Kidnapped by ONE DIRECTION! (a One Direction fan-fiction)

Chapter twelve~ Nothings fine, i'm torn-

Hey guys,

i know its been FOREVER Since i updated and i feel awful!

But i'm here now!

I decided to dedicate this to blu0121, because, she always comments and votes. And she pushes me to write more and really just makes me very happy! <3

So let's get this thing started, shall we?

Haha

Thanks for reading!

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Lot's of love,

-Marisa <3 

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Alice's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning feeling... good.

Interesting concept, if you ask me.

I hadn't felt good in a loooooooooong time.

I stretched my stiff muscles and rolled out of the warm bed.

I opened the bag that still lay deserted on the floor and pulled out a peach tank top and zebra print shorts.

I pulled out a hair brush and pulled it threw my long blonde hair, pulled the top half up, and left the rest down.

Then, i edged nervously to the door, i hoped it was unlocked. I turned the knob and smiled when it opened.

It led to a veeeeeeery long hallway filled with... six doors?

Whateve's!

I walked until i got to the end and heard talking.

I followed it until i arrived in what i assumed to be a kitchen.

Harry was sitting on the marble couter sipping a cup of tea, while Zayn sat on a chair in front of him.

Harrys hair seemed in perfect condition, despite the fact that he just woke up. His eyes were tired and weary. His chest was bare and i had a hard time not staring.

Zayn looked like he wanted to go right back to sleep. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was also in pristene condition... how did these guys roll out of bed with perfect hair? He as well, was not wearing a shirt, but i had less trouble staring at him than i did at Harry.

I walked in nervously.

Harry's eyes immediately met mine and Zayn whirled his chair around to see what Harry was looking at.

They both smiled at me.

"Um, good morning." 

"Good morning." Harry replied.

"Morning." Zayn smiled again.

I looked over to a clock that was above the stove.

It read: 7:38

Wow! I was up eeeaaarly!

"Why are you guys up so early?" I asked.

Harry shrugged, "Why are you?"

"Touche." I frowned.

He laughed.

Oookay, this was a bit awkward.

I'm just chilling here in the kitchen... with kidnappers! Yay!

No, but really, AWKWARDNESS AlERT!

Thankfully, it was interrupted by Louis.

"GOOD MORNING MY DEAR CARROTS!!" He yelled.

We all laughed.