Kidnapped by One Direction (Bk. 2)

chapter three - i'm in.

I pushed my dog's chest back slightly as my wet palm met the doorknob. My mind raced through all of the memories and drama that happened.

The chances of them possible taking me under their command is high, although they wouldn't be so subtle. The hell, who am I kidding? Chasing someone to their house and making them almost piss their pants must be VERY subtle.

I opened the door and Harry barged in roughly.

"We need to talk," he spoke, looking around my house. He spotted the couch and walked over, looking over his back to the other four on the patio as he did so.

They followed him into my house without any welcoming or a simple "hello".

My chest pounded and my head felt light.

"Why did I even let you in? I know self defense. You little pricks caused me to be scarred for life and you're all coming back. I will beat your nuts numb and call the cops if you even dare try anything," I gulped, balling up my fists.

Letting them in was the most stupid decision of my life, although what could I have done? I looked Harry in the eyes as he put his hands in his long black coat pockets.

"We need your help." Niall retorted.

They all looked emotionless, looking at me as if they never met me before. The drama that happened two years ago still edged between every cell in my head began to throb, pounding my head tragically.

"Why the hell would you need my help?" I asked, finally shutting the door. Shutting the door at this point with these five mutants in my house was a big step for everyone.

Alice, my dog, had curled up next to the door, frightened from strangers.

"You see, well, there's the um..." Niall had begun, turning his gaze from my eyes to the carpet beneath us all.

"Boss." Zayn mumbled.

"We have officially began a new kick off tour. We have some, 'yanno, friends," Niall began again.

I looked over them all and finally lay my eyes on Louis. The tension was definitely real; we obviously both remembered every single thing.

"Let me make this short and sweet. Boss wants our new friends. Although, we're not going to "kidnap" them like we did to you. We need your official help with getting these friends to our boss; slowly but surely," Liam piped up.

"I will not take part in any of this. Please get out of my house. This is criminal and these poor "friends" of yours could be, like, murdered or something. It could all be because of me," I crossed my arms, looking at Liam.

"We each get paid 3.5 million dollars. These kids are worth every single cent," Zayn spoke up, straightening his back. I took it as a threat, and straightened mine as well.

"Million?" I pictured everything that could happen. For all I know, these boys could be lying to me. This could be a complete sequel to before.

"I'm in," I spoke without thinking about it thoroughly.

Harry pulled his hands out of his cost pocket and in his hands was a crumpled up piece of paper.

"We have their names, Perrie, if you want them," he suggested. I nodded and he squint his eyes at the now uncrumpled paper.

"Fuck, I can't even read your handwriting, Louis," he groaned.

"Lucas Hemmings," he said, glancing at me to make sure I processed the name. I nodded and he continued with the names.

"Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, and Michael Clifford," he finally finished, crumpled the paper, and stuck it back into his pocket.

I leaned against the wall beside me.

"Four boys? Only four for 3.5 million dollars? This should be easy," I snickered, crossing my arms tighter.

"You say that now, but you just wait. Why else do you think we needed help?" Niall smirked.