. She didn't say anything. I threw out random pieces of clothing and jogged into the bathroom. Turning the faucet on warm. I slipped out of my old clothes and tossed them aside. Threading my fingers into my hair again I walked into the shower. I closed my eyes while the almost hot water dripped and splashed down my body, it feeling like a thousand beads hitting my body at once. That's when I started crying for the second time in one day. I thought about the jail. Me being in a cell. The boys. School. Luke. Ashton. Not being able to see the boys. Everything. I thought about everything. My tears blending into the water pouring down my body. I could care less as long as I have my privacy.
I eventually scrubbed my body with soap and water. I was still crying. I couldn't stop.

Find your happiness somewhere else. Don't keep holding on to despair.

I told myself. I sniffed. My nose burning from sniffing in water by accident.

I thought about the day I was in that half-lit room with that investigator. The day before I went into the cell. I thought about the boys saying bye to me one by one. How Liam would be so caring and gentle. Zayn being sensitive about me going to jail. I wouldn't blame him. Harry and me almost arguing. Then, then....it clicked to me. The kiss. I and Niall kissed. I stopped what I was doing. It was. It was good. The kiss was good. He was so gentle. His lips were warm. I remember smelling cold mint when I sniffed in. I felt my face begin warming up. I continued scrubbing my legs, but harder this time.

Feeling paranoid. I washed off the soap and turned the faucet off. I hopped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around myself avoiding looking at myself in the mirror.