My Kidnappers are One direction: DISCONTINUED

Chapter 10 Claire's Thunder of Hunger

Hello myu wonderful fans thanks for the log wait an d I am so sorry that I postponed my story for almosta  whole year. Anyway thank you and here is your newest chapter. 

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{Claire POV}

I awoke in my bed and looked at my arm. The shoulder was back in place and a small sling was put in place.  "Oww", I mumbled. You defiling little piece of chewbacca dung I said looking at the daisy design on the sling. I slowly got up. The first thing I thought about was food. My stomach grumbled, but I then realized I needed to pee. No like really badly. I looked at the bathroom and that at my door. That terrifying moment when you can't choose whether the bathroom or food would be the safer call. I sighed and looked at my bathroom. 

walked towards my destination with my legs tightly squished together. I then started to hop at a slow and even pace till I was at the door to my room. Honestly, if you truly believed I was gonna choice the bathroom I am going to need you to go find a unicorn cut of his horn and watch him die. I hoped down the stairs and into the kitchen passing yet again another bathroom. I looked at it with a slight longing before I walked into the kitchen. I opened a cabinet and pulled out a pack of oreos. I found some peanut butter and cut up a banana. I pulled out a loaf of bread and ate 10 oreo peanut butter and banana bread. I mean you should always eat healthy right?

I was eating my 11th sandwich when a betraying son of a biscuit eater took my sandwich and ate a bite. I almost cried for the poor oreo who had to die in vain. "Hi Clai-", Michael didn't even get to finish his sentence before I walked away. Out of the kitchen. "Claire please", He said while he tried to grab my arm. I turned around and glared at him. He let go and I walked into the bathroom and took my good time peeing. AKA waiting for Michael to leave the front of the door. I opened the door only to be met with his face. I brushed past him with my good arm and went back to the kitchen. I quickly opened the cabinet and closed it behind me. I hid underneath a pile of oeros.

"Claire", Michael said as he opened the cabinet. Damn! how did he know which one I would be in. 

"Claire", he said while climbing in the cabinet  "You know I only meant well. I just did not want to see you in pain.", He said. I already knew that I wasn't stupid and I would forgive Michael, but what he did hurt me both physically and emotionally. I knew he only did it to put it out of my misery, but I  I could not help to feel like what he did hurt more than any dislocated shoulder. "Well of course you did. OOOPS!", I said whiles smacking my hand over my colossal mouth. 'Idiot, now he will find us' 'what I couldn't help if my mouth decided to mutiny against my will and speak out'', I said before an oreo pack was moved away from my face. I looked down not willing to look at Michael in the face. 

He opened his mouth to speak "Claire I-" "WHERE ARE CLAIRE AND MICHAEL." an exasperated Lou cried out. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly the cabinet door opened and there looking shocked was a wide eyed Niall. I looked at him and for some reason I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of shame. "OHHH Hey NIALL, what's up my man? How you been? Obviously Me and Michael are having an oreo meeting about who gets ownership of this massive stand. Now aren't we just the awesome sauce on top of your spaghetti. Me and Michael. The oreo club. and the oreos OF COURSE!!!!", I said somehow feeling like I needed to explain myself. "Umm. I hate to ruin your meeting, but the doctor put you strictly on bed rest. 

I gave him the 'have you lost you food driven mind with a cherry on top' look. "Oh heck no. Sitting in a bed for hours is for people who have given up on life. I said while climbing over Michael and being careful of my still aching shoulder. " I HAVEN'T LOST MY WILL I WON'T GO DOWN WITH OUT A FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", I screeched and ran out of the cabinet and into the living room. I decided the most obvious place to go was behind the couch and put a pillow in from of my face. I know I know, best hiding spot ever. I peeked behind my pillow to see the unimpressed looks of six boys. "oh great googaly moogaly, One more boy and you guys could be in a K-pop music video with all your constipated and fake emotions. Come on guys put more life into the deflated cheeks." I said while shaking my head in sorrow.

