Help Me. I may Die! (1D FanFic)

Help Me.

Kale's P.O.V.

"CMON! NOELLE! ITS GETTING LATE! LETS GO!" I say as I try and grab my had-way-too-much-to-drink-but-not-drunken-enough-to-call-wasted friend. She stumbles out of reach with a giggle. I lunge for her again, the stench of alcohol swirling around me. This time, I'm successful and latch on to her arm.

I yank her through the ocean of drunken bodies and help her outside, her drunken giggle giving me a headache. I don't drink. The smell and taste of it makes me gag.

I help the stumbling blonde down the road, laughing every time she falls. I help her up after her fifth time falling and stop in my tracks. Did someone just call me?

I spin around. No one. Funny.

"Hahahahahahaha why are ya so paranose??? Paranonk?" Noelle slurs.

"Paranoid." I say, "And no I'm not. I swear I...." my voice trails off as I swear to god I hear footsteps in the dark alley ahead of us. I gulp and walk on, Noelle using me for balance, her hand on my shoulder. I speed walk uncomfortably past the alley and I feel her hand leave my shoulder and her giggles stop completely.

" Noelle?" I say, cringing and slowly turning around. Just as soon as I do, someone's hand clamps down on my mouth, and the persons other arm goes around my waist. I try to scream, but its muffled my the large hand pressed to my face.

"HELP!" I try to call out.

"Shh!" a hostile whisper says in my ear. "Geezum. Harry never said you were THIS loud " I start to hyperventilate. "Shut up. Or ill have to knock you out. And im sure Harry won't thank me for turning you so early" I gulp and try to scream louder.

"SHUT UP" he roars. I nod, tears swelling in my brown eyes.

"Please , let me go, dont hurt meh" I cry out, from under his hand.

Then suddenly, all I can see is darkness.

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I open my eyes and prop myself up on my elbows. I'm in a plain white memory foam bed with just plain white sheets. I'm not tied down or anything, but when I shakily make my way to the door, it's locked

I growl and check the second door. A bathroom. I look in the mirror. I must've been crying in my sleep, because the areas under my eyes are red and puffy. I comb my dark brown hair with my finger and turn on the faucet. After about two minutes of splashing of ice cold water on my face, I sniff and straighten up.

No matter how scared I am, no matter how broken I get. Whoever it is CANNOT know I'm afraid of them.

I make my way to the bed, when I hear voices outside the door.

"You knocked her out? Lou! How did you approach her?" a deep, raspy british voice yells from outside the door.

"Well I kinda grabbed her from behind" the boy who kidnapped says. A low, growl rumbles outside. I sit on the bed and start to shake.

"That's got us on her bad side. Dammit Louis, I should've gotten her myself." the first voice says.

"Well you said get her and bring her here without turning her" I rub the back of my pounding head, "AND I DID BOTH OF THOSE THINGS!" I hear another low growl and then some hurried foot steps. 

The doors lock clicks and I squint as the door knob turns agonizingly slow. Then the door creaks open and I close my eyes, still holding my head but afraid of what I might see.

"Why hello there" the deep British voice says, "You slept until morning, ya know. I just got up"

I nod, slowly.

"I'm not necessarily going to hurt you. Not on purpose, that is." I feel the bed shift under his weight as he sits down. I gulp,

"O-Okay"

So much for not being afraid.

"Listen, I bet my" he pauses, "friend didn't approach you in the friendliest manner-" I open my eyes.

"He knocked me out" I look the boy in front of me up and down. Dark, sorta curly hair, emerald eyes. Stong build, very bulk. A couple tatoos. I would consider him hot if he hadn't basically kidnapped me.I blink.

"Well, yes but-" he starts.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Harry-" he starts.

"Why am I here?"

He growls, his eyes shifting a white-ish grey colour, "Let . Me . Speak. "

I cower away, backing up on the bed, until my back touches the wall, bracing for an impact. He grabs my arm.