Kidnapped by...Wait, But how? (Louis Tomlinson and Austin Mahone fanfiction)

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*VANESSA'S P.O.V*

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked Louis once Austin and Ollie were gone.

"Well when I show you your room there won't be any clothes in there but Austin and I will take you tomorrow," he said.

"That's all? Really? You didn't want to tell me anything important?" I asked.

"What do you mean by important?" he asked me.

"Never mind. Just show me my room," I said and got up annoyed. He took me to my new room that was right next to his.

"Olivia's room is right across," Louis told me. I nodded and I could faintly here Austin and Ollie talking.

Louis then opened up the door to a master bedroom, with a huge bathroom and walk in closet. The bedroom had blue walls with white stripes. (or the other way around) The floor was carpeted red. Most of the dressers that were in the room were gray. The chandelier hanging from the white ceiling was also gray. The bed sheets were red but the blanket was blue with white stripes. (or the other way around) The pillows were the same way. The gray head board/base had gray peelers, with very fancy designs on them.

I stared at the room in awe but them remembered that I was only here because I got kidnapped by a member from the most famous (boy) band in the world. Then I turned around to look at Louis.

"Do you like?" he asked smiling and walking over to the bed to sit down.

I nodded smiling weekly. I leaned up against the wall closest to the door.

"Do you want to know what I meant when I said 'important'?" I aksed Louis with my arms crossed. He nodded. "Well what I meant was something like an apology."

"An apology? What for?" he asked me.

"For earlier in the he basement," I answered him. He looked at me confused.

"I thought you liked it?" he said.

"Well have you ever thought that maybe I have to actually fall in love or that I don't like moving fast!!!" I yelled in frustration.

"Well I'm your kidnapper," he told me as if I didn't already know.

"Being my kidnapper doesn't matter," I told him.

"Yes it does," he said frustrated.

"No it doesn't," I disagreed angrily.

"Yes it does!" he yelled slamming me against the wall I was in front and that's when I got a good smell of his breathe.

He is drunk. Wow light weight. Just those few beers at dinner and he is already drunk.

"Your drunk," I told him, "You need to go to bed then come talk to me when you're sober."

"Fine. Anything for the girl in 1D pajamas," he said then opened my door without closing it.

Then I'm pretty sure he opened his bedroom door then slammed it shut. I put one hand on my hip and had the other hand covering half of my face. Then I heard the door across the hallway open. I looked over to see Ollie at her door with Austin behind her.

"What happened?" Ollie asked me. I sighed then told her pretty much everything.