Kidnapped By My Idols [EDITING]

Chapter 3 (rewritten✔️)

I'm encompassed in blackness. Serene, calming blackness. I don't feel anything. I don't hear anything. Everything is blissfully blank. It's peaceful. Am I dead? Possibly. Death would be the easy way out and right now, I think that's the way that has been chosen for me. I never imagined death to be lying here for an eternity in a cool, bleak dimension but I like it, in an odd sort of way. Yeah. My little piece of paradise.

But soon enough, my eyes opened and I was yanked from my blissful dreamland. My head throbbed and the light hurt my eyes.

'I'm not dead.' I thought, but I don't know whether that's a good thing or not. A groan escaped my lips as I tried propping myself up onto my elbows; surprisingly, a hand gently pushed me to lean back on the sofa or bed or whatever I was lying on, and rather than fighting, I do. My eyes fluttered shut and I slept again.

When I opened my eyes for the second time, a pair of blue ones stared back into mine, and I knew I must look confused because the male sighed.

"We'll explain everything. Just stay here and I'll get the guys and we'll tell you what's going on." The voice of Niall Horan reached my ears and I almost don't believe that it's him standing besides me. After all, why should I? I snapped back to reality after a moment, noticing that he's left the room, and I'm now alone.

A groan of pain escaped me as I sat up on what I recognized to be a large, leather sofa the color of charcoal. The unfamiliar room spun and for an absolutely awful moment, I felt like I was about to get horribly sick; but thankfully enough, the feeling subsided enough to let me stand up, which I did. Slowly, like a toddler just learning to take his first steps without his mother holding him up, I wobbled to the door, but that was the farthest I could make it.

Without my consent, my legs gave way underneath me and I started to sink down to the cold floor. A pair of strong arms encompassed me first; my eyes raised to meet the new comer's. Orbs of deep brown took my breath away as I was picked up into unfamiliar arms and set back down on the couch.

"What were you doing?" Zayn Malik questioned me as he leaned back against the wall. I gave a weak shrug; 'damn, why do I feel so weak? Why can't I walk five feet?' The questions flitted through my mind, and I chose to focus on that instead of answering the singer's question. His lips pressed into a frown as I remained silent, the air getting tense between us. Thankfully enough, the door swung open, revealing two men I'd met the previous night, or that's how long ago I'd assumed I had met them.

Harry flashed a grin at me, but Liam looked a tad more serious, which must have affected Harry's mood, because his grin dropped and all three males now held an air of seriousness and worry. I shifted uncomfortably under their gazes; my breath seemed seemed to be incredibly thick in my throat.

"Lighten up guys! You're gonna scare her!" Louis' playful tone indicated his cheer. As he stepped into the room, everyone visibly relaxed and the air felt breathable once more. I, however, was still confused. Why was I here? Why did I feel like I'd been run over by an eighteen wheeler? Why did they all look concerned, except for Louis and Harry?

"Can someone just tell me what's going on here?" I ask, surprised by the hoarseness of my own voice. It hadn't been like that last time I spoke, surely it wouldn't take that bad of a turn if I had just fallen asleep for a few hours, right? I must've frowned at the thought because Zayn sighed and shook his head.

Louis stepped forward, flashing another cheery smile, which oddly invoked a small spark of happiness inside me, but it died down quickly.

"It's quite simple, really!" He started, the other boys flashing him cautious and weary looks, as if to watch his words. "We were leaving the stadium, and Harry noticed that there was a person lying on the ground, we checked it out, saw it was you, and well, we couldn't just leave you there. So we brought you back to the green room, and decided to stay until you woke up." The brunette replied with ease, smiling as he explained.

That, however, didn't fly with me. It didn't make sense.

"You know, as much as I wanted to believe that, it doesn't add up. A boyband, that has a show to play almost every week, suddenly stops their tour because they found a girl they barely knew passed out? I'm not buying it. You couldn't just do that without facing serious trouble with whatever label you're signed to, and why would you? Security would just make you turn me into the authorities so you could continue on with your tour." I replied though the scratchiness in my throat was enough to make me erupt into a coughing fit after I spoke.

Zayn moved from his spot and grabbed a water from a little tub, and handed to me; thankful, I took it and immediately started to drink it, though it didn't do much to help my case. Louis shook his head and cast a worried glance at Liam, who frowned.

"Got us. That's not what happened, but, we can't exactly tell you what is happening." Liam spoke gently to me, looking sincere and apologetic.

"And why not?"

"If you knew, things could go south very quickly and there could be some bad consequences for you. We don't want that happening, so this is better left a secret until you're ready to know."

I huffed and pouted like a little kid. I wanted to know. I had a right to know. But as much I wanted to know, something within me said to not press the matter. To go along with the story without question, but I pressed those thoughts away.

"Then I guess things will go south. Tell me." I replied, crossing my arms in an attempt to look authoritative but I wasn't sure how well it was working.

"You're damn stubborn. If you're told something bad will come of it, then you shouldn't want to know. Do you have a death wish?" Liam countered back, annoyance flashing in his eyes. I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe I do. So drop the 'this is dangerous, we're trying to protect you' act and just tell me already."

Liam's jaw clenched, and he looked like he was trying to calm himself down for a moment before he stepped infront of me. He bent down to where he was eye level with me and my breathing stopped for a moment at his closeness and at the anger in his eyes.

"If you want to know, then fuck it. You're connected to all of us, and because of that, we kidnapped you after the concert ended. Harry knocked you out, and you've been out for a couple days. The kicker is, you can't leave." He growled. I leaned away from him.

"What the hell does that mean? How am I connected to you, and why can't I leave?" I retorted back. It felt like Liam's anger was seeping into me as the seconds ticked by. Zayn let out an exasperated sigh; he walked forward, running a hand through his hair before looking at me, a pained look on his face.

"Don't you get it?" He asked. "We're vampires and you're our mate."