kidnapped by one direction

nine

okay so this chapter will be more focused on Morgans and Zayn's relationship, love ya, hope you liked the update !!!

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At around three in the afternoon, I felt someone sit down next to me. Of course, my eyes were glued onto my laptop therefore I didn't expect it. Which obviously would result in letting out a small scream and jumping a bit. Or a lot. It depends.

"Hey Morgan," Zayn says with a chirpy tone, focusing on my laptop. "What're you reading?"

I quickly turn my laptop away from him, closing it. I don't know how I'd explain how I was reading a fanfiction about the entire band kidnapping a little girl for absolutely no reason. You know, the book is pretty equivalent to my situation. Zayn tried to open my laptop, but I pushed it aside so he couldn't see the authors work. He gives me a weird look and I give him a gentle, innocent smile.

"Oh, it's nothing," I say, dragging the word 'oh' on, leaning back while keeping the fake innocent smile on my lips. "Just some silly little book I found. Nothing associated with you."

"I saw my name along with Niall's," he replied, grinning. "It's pretty rare to find a book with both our names side by side unless it's about us."

A blush crosses over my cheeks, "Alright, fine. I got bored so I started reading a fan fiction. There's no smut though, I'm not that weird."

"Smut?" He asks. "What's that?"

My cheeks get redder. "Oh, um. It's nothing. You don't need to know. You're too young."

He gives me an odd look, then laughs lightly. He pushed himself off the bed. "Alrighty. Get ready please because I'm taking you somewhere so we can get to know each other a bit better. It'll be a little chilly so don't wear shorts."

"Wait, where are you-"

In the middle of my sentence, Zayn left the room, slamming the door shut. I sigh, glaring at the door shortly before standing up. I yank on the ends of my sleeves, pulling them over my hands as I search my closet for an outfit. I pull out a pair of black leggings along with a dark grey t-shirt with black seams. I also pull out a red flannel, deciding that'd pull the outfit together. I stared at the flannel for a moment before throwing it back in and replacing it with one of Niall's Jack Wills sweatshirts.

It's chilly, he said.

(i think it's Jack Wills, I don't know because I'm CANADIAN EH?)

(okay sorry that was really awkward)

I walked into the bathroom, locking the door shut behind me. I quickly pile up my clothing onto the closed toilet seat. Then, I peel off my dirty clothes so I could shower.

Ten minutes later, I managed to clean myself and my hair. It was a short shower, probably the shortest I've ever had so Zayn better be happy with how "long" I'm taking. Once I dry myself off, I put on my new clothes. Niall's sweater hung loosely around me and I smiled happily at that.

When I am almost done blow drying my hair, I hear a knock on the door. I take a second to open it but I went right back to drying my hair.

"You almost done?" He questions and I nod. I brush my hair, leaving it down. Some pieces were still damp, but hopefully the sun would dry it. I turn to Zayn, frowning. "I have no makeup."