kidnapped by one direction

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"So, you never answered my question. Why am I staying here for three whole months when I could be doing something better with my time?" I ask, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. My eyes narrow down at each boy, who exchange glances with each other, none of them willing to speak up.

"Because we love you!" Niall bursts out, a goofy smile playing on his lips. He leans towards me, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. I groan.

"I'm not kidding," I say, pushing Niall away from me. He studies my face, then grabs a large strand of my hair, sniffing it. I yank my hair back, sending him a dirty look.

"Your hair smells like raspberries," he exclaims hungrily, staring at my tangled blonde hair as if it were raspberries. All of us look at him like he had mental problems. It could've been true, I mean, it is possible he does have a problem. I frown.

"That's um, nice?" I say, looking away from the odd boy. I stare at all of the other boys, waiting for one of them to answer my question since they couldn't due to Niall's outburst with my hair.

"You have to stay here for three months because you know who we are, where we live and all that crap, and could easily report us to the police." Liam scoots away as he talks, as if I were to tackle him or hurt him for saying what he said. Don't worry, Liam. I would definitely not tackle or hurt you. I'd hurt the curls; nobody can resist the curls.

"What if I don't want to stay here for three months? I am allowed to state what I want, you are not my legal guardians, and you are not related to me in any way," I reply carefully. "Plus, it'll be boring here. You'll only be going to interviews, concerts and lame things like eating."

Although all of them eat, I've learned from my One Direction-crazed friend that Niall seemed to eat a lot. Therefore, the last part was directed more towards Niall than the other boys.

"Well then, won't you just have to suck it up?" Harry smiles, a dimple curving in on the left side of his mouth. I raise my eyebrows at him, crossing my arms over my chest again. His smile drops. That's when I decided to lunge at him. I fall onto his lap, lightly hitting him in the face, as well as pulling on his curls again.

"You're a curly haired monster," I growl, going to tug hard on one of his curls. Then, a pair of arms struggled to pull me away from
him, and somehow succeeded. I landed on the floor with a thud, Zayn and Liam by my sides to hold me back from attacking Harry.

"Let me hurt him!" I yell, pulling my arms out of their grip. But immediately they got ahold of me before I could even move. Zayn laughs - his laugh was awfully cute - "I don't think so."

"Stop laughing, Zayn." I hiss, breaking free of their grip. I glared at Harry, who hid behind Louis for safety. I flip him off, then seat myself down next to Niall.

Liam takes a deep breath, "how about we get to know our lovely guest?"

"Guest?" I snap, clenching my jaw. "I am for a fact, not your guest. A guest is someone who was nicely invited to stay for a while, not somebody who was kidnapped and is stuck here for a month. I am more of your prisoner, not your guest."

"Hey!" Niall cries out, slashing his arms in a scissor like motion. Everyone looks at him, putting their attention upon him. I frowned, "what?"