The Boys Next Door

Chapter 11

-Amber's POV-
I sit on the couch, rolling my eyes as Calum pulls out a list, reading "Rules". How idiotic is this going to be?

My question gets answered as Calum starts talking.
"So umm, this is pretty much it" he says as he starts reading the rules out;
Rules:
1. Don't try and sneak out, it won't work.
I roll my eyes at that one
2. Always be polite, if we ever go out to eat, use your manners.
3. Don't make this difficult for us.
I stopped listening after that. Like, who do you think I am?

I pull out my phone, ignoring them completely, getting lost in a trance.
I'm sadly, but suddenly pulled back whenever they're snapping in my face.
"What do you want?" I snap at them.

"You need to be listening" Luke replies.
I scoff at his words.
"Why would I want to listen to you?"
Luke sighs.

He makes some sort of hand signal and Calum and Ashton walk away. Michael picks me up, over his shoulder as I kick, scream, and squeal. You name it, I did it.
Michael puts me in this dark room in what looks to be the basement. The door is metal and bolted, and I gasp when I hear him say "Sorry..." and walk away.

What?!? I'm not some animal! Are they gonna feed me?! Does this place have wifi?

My thoughts are interrupted whenever I hear the basement door close, and the boys start talking. I sigh, turning my phone's flashlight on, looking around the dark room to see a dark kitchen type thing, a bed made of metal with few sheets, and a small nightstand with a old lamp.

I walk over to the lamp, turning it on, it barely lighting up the room.

This might take some getting used to.

-A/N-
Sorry for not updating, I've been reading other stories to get some inspiration and I just have been personally struggling. Thank you for being so cool. More updates will be posted, and I don't mind you giving me feedback *wink, wink* 😉.

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