I woke up to a loud bang & a thick Irish accent cursing.
"FUCK!!"
I looked down & noticed i was naked. The last thing i remeber is going to a party with some band or something. The night was a blurr. Well a party isnt a party without drinks right?
I looked around & all i saw was i was in the middle of nowhere. But the scenery was beautiful. Ot was green all around & the windows were open & everything was white. I didnt know anyone from Ireland so i was scared. I am definatly NOT facing my kidnapper. Even if he has a gogeous house.
"Did i wake you?" I jump. I turn to see a boy, looks about 17, but you could tell he's older.. How was i taken by this short kid..? At 13 i was 5'7 & real self concious. I wonder how he feels. WOAH. I CANNOT be thinking about my kidnappers feelings.
"Uh..Um..Yeah. I mean no.. I woke up anyway.." I said. I could tell he knows that im scared. When i get scared i always studder.
"Well, since you're awake, why don't we eat? You hungry?" He said. He seems pretty nice, but i think i should be aware of him.
"Oh, No. I'm fine.." My voice shook. *GRRRR* My stomach growls. Why, of all moments, did i decide to get hungry. He looks at me funny. With a little smile on his face. He seems amused. AMUSED? I'M SCARED AS FUCK, & HE'S LAUGHING AT ME?
"I think you're lying Kaylie," How's he know my name? Did he drug me? "Now c'mon. Let's eat. I dont bite." He smiles a big smile. Braces. He has braces. He sees im looking & quickly closes him mouth. 'Unless you ask." He says with a laugh.
"Haha.. If you dont mind me asking, who are you..? How do you know me?" I ask.
"You dont remember? Well explains it.. You were drunk outta your mind last night." I look horrified. "You were like that when i found you, i swear." He puts up his hands as too surrender.
"Okay. That doesnt answer one question." I give him my look. Its pretty imtimidating, ive been told..
His eyes drift away from my eyes. His eyes are amazing. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! A light blue that stands out almost from anywhere. "Sorry, love." Love..? "We met at a party yesterday, me & my band were playing a gig when a bunch of sluts try to grab us. Louis runs away, Harry, As usual, jumps in, & Zayn just sits there, looking bored." They all seem so fimiliar. Those names. "Thats when i saw you. A bunch of drunk girls were stepping on you. Look looked like a mess. But i helped you out. I told Louis it wasnt going anywhere, & i tried to get your information so i could take you home, but you wouldnt budge. You just wouldnt tell me. So i had some fun." Oh, no. He RAPED me! He saw the look on my face & quickly explained, "NO! No. not like that. Im not like that. I ment have a drink & dance. But at the end you still were being stubborn. So i took you home. You smelled terrible so i bathed you. I didnt look at anything personal. Just undressed you & ran the water, & helped you NOT drownd yourself. When i put you in bed, you said you need someone right now. That its hard, & you dont feel loved, & latched yourself on & wouldnt let go, so i just layed down with you. I didnt do anything, but you.. YOU were frisky. So i gave you what you wanted." He looks at me with a smile & a wink. Damn. Hes perfect. Why is he this perfect? There is no way i can be mad.
"Whats your name, for the third time?" I give him a irritated look.
"Niall. Niall Horan." He didnt move. Eyes staring & face stone cold.
OH MY GOD. It all popped back in. I remember everything! The party, the way he pushed those girls off & helped me too the bathroom, when he cleaned me up. When we had sex... I had sex with a famous guy. From One Direction. Niall Horan.
