Kidnapped Again?! - [DISCONTINUED].

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Alex's POV

I walked around the vacation home, looking around for something to do. The house was just so boring, I didn't find anything to do. I dragged my hand on the white walls, looking at the soft paintings that littered the home.

They were paintings of sunsets, forests, beautiful settings that I stared closely at it. They were so beautiful, but what a useless trinket. Somehow, I felt like that. A useless trinket.

What to do? I thought before rewording my thought, What can I do? I put a finger on my lip and pondered like a cliched white girl, before laughing and putting my hand down. Strolling through the hallway, I entered the living room.

Louis was not quite up yet, so I made sure to keep quiet. I opened the fridge and saw a bunch of food, but nothing to eat. I laughed, how ironic was that idea. I walked into the room with the large TV.

My eyes caught a book laid on the table. Gently, I picked it up and read the title: The Great Gatsby. Shrugging, I walked towards the couch and laid down on it, stomach first. Flipping to the first page, I was immediately entranced with the story.

The characters filled my head and it was as if I was sucked into the story, living with the characters, running with the characters, fighting the bad guys. I smiled, laughed, and cried with these characters. For some reason, this felt like the most natural state for me, to read.

I felt someone's stare as I lifted my head. There was only one other person in the home so I immediately assumed who it was. And I was obviously right.

Louis was leaning against the wall that was a couple of yards away, crossed arms and one leg over the other. He was smiling, but not at the girl. He was happy that his plan was slowly working. But all Alex thought was that he was smiling at her.

I blushed, looking down at my book as Louis walked up to the kitchen. I heard the fridge open followed with rustling of plastic and  a fumble of curses.

Putting the book down, I got up and walked to the kitchen, leaning against the counter and watched him. He was making something that had to do with a pasta. I watched him entranced at his movements.

He was clearly skilled at this, easily adding spices like salt as if he was a real cook. He threw the towel over his shoulder and continued to make whatever he was making. When he finally put it down, I decided to speak up.

"What are you making?" I asked him, putting my face in my hand, watching him cook.

"Pappardelle," Louis said in a posh accent as I laughed. He put the pan onto the stove and turned the knob to change the amount heat. He then turned his attention to me, leaning over the counter so that we met near the middle. He was so close to me.

His face couldn't have been more than four inches away as he looked into my eyes before flickering down. It seemed like we were almost going to kiss, but neither of us moved forward. He let out a breath as Louis moved an inch closer, tilting his head a little. He wasn't quite there yet.

I felt myself tense a little before remembering that he wasn't going to hurt me, this was just what couples did. I needed to get used to it again. For some reason, I couldn't rip my eyes off his lips as he looked like he was in the same state.

His eyes were focused on my lips and his tongue went over his bottom lip as I left a small breath leave my lips. "You're very talented." I said, knowing there was a subtle sexual tone to it. It was accidental, but it did something for sure.

"It's not the only thing I'm talented at," Louis said with an obvious alternate meaning. I bit my lip and looked back up to his eyes. Just then, the beeping from behind him interrupted us. He looked to the bottom right, tilting his head to face the oven a little before looking back at me.

"That's the pappardelle," he said softly as he pushed himself off the counter, walking towards the stove. He pulled the pan off of the stove and pulled out two plates, putting some on both.

Louis handed me one as I grabbed a fork and a coke can. Sitting on the dining table, Louis's figure caught my eye. He smiled and put his fork into his mouth, eating his food in silence.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" I shrugged as he smiled and continued talking. I was normally very silent with him, although there were a lot of things I wish I could ask him. I wanted to know how we lived, did I still go to school, or did I have a job.

I just kept quiet though, listening to him enthusiastically speak about the things we could do here.

Everything seemed perfect, just as it should be.

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"What a car!" Calum said excitedly as he ran towards it, immediately calling shotgun as he opened the front car door, hugging his pillow. He looked at the rest of the boys expectantly as they slowly walked towards the car with less enthusiasm.

"Who's driving?" Michael asked as Luke and Ashton looked at each other. They were the only two skilled enough to not kill the four of them while driving. Ashton examined Luke, and how tired he was.

Luke had bags under his eyes, his body slumped. He was clearly tired and didn't get any sleep. Ashton took the keys from Luke gently and wordlessly got into the front seat. Luke was so grateful he could cry.

Luke got into the car and immediately fell asleep in Michael's lap, completely disregarding personal space and the seatbelt. Michael chuckled lightly and gently ran his hand in Luke's hair, hearing him snore softly.

"This girl better be worth all the trouble we are going through, "Ashton muttered, so quietly that only Calum heard it. He turned to Ashton.

"She is to Luke, let him do this." Calum said softly as Ashton nodded, keeping his eyes on the road in concentration.