My Ex-Bully Louis Tomlinson kidnapped me (One Direction Fan-fiction)

Chapter twenty~ Puzzle Pieces-

Everything fit together like a puzzle. Its all just made sense. The meomeries came rushing back to me. Everything that was buried down came rising up. My eyes widened as i saw all of it again.

"Darcy here thinks she's leaving." Zayn tells them.

"Because i am." I interject, standing to my feet.

They shift nervously and exchange glances.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Louis told us about what happened when you were younger..." Harry started.

"And we can't risk you telling anyone that he did that or that we kind of kidnapped you..." Liam continued.

My stomach flipped, i knew where this was going.

"So, your staying with us!" Louis smiled.

I nearly threw up.

This was not happening. I couldn't stay here, not with Louis, not as a prisoner.

"No." I shook my head, panicking.

Tears started to form, but i refused to let them fall.

"Darcy," Liam spoke slowly as if he were scared that i would collapse, "I'm sorry... but you don't have a choice."

"No no no no no! I won't tell anyone i promise! Please, i won't tell! Please!" I cried.

Crap, here come the waterworks.

The tears are streaming down my face now.

The exchange guilty looks.

"We just can't risk it..." Liam tell me, putting his hand on my shoulders.

I could feel the terror i had in that moment, it was all so vivid. The fear, the tension, the regret. It was pouring around me.

I scuttled away from Louis quickly, who stood up and cautiously walked towards me with his hands in the air in surrender. I pushed my back into the wall as he crouched down in front of me.

"D-don't touch me." I cried, flinching away from him.

He pushed a strand of hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear as i stared at him wide-eyed.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly.

I decided to keep my mouth shut, i didn't want him knowing that i knew he kidnapped me. Too bad i was already freaking out. He probably was already coming to the conclussion that i knew. But if i played this out right i could convince him i didnt know and sneak away. If he knew that i knew then they would probably put resstrants on me and i would never get out of here.

"I-i... I just dont feel well." I lied.

He gave me a doubtful look, my feet but helped me to my feet nonetheless. Me shaking the entire time.

He guided me back over to the bed and gently pushed me down on it. "Don't worry Dare, it's just the fever."

LIAR!

I nodded.

"You'll be fine. I promise." He continued.

Rot in hell.

I nodded.

He pulled the blankets back over me, giving me worried looks all the while.

He sat next to me and began singing softly, while stroking my hair, i hard to try so hard to not push him away and make it look suspicious.