Stealing my Sister From One Direction

Chapter 2

In order for the boys of One Direction to not notice me I had given myself a complete make over. I died my dark caramel coloured hair to a more natural looking honey comb colouring and chopped off my long locks that had once reached half-past my back to my shoulder with safety scissors. Knowing where my sister's coloured contact collection was I picked up an emerald green pair had plopped them in my eyes familiar with the motion. Both Melody and I needed glasses and whilst she had contacts I had glasses but I was nevertheless comfortable putting the material on my eyes. Curious to see what the outcome was I glanced at the unfamiliar figure in front of me in the vanity's mirror.

The girl before me looked nothing like I had once, her blond hair was short and choppy, her eyes were unnaturally cold and hard as she seemed to be inspecting every detail of myself. I wasn't quite sure I liked the new me but I suppose that's the price for being able to fool the world, I still looked oddly similar to my sister so I styled my hair into a fishtail braid and applied layers of make-up and added a spray tan. Once again I placed myself in front of the mirror and smiled, I was completely unrecognisable . . . I don't think Melody would've even recognize me. Now that the make over was done I absentmindedly threw several T-shirts, jeans, blouses, pyjamas, flip-flops, and lady products into my purple duffel bag. Looking over the variety of objects I realised at once I had forgotten the burlap sack! I had to be prepared if I were to kidnap an seventeen year old girl! Quickly I zipped the bag shut and tossed it over my shoulder looking for away out without getting noticed, my mum would wring my neck if she saw me like this. The only possible way to get her even more mad would be if I was getting a nose ring, which I planned to do tomorrow as a eighteenth birthday present for myself.

Looking for an easy escape I let my eyes wander toward my bedroom window where the navy flower patterned curtain was blowing a bit in the wind as the window was wide open, nervously I gulped as I looked down. I was only on the second floor although it did look suspiciously high, still I swung my legs out so that I was half way out and jumped. It took all my will power not to scream aloud as I plummeted to the ground rather quickly. The fall seemed to last for hours although it couldn't have taken more than two seconds and I'd be fibbing to say I felt like Hell as lied on the ground with my bum aching quite a bit from the fall. Gingerly I stood up from the hatred I felt towards the boys of One Direction,  feeling as if I was letting my dear sister get more attached to them as I sat. I realised couldn't let that happen as I raised myself from the hard soil.

"Oi! Oh god that hurts!" I cried out clutching my bum attractively as I limped over to the old clunker I had bought last year. Wincing more than slightly in pain as I took a seat in the driver side as I dug through the compartment where I stupidly kept the key. After about a minute-and-a-half I produced the small piece of metal from the middle console and stuck it into ignition. The car made a bit of a wheezing sound as I started it up and headed in the direction of Manchester. I was thrilled that the trip from Lincoln, where I lived, and Manchester was120 kilometer away so it was only about and hour away so I probably wouldn't need to get any gas although I always did keep a change purse full of pounds in the glove department in case it was needed. It was as if the universe wanted this to be dreadfully simple so that the boys would be tortured! Ha! I knew I was right, those boys didn't need another play toy to add to the other countless girls I'm sure they keep locked up in some closet.

"Hehe . . . 1D is about to learn what it's like to have something you care dreadfully about ripped from your grasp!" I said to myself . . . oh god I'm talking to myself now. "Stupid One Direction."

If it weren't for them I wouldn't be slowly going insane. I wouldn't have blond hair and green eyes nor would I have cut the long hair Melody and I had been growing out since we were seven. If it weren't for the immature little brats I would've still had my best friend from birth. Not enjoying the silence I turn my iPod on due to the fact my car doesn't have a functioning radio, not really eyeing the road I flip to the song Unwell by Matchbox Twenty . . . who gives a crap if the song is older than me. I like it.

"Talking to myself in public, dodging glances on the train" I sing completely off-tone as a girl with the words "I HEART HARRY STYLES" spray painted on the passenger seat window looks at me like I'm crazy. Completely annoyed with the fact she's a Directioner I flip her the finger and laugh a bit to myself. Am I going crazy? I would've never done anything like that to someone I didn't even know before all the One Direction drama, Melody and I were always the good girls of our school . . . now I don't quite know if I am still. I haven't quite kept up with my A+ average since my marks have dropped considerately. Oh I desperately needed Melody, but hey that's the reason I'm secretly on the road whilst I'm supposed to be in Maths. I'm sure she wasn't even having that much fun with the guys . . . they're probably singing somewhere in the studio whilst they leave her alone at the hotel before the concert tonight. Watching TV in a unfamiliar hotel doesn't sound dreadfully fun to me.

Unsteadily I take a right as a full grin spreads across my lips, I was getting there soon and listening to music was helping me pass the time. Maybe I could sneak a crisp from the cylinder of Pringles I kept in my duffel bag for after gymnastics. Not taking my eyes off the road I allow my hand to fumble around in search of the purple satiny material. I didn't feel it. A dark storm cloud spreading over my gut I glance quickly at the seat beside me. No bag. Behind me? No bag. I had left everything I needed at home. Great. With only five more minutes on the road until I stopped at their hotel how was I suppose to kidnap my sister? I was completely unprepared  in an unfamiliar city where I was to kidnap a minor. What could go freaking wrong, right? Well if you're a pessimist like myself you know a lot could go wrong.

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A/N

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