kidnapped by one direction

five

EDITED BEFORE CHAPTER FOUR DUE TO THE FACT THE CHAPTER MADE ME CRINGE VERY BADLY.

one week later...

"Niall James Horan get your ass over here!" I yell. At the moment, we're the only ones that are in the house due to the fact the boys decided to go grocery shopping and could not leave me alone. Niall was the first to volunteer to stay, and I thought it'd be a fun time. Five minutes later, he's already gotten on my nerves.

"You can't find me, Morgan," he laughs. Lately, he's been calling me by my middle name, and my first name. At some points, he'd call me Kaliea, other points, he'll just call me Morgan. Personally, I hate my middle name, so I usually tell him not to call me that.

"Marco?" I yell, shifting towards the fairly large closet in Niall's room. It sounded as if he were in there, but I wasn't too sure.

"Polo!" He squeaks, realizing I'm outside of the closet. I yank the door open, and spot him in the corner of the closet, bundled up in a thick blanket while munching on a chocolate bar I haven't heard of before.

"Seriously?" I mutter, rolling my eyes at what I see. Niall laughs, "What, Kaliea?"

I glare at him, making him laugh. I loved his laugh, although I don't think I'd ever get used to it. His blue eyes sparkled with happiness, and I soften my facial expressions, "Don't call me that."

Niall smirks, standing up from his spot. He wraps up the chocolate bar, closing it from getting stale. I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for him to do something. He began to walk towards me, making me step backwards away from him. He lightly pushes me to the ground, making me yelp a little. "Niall, what the fu-"

His hands went to my sides as he straddles my lap. I burst into a fit of laughter as he began to tickle me. I was ticklish, and I honestly hated that. Being ticklish is the worst thing ever.

"Niall James Horan, please stop it!" I scream between fits of laughter. He laughs as well, probably finding my annoying laugh contagious. "No can do Morgan Kaliea Hor - West."

NIALLS PERSPECTIVE

I straddled her lap, tickling her sides. I, myself were quite ticklish, but Morgan was extremely ticklish. Her laughs echoed throughout the room, her brown eyes sparkled with happiness; she didn't look scared to be here anymore. She looked genuinely happy.

"Niall James Horan, please stop it!" She yells between fits of laughter, which only makes me tickle her more. I laugh, finding her laughter contagious and cute.

"No can do, Morgan Kaliea Hor - West," I say back, catching myself on the small slip there. I might like Morgan a little bit. It was just she was so hilarious, kind even when we kidnapped her, sarcastic and just - I liked her a lot.

I took my hands off her sides as she pleaded for me to stop once more. I smile down at her, she she genuinely smiles back up at me. It'd probably be an extremely odd sight if you walked in; I was straddling her lap and we were just staring at each other. I take a deep breath, my eyes flickering to her lips as I slowly lean in. It was early. Too early to kiss her. It's been a week since we met, and I already want to kiss her. I push the thoughts out of my head, pressing my lips gently to hers. Luckily, she kissed back. But, at the same time, the door was pushed open forcefully.