Chapter 8 (Meeting One Direction)

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«««Kate's Point Of View»»»

As I entered the large tour bus, inside was a dark tanned couch, a flat screen tv, and beyond that was a couple bunk beds.

I stood in shock, this thing was bigger than Lady Gaga's tour bus...

Harry chuckled at my expression.

"Here babe, sit." So I did on the couch.

"The boys went out to speak with our manager with the tour and all, bit they'll be back soon..." He trailed off as he went through the bunk bed hallway.

I looked into the tv as another sponge Bob show came on, these boys were like 4 year-old olds, eh?

Harry stride back over to me with a curious glare.

"What?" I asked.

"So how did you end up here?" He asked.

"Well last week someone kidnapped me, in Arizona. Then I guess that they sedated me or something. And then I woke in a room and when I took a peek out the door saw that I was in a club." I didn't want to tell him anymore, it would scar my heart for life...

"I see, what happened-"

"HARRY WERE BAAAAAACK!" Screamed a voice.

Then came in four young boys, I guess that this was One Direction...

"Hey guys, this is Kate." Harry told them.

All eyes were on me, I felt so weird, and awkward too. They all smiled at me with curiosity, I each gave them a hand shake.

"I'm Niall." The blond, irish lad told me.

"Zayn." Said the exotic faced man.

"I'm Louis!" The Brown haired boy cheered.

"Hey I'm liam!" The buzz cut smirked.

"Ok well me and Kate will talk you guys so I will see you later." Harry said.

He looked sad, he guided me to his bunk bed, we both sat down, the awkward silence creeper me out.

"Kate, what did they do to you?" Harry firmly whispered.

I didn't want to tell him, not now, I feel like shit, I wanna be buried in hell, my anxiety level is getting high, I must sleep.

"I- don't, The- harry I don't want to talk about it..." My eyes swelled of the memory.

"Kate. Tell me." I was about to break down in tears, the man rapping me, him beating the shit out of me, I can't stop the dirty tape in my mind.

"N-n-no...please I just want to sleep." I then felt a lone tear stream down my face, then another, and then more came down, before that I then started to sob in Harry's arms...

"Kate, I promise you that no one will ever treat you like that again....okay?" He whispered, like he was about to cry also.

"Ok, but can I just sleep now?" I needed some really bad, I felt like complete shit...

"Course babe, I will be watching tv...okay?"

"Ok...."

He kissed my forehead and left me.

I made myself comfortable and covered myself in the fleece blanket...

Will those nasty memories ever die down?

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