We Kidnapped One Direction

Chapter 2 :: The Day After Mission Impossible

{Elizabeth's p.o.v}

It was the next day after the kidnapping, and I had just got about no sleep whatsoever. Emma said that we couldn't stalk the boys till the next day, and I was too excited to sleep, resulting to a bitchy bitch.

Well, I haven't been bitchy yet, but that's because there's no people.

"Emma, please wake up!" I begged the groaning girl, shaking her shoulders roughly. "please!"

"Shut up." She grumbled, flipping over to the other side.

"But One Direction are-" I started to whine, but then Emma jumped up, as if realizing that it wasn't a dream.

"What are you waiting for!" She yelled, hopping out of bed and raced for her door, flinging it open.

I squealed, chasing after her, sliding into the living room we stored the bodies.

"Should we wake them up easily, or?" Emily inquired.

"Yeah, who knows what kind of panic attack they could have, I mean the kidnapping was enough to last them months." I relied, getting a shrug in return.

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Okay, so apparently in Emily's mind, 'waking people up easily' means to pour water on them and yell 'get the hell up' as loud as she can. Let's just say their reactions were priceless... and Emma isn't allowed to swear for a bit, to which she's quite pissed about. I could tell because she started to shout swears all around the house, 'accidentally' breaking things along the way....

What am I going to do with that child?

So now, we're all sat in the kitchen, the boys staring at us while we -well I- make food for the seven of us. Wow, seven people living in one house, we're going to need to go grocery shopping more often.

Oh, and I should probably mention that they're still tied up.

"How do you like your eggs?" I inquired, trying to start a conversation that would more than likely either 1. Not start or 2. One worded answers, to which I hate.

If you even try to reply to me in a text with one worded answers, I won't talk to you for weeks, and will be thinking of devious plans to scare the shit out of you.

"Not tied up." even though the words were spat out, the accent was still adorable, and my ovaries almost exploded..... again.

"Well that's too bad, it's the way I like it." silence engulfed us all until Emma burst out laughing mumbling some gibberish about how dirty that sounded, and soon everyone was chuckling along with the weird girl.

"No but seriously, tell me or I might end up putting roofies in it." this time no body laughed, except for the devious sound that Emma was producing, but when I looked at her, she looked as innocent as a puppy.

They all muttered out responses, wriggling in the tight ropes that were most likely cutting of their circulation but oh well, there's nothing I can do.... except maybe untie them... but then there's the fact that they could escape, I mean, there's five males, and only two females who have no upper body strength whatsoever.

There was shuffling, and the sounds of coverts being opened, closed and opened again filled the room. I looked over to my right, seeing Emma happily take out a box of cookies. Hell no!

"Emma!" I screeched. The youngling jumped, startled at the noise I had made, causing her to drop the box.

"MY BABIES!" she cried, picking the box back up, and caressing it softly. "I will never hurt you again." she cooed, hugging it tightly to her.