Kidnapped With One Direction. (A 1D fan fic.) [On Hold]

What Are Your Names?

(A/N: I know I haven't updated in too long. This is a bit of a filler but I just got a new phone and I think I have more time now and can start updating a lot more! Onto the story!)

     I woke up groggily and was blinded by extremely bright lights. I groaned, rolled onto my side-ignoring the pain, and covered my face with the blanket.

     “She moved!” Someone yelled.

     “She moved! She must be awake! Guys wake up! Lana’s awake!” They continued to yell. I groaned again and pulled the pillow under my head over and on top of my head, because I just realized I had a headache and this guys’ yelling was not helping it at all. I then heard, although muffled they may be, a chorus of inaudible mumbling and groans.

     “What Niall? Why did you wake us up, we just got some sleep!” a higher pitched, but still obviously male, voice complained groggily. Niall? That name seems oddly familiar; I just can’t put my finger on it though.

     “She’s awake! I saw her move, see!?!?” The first guy said excitedly.

     “Maybe she just turned over in her sleep, Niall. I’m pretty sure if she was awake she’d be looking at us and not under the covers.” A gentle voice said, also a guy. How many of them are there?!?! I groaned lightly again, feeling uncomfortable in my current position, and flipped over to my other side, blanket and pillow still over my head. “Or not…” The same voice said trailing off.

     “Zayn, can you go get a nurse or something?” Yet another voice asked this one deep and slow.

     “Of course, I’ll be right back.” A fifth voice said, male of course. I heard shuffling and a door opening then closing a moment or two later.

     “How many of you are there?” I mumbled out loud to them. I heard one of them chuckle lightly.

     “Love, can you please look up at us?” The higher pitched guy said.

     “But the bright lights will make my headache worst!” I complained like a child.

     “Please, love?” The first guy asked. He had a strange accent to me, all of them did really, and I believe he is Irish. Someone grabbed my hand and I perked up a little when I felt like sparks slightly jolt through me for a second. I jumped a little and looked at four very familiar faces. I just stared at them all, one at a time. I know that I know them, but I just can’t put a name to any of their faces. My headache was pounding and just before I realized the blonde one’s name the door opened and in came a fifth guy, whom I presume is Zayn, he had a nurse with him.

     “Oh, Miss Austin, I’m glad to see you’re awake. Are you experiencing any memory loss or headaches?” She asked.

     “Um, I’m pretty sure I know them,” I say, indicating the five boys, “But I don’t know their names, and I do have a headache.”

     “Alright, I’ll get you some pain killers." The nurse said.

     “You don’t know us?” the blond asked me sadly.

     “I didn’t say that. I said that I don’t remember you’re names, but I do know you… Somehow…” I trailed off. I then added "What are your names? That might help me, you know, remember."

I know it's not much, but a surprise will happen in the next update! Stay strong and keep following along!

~TheWriter1999.