Hey. I'm Alyssa, but people always call me Ally or Lyssa. I am a 17 year old girl with long medium brown hair, smokey grey eyes, and semi-pale skin. I'm a typical teenage girl, I love the hunger games trilogy, makeup, music, and I am in love with one direction. I love them all sooo much, but i have an extreme soft spot for Harry. I read too many 1D fanfics. I know almost all the words to all One Direction songs by heart. I have 1D posters covering my walls. I have cut outs. I have all of their songs. I have pretty much EVERYTHING one direction. Yeah. I'm obsessed, I admit it. Anyway, I'm average height, people say I'm absolutely perfect in every single way, but I really don't think I am all that great. My life isn't perfect, its not a fairy tale. I have my problems. People don't understand me or my life. I mean... My life is... Um.... Strange... I have been kidnapped 3 times so far. The first time, I was 13, the second time I was 15, and the last one was actually about 4 months ago. I'm not going to bore you with the details. I'm a clever girl and I know how to escape and fight. Everyone knows who I am because I've been in the news and stuff since I've been kidnapped 3 times. I hope I don't ever have to go through it again but knowing my luck, I just might. I am listening to one direction's new album and doing some chores when I hear a knock on the door. Hm. Isn't it kinda late for a visitor? Maybe. I don't know. It's 9:45 at night, maybe it isn't too late for a guest. I turn the faucet off and head towards the door. I'm the only one home right now, and I am nervous this is gonna be a kidnapping. I have a pocket knife with me though. I had started carrying it constantly after the first time I was kidnapped. I grab the knife out of my back pocket, but don't pull it out. Not yet. Not until I know if I'm in danger or not. Another knock. "COMING!" I yell. I pull the front door opened and a man in a mask (cliche right?) is standing on the porch. I gasp and am about to pull the knife out when he grabs me by the neck. I fight, kicking and scratching him. No use. I grasp the pocket knife and stab him in the leg. He grunts but doesn't let me go. This dude is tough. I have an idea. I bring my knee up and knee him hard where the sun don't shine. "OW!" He barks. I know that voice... My kidnapper is.... Harry Styles?!
