My crush kidnapped me (5sos fanfic)

Red convertible

Zoe's Pov

As I shuffled my way home from Luke's party, I thought about the way he looked at me and asked me if I needed help getting home.

"Fuck off, I'm not two!" I told him.

Now silently scolding myself for refusing his kind and thoughtful question.

His response got me thinking though.

What if he doesn't like me the same way I like him? or what if he likes me too much and I'm not ready yet?

Who am I kidding, I love him more than the Teddy bear I was given for my 5th birthday!

Shit, what's that sound? I suddenly turn towards the loud rumbling of an engine. As I see two lights up ahead of me I start to calm down. How many drinks did I have if I didn't recognise a car by it's noise?

After a couple of minutes of humming some tune to myself, I turn around to see the car that had alerted me. I instantly noticed it was slowly driving down the same road I was walking on.

Who on earth is driving that car, they must be crazy, they're hardly doing 40. As I stood in the middle of the road watching the car creep closer and closer, I decided to be curious.

I quickly turned in the direction of my house and started to jog. Glancing back at the now clearly visible car, I increased my pace.

Getting tired, I turned back to see my progress. The distance I made between me and the bright red convertible was nothing as it's driver was swiftly closing the gap.

Good thing I knew my way around here, I thought as I turned down a narrow alleyway. Seeing how far it was to the other side, I began to sprint, holding in my need to vomit.

My long legs being an advantage but not my wavy, long hair as it kept whipping me in the cheek.

The convertible's bumper was now dangerously close to my shins.

I had no idea what would happen to me from now on.

I decided and almost had to force myself to stop running. I can't run away anymore but I can try to defend myself. Still not feeling completely sober, I wobbled a little before getting into a defensive position.

Ok Zoe, you can do this, just breath and don't let those freaks get to you.  I flinched as the front passenger door fell open. I shot a death look towards the driver and then to a very blurry passenger in the back seat.

"Ashton? Is that you?" I whispered towards a medium built guy dressed all in black.

I hoped it was Ashton but at the same time I didn't. I knew what Ashton was capable of if he's drunk. If it's really Ashton then maybe Calum and Michael are in the red convertible in front of me.

Well then where's Luke?

I stopped to think about it. He couldn't possibly be in the car as I could only see three figures, Ashton included.

Well shit. He better still be at the party, and not lying somewhere all beaten up with blood pouring out of his stomach. Yuck, I should stop watching so many horror movies at night.

The guy I thought was Ashton started walking steadily towards me. Either he just ignored my question or he didn't hear any of it.

Before I could dodge or even step away, duct tape was covering my mouth and ropes were being tied around my wrists. I quickly looked towards the car noticing only one figure remained seated inside.

So where was the driver?

Whoosh!

I took a step back as a massive, brown sack took it's place over my head.

So that's where he was!

First fanfic, it's not much at the moment but I'm working on it!

I got ideas so don't worry, Continue reading and voting if you like it so far! See ya later! :-)