Harry looked at Lou and Lou looked at harry. "Oh Lord help me', I said before they both advanced on me. Lou grabbed my back and harry my feet. I hung loosely as they carried me out the room. "Hey have you ever seen two brothers. Well I feel like that dead tiger who hung from the bamboo poles by the tribal men. ALL HAIL THE DEAD TIGER QUEEN", I yelled. 

'Well that obviously did not work' 'I know just let me have a moment to think pf-' 'shut up and use the only thing we have' 'your right' 'I know what would you be without me' obviously only half of Claire'

'hey guys i haven't had breakfast, so before you throw me into jail, can I at least have something, please.", I said while shuddering. I can't believe I just used the P word. "Sh*t we forgot about food.", Liam said as Lou and Harry froze up. "It's ok as long as I never go this hungry again. I feel like I haven't eaten in days.", I chuckled. They all visible paled, but only just a little. NOTE MY SARCASM

"Actually the last time you ate was about 3 days ago". Lou said. My smile and happy aura went into a very dark dark place. That was when Lou and Harry decided it was a vary good idea to put me down. Good job boys. I gave them a very cold glare and pushed them aside and headed right back into the kitchen. They made the correct decision to stay the f out of my way. I walked into a cabinet and slammed the door, I did not have to look to know that each and every one of those boys flinched.

I started to eat to my hearts content. This consisted of honey buns, rice crispy treats, mars bars, twix, kit kats, lots of oreos, sour patch kids, muffins and loaves of bread. Hey no one said it needed to be healthy. I walked out of the cabinet with a pot of snacks and took my phone out of my pocket. YES, I put it in their before I left my room, it did not just magically appear. I opened my phone and looked up the recipe for macaroni and cheese. I found it and immediately got to work with a different pot. About an hour and forty five minutes later and three pots of snacks I had a pan of freshly made mac and cheese with a whole cake and some peppermint tea. 

The boys were taking turns peeking around the corner, but every time one of them even tried to take a step inside my kitchen I would give them the eye of the tiger and hiss like the wild cat I know I am deep down inside. They did the correct thing by keeping out of the way. Happily I sat on the floor and continued to eat my whole own of mac and cheese followed by my cake and tea. After I was done I took out 4 packs of pop tarts and a pack of oreos and continued to my rooms. 

I walked back up the stairs and into my room. I looked up the hobbit on my phone, yes that is possible, and I plugged my phone into my tv that some how magicakally appeared when I woke up and started watching it. I was in the middle of my fourth box of poptarts when I heard a knock on the door.

"Hello this is Claire the queen of Unicorn Island secretary, how ever may I helpeth thee?", I answered in an overly cheery voice. "Can you please let me inside.", said the desperate voice of Michael.  "I am soo sorry, but I do not believe you have scheduled an appointment with the queen so I will have to deny you access." I said in the now unusually high voice that I was using. "Claire. Please let me in.", I could hear the desperation in his voice and I wanted to cave.

I did, but I know Michael understand I am not made at him for not eating, but I was hell bent on using it as an excuse to be left alone. Michael hurt me. And I am not someone who allows myself to trust only to be hurt. That is one of the reason I do not have many friends. I choose not to . I do not see the reason to have so many ''friends'' that will only stab you in the back. 

On the topic of friends, I suppose I consider the boys friends. Not close like Michael and I, but I suppose that I could acknowledge that we are very close acquaintances. I smiled to my self. I guess my list will grow after all, David.

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Oh lalala 

The foreshadowing of a new character. I know I am awesome sauce. Anyway soo sorry about the forever after long wait and I hope that we can still be friends with cherry cranberry on top. And all that sugar powder stuff. 

ANYWAY

Sorry this particular chappy is so short but yea. I have alot of catching up to do so

Hope you had a good break and that everyone is feeling well. 

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