My Ex-Bully Louis Tomlinson kidnapped me (One Direction Fan-fiction)

Chapter two~ Get out of my mind, get out of my life-

Darcy's P.O.V.

"Wh-hat?" I stuttered.

"I'm sorry Darcy." Zayn said.

He lays his hand on my knee, but i brush it off.

"Well, thanks for everything Zayn. But i'm leaving." I tell him, "I'm getting on the next plane out of here."

He was about to say something back, but just then the rest of the guys walk in, including Louis.

They all smiled at me.

"Hey Darce, how you doing?" Liam asked, walking towards me.

"I fine." I tell him.

"Are you hungry?" Niall asked.

I raised an eyebrow, trust Niall to ask a food related question.

"Um no thanks." I tell him.

"Darcy here thinks she's leaving." Zayn tells them.

"Because i am." I interject, standing to my feet.

They shift nervously and exchange glances.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Louis told us about what happened when you were younger..." Harry started.

"And we can't risk you telling anyone that he did that or that we kind of kidnapped you..." Liam continued.

My stomach flipped, i knew where this was going.

"So, your staying with us!" Louis smiled.

I nearly threw up.

This was not happening. I couldn't stay here, not with Louis, not as a prisoner.

"No." I shook my head, panicking.

Tears started to form, but i refused to let them fall.

"Darcy," Liam spoke slowly as if he were scared that i would collapse, "I'm sorry... but you don't have a choice."

"No no no no no! I won't tell anyone i promise! Please, i won't tell! Please!" I cried.

Crap, here come the waterworks.

The tears are streaming down my face now.

The exchange guilty looks.

"We just can't risk it..." Liam tell me, putting his hand on my shoulders.

Something keeps nagging at the back of my mind, "Where were you guys when we got here? Why did Zayn walk in without you."

Liam removes his hand. Suddenly the tension in the room starts boiling as their expressions change from guilt to anxious.

They were all nervous... but why? What could they possibly have been doing?

I looked at the door, they all followed my gaze and shifted slightly more towards it. Unluckily though, Harry was leaning against it, a smirk plastered across his face.

"Darcy," Louis speaks up, "You should go back to sleep. You've had a long day, your tired, and your hurt."

I shook my head, "I'll sleep when i'm home."

He sighed and ran a hand threw his hair.

"This is your home now." Liam told me.

"No," I argue, "It's a prison."

They look down.

"We didn't want to do this, Darce." Zayn tells me.

"We couldn't just leave you there to die." Louis tells me.

"Yes you could have, the old Louis would have." I shot at him.

"Obviously, there's some issue's to be resolved-" Harry started.

I cut him off, "Don't act like you have any idea Harry. Because you don't. No one harrassed you every day, made you feel like nothing, called you names, walked all over you. It didn't happen to you. And he most cerainly didn't become famous, and make you feel like he was throwing that in your face everyday, and he most certainly did not kidnap you."

Louis looked away, ashamed.

I walked over to Harry.

"Please, move over."

He bit his lip and shook his head.

I tried pushing him and he looked a bit startled. Someone grabbed my waist and pulled me away.

Suddenly, i was pushed down on the bed, Louis straddling me.

"Zayn grab her hands." He demanded.

He did.

"Liam hand me the bag."

He did.

"You guys can leave, i'll take it from here."

They left.

He toke my wrist with one hand and went threw the bag with the other. My guess is whatever was in the bag was what they had gotten when it was just Zayn and me.

He pulled something out, but hid it from my eyes.

I was shaking, and hyperventalating. Louis was on top of me, Louis. He scared me, he made me remember everything. I wanted him to get out of my head, i wanted him to get out of my life, for good.

He leaned down a bit. He brought his free hand to my arm.

"Shh, shhh. Everthings going to be okay." Louis assured me.

I tried to bite him.

"None of that little one." He scolded. 

I fliched when he move a piece of my hair out of my eyes.

I felt a prick in my arm. A wave of fatigue hit me. My eyelids started to droop. My breathing slowed. My arms and legs weighed a ton. He let go of my hands.

"I'm gonna make you all better." He smiled smugly, looking pleased.

What in the world was he talking about? Make me better? I wasn't sure. I didn't even want to know.

I just wanted to go home.

He stroked my hair as i drifted off.

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Sorry its so short.

It's more of a filler chapter.

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-Marisa

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