kidnapped by one direction

CHAPTER 14

Morgan's POV

It's been about a week since Niall and Harry went to the hospital because of the car crash, and they are still in there, but pretty healed up. Tonight we are going to a club to apparently cheer us up. Nothing big happened over the week, just interviews and meetings.

"I don't see how this will cheer me up," I muttered, looking away from the boys. I wore a black dress that puffed out at the ends, and was loose but tight at the top. It was the best I could find that was somewhat cheap.

"Well it will cheer us up," Louis laughed, putting his arm over my shoulder and guided me outside.

"Yep, whatever, don't expect me to drink tonight!" I smiled lightly at the boys.

"I don't want you to," Liam says bluntly.

"How come?" Zayn asked, stealing the words right out of my mouth.

Liam began to think for a moment. "I don't want her to drink because I just don't want her to."

"Nice reason you got there."

"Thanks Louis," Liam glared at Louis. I laughed quietly, and leaned back in the back seats of the car we got into.

• • •

A FEW HOURS LATER

say in Spongebob voice thingy that you hear when the person says things like that. okay?

"Louis, I don't feel so good," I mumble, walking up to a stumbling Louis.

"Ew what are you?" he slurred, looking at me. I closed my eyes for a moment, before opening them and looked at Louis.

"Where's Liam?" I asked carefully.

"He's with the bartender," he began to giggle uncontrollably. I raised an eyebrow, before cautiously walking away from the guy who was giggling.

"Bartender?" I mumble to my self, "where's the bartender?"

"Behind you, stupid," a girl says rudely. I glare at her, then turn around to see Liam laughing with the bartender.

"Hey Liam," I smiled, walking up to him.

"Uh, hey," he says, his breath hitting my face. His breath was mixed with alcohol and mint. Not a good mix.

"Can we go back to your place? I don't feel so well."

"Slow down, I do not want to bring you to my place." A small laugh escaped his mouth. I squinted my eyes as him, frowning.

"What is wrong with you guys?" I ask, waving my hand in front of his face, "hello? Liam in there?"

"Just get away from me," he laughed and slurred at the same time which came out awfully weird. I shook my head, and began to search for Zayn, hoping maybe he would say something nice and not tell me to leave him alone or to go away.

"ZAYN!" I exclaimed, walking up to me.

"Heyy!" he slurred. He held a beer in his hand, which looked as if it was sipped out of so obviously he is drunk.

"I was looking for you-"

"Sorry to break it to ya' shortcake, but I don't want to be seen with you. Go home, kay?"

"What?" I asked.

"Go home and leave me alone," he snorted, then walked back to his friends. I stood there shocked, my jaw to the ground.

He wants me to, go home? It's probably the alcohol talking. Please. It is, Morgan.

Well he asked me to go away, to go home and to leave him alone. He doesn't know what he was saying.

Well maybe I don't either but I am going home.

• • •

I walked down the streets, trying to find my way back home. Actual home, because that is where they want me.

Minutes and minutes later I arrived in my neighbourhood. And more minutes later I arrived on my street, taking a deep breath. I walked to my house, and up the walkway thingy.

I climbed the steps onto the porch, each step creaking under my feet. I opened up the screen door, and took another breath.

This is it.

I am going to see my family again. I knocked very faster and loudly.

The door was yanked open by my mom with a knife in her hand, yelling "STAY BACK!"

"Hi Mom!" I smiled.

"MORGAN!" she screamed, throwing the knife behind her, and hugged me.

How safe mom, throwing knives.

Tsk tsk.

"Morgan?" my dad walked in, looking at me carefully.

"Our baby is back!" mom cried. Actually cried, like tears are falling down her face.

"BUT I DON'T WANT HER BACK!" my dad yelled.

"Hunbun, what do you mean?" mom said.

"SHE'S USELESS! I DONT WANT THAT THING IN THIS HOUSE!" he yelled, then yanked my mom back inside, slamming the door.

I stared at the door in shock, tears pouring freely out of my eyes. I collapsed on the porch, as someone calls my name.

"Morgan? Morgan? Morgan!"

• • •

I jolt awake, my eyes wide. I began to cry, tears falling freely.

"Morgan, what happened?" Louis asked gently beside me.

"N-Nightmare."

"Morgan, it'll be okay. I promise you," Louis whispers, kissing my temple.

Okay?

Will everything be okay, Louis?

• • •

This DREAM was inspired by my dad calling me useless!

**EDITED: OCTOBER 28TH**