I hear laughing. Is it my dad? I stretch my arms and legs, opening my eyes to reveal where I am. It's a bedroom, but definitely not mine. I stand up, getting out of the white covers and walking to the mirror in front of the bed. I scream a bit on the loud side, trying to find something to cover my bare body with. I'm naked ! How did this happen ? Where am I ?! "Oh how lovely, my queen has awaken!" I hear a man say, which I know for sure is not my father. The guy has an accent, pretty rich one, too. Irish? No not that much. Could it be Australian? No, don't they say "mate" in almost every one of their sentences? WAIT. I know, this man is British. I hear footsteps, and my gut instinct is to hide. So I follow it. I run in the closet, closing it gently so this monster won't hear me. As soon as I'm camouflaged by all the dirty clothes piled up in here, I can hear the doorknob turning. Wait I'm still naked! I find a shirt and put it on. It's big enough to cover me up to my mid thighs. I sit back down, but feel something cold and hard on my buttocks. I pick it up, and it's an iPhone. Making sure it's on silent, I click the lock button. Okay, that's a lot of notifications. The first one is from Twitter, and it says
"@iheart1D mentioned you in a tweet."
'Oh Harry why can't you marry me ?! We'll make precious babies'. Well that was something, I think as I scroll down the rest of the notifications, which all have "Harry" and "One Direction" in it. Well at least I have a little information about this guy ... What happened to him anyways? A cold tear falls down my cheek, and I catch it. I'm so scared, what time is it, where am I, what is my dad doing? Does he know something's wrong? "Oh love, I'll find you. You wanna play Hide And Go Seek? Then we shall. 5, 4, 3," he continues, and I just pray that everything will be okay. That this is a dream. "Ready or not, here I come!" And the closet door opens. He picks me up and throws me on to the bed, my struggling just making it worse.
