Kiddnaped or is it Bandnaped?

Stupid, Stupid Van

Sometimes, I really hate remembering. If I remember to brush my hair, I'm late for school, if I remember to pick up my coat from an afterschool club, I make people late, and if I remember to go to the doors of a concert to be the first one out, I am - no not late but kidnapped. You got that right, kidnapped. It's great, really it is..actually it's really not. Anyway this is how it happened:

I stood by the door, singing along to Bon Jovi as the almightly roar of the crowd flamed up once again but this time, instead of cheering the band on, it was a call for them to come back. It's like have some diginity for Christs Sake you desperate b*tches (A/N no offense to those who do this, I do this when I go to concerts as well).

Anyway, as the boys raced of stage, the bouncers opened the door, letting me rush out into the frigid night. I stood in the car park, trying to remember where the car was parked - one thing I wish I had remebered, when a black van came speeding from the boy's tour bus. I screamed as it beared down on me and raced to the side of the road. I looked at it, memerising the number plate untill  it dissapeared from sight.

Ring, ring, I phoned the police, "Hello, a black van with the number plate..ahhh" I was cut off as  someone dreesed in black pulled me into the back of a van, I'm assuming it was the same one becasue the boys from One Direction were sitting in it. By sitting I mean hands and feet tied up, but precurisly placed on wooden crates, they were in a horse shoe around the edge of the van.

"Great we've been kidnapped by some crazed fan," a blond doushbag, shook his head pathetically. Are they talking about me?

"Damn,"another one muttered, this one has stupid curly hair. Do they not remember me?

"Harry, she can here you! Now get us out of here! Remember: be soft-spoken and compliment her, that always workes," this time it was the bad-ass looking one.

"Look, dear, if you let us go we'll sign anything you want. You really don't have to do to this sort of thing to gain our attention. Your looks would have done that themselves," the same curly haired one winked at me. The cheek!

I stood up, finally having enough of them talking like I wasn't there. Facing 'Harry' I exploded, "Excuse me, I didn't kidnap you for crying out loud! I don't even like you - I'm the one who had the row with your stripy friend on stage, remember? I don't even know why I'm here, exceptfor the fact that I saw the van speed away. So next time you accuse someone on kidnapping you, get your facts straight first. Also" I turned to bad-ass looking, " You bloody told him that I could hear him, which I could, and then proceeded to talk like I wasn't there! You stupid hypocrite"

I sat down, tired. " Now I'm going to sleep, when I wake up, I'll untie you and find a way to escape but for now, stay where you are."

### 8 Hours later ###

I woke up, to the boys talking among themsleves.

"It's been eight hours, do you think she's still alive?"

"I bloody hope so, how else are we going to escape?"

"Maybe we should apologise?"

"No, if she hadn't stood there gaping at us like she couldn't believe it then maybe we wouldn't have jumped to conlusions but she did so we did." urgh, seriously? Am I not allowed to be in shock? I've ben kidnaped for crying out loud!

"Look, I think she's waking up now," my eyelids fluttered open.

"Hey," stripy waved as I sat up, my back creaking. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the knots. Stupid hair, it's not even this knotty when I sleep in a real bed.

Then I realised something, "You guys aren't tied up anymore."

"Well done genius, Zayn had a pocket knife in his.."