Broken // discontinued

Chapter 1

Faith's P.o.v.

As most teens do, my friends and I had snuck out to a big party that everyone had been talking about. I had only been living in London for about three months now because of my dad's job transfer, but spent every second I could with Sophia, Peyton, and Madee since my parents didn't care much about me.

"Damn its cold," Sophia whined.

"I told you we were going out, you should have brought a jacket," I sassed.

"Wait guys, this is it right?"

Peyton held out a tiny, crumpled slip of paper with an address on it.

"I guess so. This is supposed to be a huge party I'm so excited!" I couldn't help but smile at the thought of getting out of the house for a night.

When we walked in, lights were flashing and the music was extremely loud. Sophia was nudging my arm to try to tell us something but I gave up trying to understand her over the noise. So far it was a pretty great party and it got even better when I figured out what Sophia was talking about. I spotted familiar faces at the bar across the building. Liam, Zayn, Niall, Louis, and Harry were all heavily drinking and enjoying each other's company. None of them were supposed to be drinking because they were under contract. Simon had mentioned in an interview that they were trying to break their "bad boy image." Niall was laughing at jokes that clearly weren't funny and Louis was concentrated on his phone as well as Zayn.

Louis and Zayn made eye contact with us simultaneously which made it immediately uncomfortable. We looked away as fast as possible. The situation gave me an uneasy feeling and thinking about it made me nauseated. Something about it didn't feel right.

"Um, did you guys see Louis and Zayn?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Shit," Madee cursed under her breath.

"I don't think they should be drinking like that," Peyton almost looked scared.

We decided after having a couple more drinks that we should probably leave before it gets out of control. It wasn't a regular thing for us to underage drink, but it was almost a nervous tick for me. The more uneasy I felt, the more I drank. Sophia was of age so she was able to bring the rest of us drinks. It was around 11:30 at night when we decided to leave the party. We started heading down the street when we heard heavy footsteps following behind us. It was the boys. My heart stopped. We all stood there in disbelief.

"Hey beautiful where do you think you're going?" Niall asked slurring his words, clearly wasted. He pulled me into his chest and rubbed my back.

"Um can I help you?" I retorted, disgusted with the situation.

"I don't like your attitude," he said shoving me to the ground. The cold cement cut open my knee causing it to bleed.

"Come on love," Louis sighed while picking me up bridal style.

I kicked and screamed for help but it was useless. The streets were empty.

The rest of the boys picked up my friends and dragged them along to wherever they were taking us.

Every time I yelled he held on to me tighter. I felt a pinch in my arm and my whole body became weak. The last thing I remember hearing was a faint whisper in my ear,

"Sleep tight, angel."

Madee's P.o.v.

My head was pounding and my heart is racing. I sat in confusing trying to bring back any memory of what could of happened. Nothing.

"Sorry mate, you weren't going down easy." Zayn said with a smirk.

Wow. They kidnapped us. I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought of how ridiculous this all was. It sounds cliché but I hated every minute of it, I was helpless and weak. These boys had become so arrogant and conceded over the years I had no interest anymore. I sat in silence for a minute trying to figure out how this happened. I finally spoke up,

"I have a couple-"

"Shut up."

"Don't tell me to shut up."

"Sorry, stop talking."

I waited a few more minutes before I decided I'd ask my questions anyway.

"Where are my friends and why am I, hm, in the back of your car?"

"Your friends are fine, They're with Harry." Niall smiled.

"K, then why am I in the back of your car?"

"Ill explain it later. Just stop.asking.questions." He said breaking up his words making it, very clear.

It was funny to see how pissed they got when I talked. Although it was funny, my attitude was hurting the situation even more. Liam had a tight grip of my wrist and every "rude" thing I said, he held on tighter.

"Liam let go, you're bruising my wrist!"

"Sorry love, but I cant let go of you, you might escape."

"Ass."

"Excuse me?" His expression hardened.

"Nothing, nothing.."

I decided to work up some fake tears to reverse their decision.

"Louis, I really miss my parents, please don't kidnap me, I've never been away from my parents before." A fake tear rolled down my cheek and I buried my face in my hands to keep myself from laughing.

"Talk again and you'll regret it."

Out of all of them Louis was extremely prude and sassy. I didn't like it.

We pulled up to a gorgeous house that was pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Liam picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. I soon noticed my friends being dragged into the house behind me. They threw us on the couch and they sat across from us. Sophia was the only one who made direct eye contact with them.

I spoke up with a sassy attitude,

"Do you want to explain to us why we're here?"

They all smirked. I was scared.

"You girls were the only ones who recognized us at the party tonight. I'm sure you're aware of the issue that the press wants us to break our bad boy image." Liam spoke.

"Yeah, because kidnapping four girls is really going to help with that." I spat.

"Make yourself comfortable sweetheart, you're not going anywhere." Harry chimed in.

There was an awkward silence until Niall broke it.

"Time for bed ladies! Follow me!"

The funny thing is that none of us moved. We sat right where we were; we didn't move a muscle.

"Go to bed," Louis said through clenched teeth. Once again, none of us had moved besides Sophia who decided to attempt to escape. She ran straight for the door but was quickly stopped by Harry who made it there first. I could tell by her expression that her confidence had drained and she knew exactly what was going to happen. Harry slapped her. Hard. Sophia fell to the ground holding the side of her face, whimpering. I got up from the couch to go help her but was pushed away by Louis.

"Go to bed," he repeated. This time it was a command. We followed Niall down the hallway that seemed to have an endless number of rooms, to a tiny room at the end of the hallway.

"Goodnight!" they all said in unison. The door slammed shut.

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