∇I Kidnapped One Direction∇

Chapter 19

There was no one down here. I called mom's name. She didn't answer. I dodged the glass that splattered the floor. It's my fault for being barefoot. I noticed in the kitchen that the silverware drawer was on the floor. The silverware is everywhere. The table in the dining room was not in its usual spot but halfway in the living room.

My Playstation was on the floor. I picked it up and put it back under the shelf. "Is it okay down there!" Liam yelled.

"Kinda, yes."

"What do you mean," Liam said while he walked down the stairs. With his mouth agape, he looked around at the place. "This doesn't even look nothing like your house."

"Woah," Niall said. "It looks like a tornado hit."

"My dad is the tornado," I commented.

"Do you know where your parents are?"

"I have no idea." Liam took his first step on the floor which was covered in glass. "Be careful. There's glass everywhere. He destroyed the kitchen, by the way." I warned Liam. He nodded as a reply. "Is Harry still mad?" I asked. Liam was examining the dining room trying to fix anything that he could.

"Last time I checked he was red in the face, pacing back and forth, and mumbling to himself. I guess he is still upset."

"He didn't have to get that angry over some little incident." I joined Liam by picking up the broken plates on the floor. "I mean, he should be fine by now." I hope.

"I would be upset if your father struck you." Liam comments. I didn't do anything but pick up the plates and clothes that litter the floor.

"I'm already in the kitchen," Niall said. There are at least three reasons why he's in the kitchen.

"Harry used to be shy and quiet, but yet loud and excited. Why is he like this?"

"Didn't you just see what was happening? Your father was drunk, he almost struck you, for crying out loud." Liam wasn't yelling nor was he angry. Just casual. "I guess Harry got too comfortable around you." His voice was still casual while he picked up broken glass carefully.

"What do you mean, comfortable."

"I mean he feels comfortable with arguing with you." I didn't know that was an argument with thee Harry Styles. I know he was shouting at me, but I think arguing is shouting over each other's words. I, on the other hand, wasn't that much yelling or shouting at him. I was being as calm as I could towards him.

Harry came downstairs and started cleaning the main room. He didn't bother looking at me. I could tell he was still upset.

"Are you okay?" I looked at him, waiting for his answer. He did nothing but ignore me and picked up the pillows from off the floor. Ok then. I continued picking up the little shards of glass on the floor. Liam was picking up the chairs and putting them back where he thought they were supposed to go. Harry walked past me to throw something away. He didn't look at me. I moved towards the kitchen to give him room. I looked in the kitchen and found nothing on the floor. Niall was frustrated with putting the plates in the cabinet. One about to fall. I rushed towards him and helped him. I didn't feel like hearing loud sounds right now.

"Thanks." He continued putting the Virgin dishes where he thought they belonged. While I helped with the cupboard things. Once I saw my oreo's on the floor. I cringed. Dad now knows where the oreo's are. I looked at Niall trying to make sure he didn't see me with the cookies. I picked them up and hid them somewhere else.

"Can you help me with the silverware?" Niall asks. I didn't reply. All I did was obey what he asked me to do. I found out that he was frustrated with which drawer the silverware was supposed to go in. I gave him a good pat on the shoulder and walked out of the kitchen. I found Harry by himself sweeping up some glass shards that my dad left from beside the outplaced couch. Liam was nowhere in sight. I decided I wasn't going to mess with Harry right now. I don't want to anger him anymore.

I went on about my business, looking for places where I could clean anything. I don't feel like speaking right now. All I just want to do is purposely rest my eyes. I closed my eyes while I walked towards the stairs. Something bumped into me. I quickly opened my eyes.

"I'm so sorry." I pleaded, looking up.

"I wasn't looking," Harry mumbled. Before I could deny it, he walked past me. With my mouth formed as a line, I walked up the stairs.

I went straight to my room. Louis and Zayn are still inside. I could care less. I lay down in bed and tried going back to sleep.

"What's wrong." Someone said coming out like an echo. I opened my eyes and I didn't see the familiar color of my walls. I was in Harry and Louis' room. No one to be exact wasn't there. It was only me. I closed my eyes and tried going back to sleep.

"She can't hear you." Another voice coming out as an echo said. I opened my eyes one last time and tried looking around. It was still empty.

I don't know if my mind is playing tricks on me or I'm just lost in my train of thoughts. I got out of the bed and tried opening the closed door. I looked down at the knob and found no lock on it. I tried turning it again and it still wouldn't open. I sat down on the bed.

"Layla, you have to wake up." Someone echos. I looked around.

"I am awake. I shouted."

"Is she dead?" I was getting a feeling that this is a dream. It has to be. I mean I heard echoes coming from the background. I'm not in my room. I lay down and tried going back to sleep. I forced my eyes closed and tried falling back to sleep.

Since my mind was on, I couldn't fall asleep. I squirmed once I felt a weird feeling in my stomach. I shot right up and found myself in my own room. The moonlit up the room making me see the closet door from afar. I tilted my head in confusion. I threw the hot and uncomfortable sheets off of me and opened the door quietly. Despite what time it was, I walked downstairs like I don't give a damn. Once I was on the last step, I noticed dad was fast asleep on the couch. All the mess was cleaned up. Almost like nothing happened. I turned on my heel and jumped up like a scared cat caught in the headlights. Harry was standing there rubbing his hand in the back of his neck looking down between us.

Noticing that my eyes were widened in surprise, I squinted my eyes and tried to look up at Harry. My mouth opened slightly.

"I just wanted to say sorry." His voice is hoarse and raspy. He coughed and spoke again. "I apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to spaz on you like that. I was, scared, I guess." He mumbled and stood there. After a moment passed by, he turned on his heel and walked up the stairs. He was at the last step and I spoke before he turned the corner.

"You didn't have to apologize, I mean, I would yell at myself if that happened to me. I do appreciate you saving me from that." Harry stopped but still stood there.

"I feel like I should say something else, but I don't know what else to say." I fidget with my hands and wait for him to say something. His head dropped. "Are you okay?" I asked taking one step up the stairs.

"I'm fine." He picked his head up and walked quickly down the hall. I turned around and turned the light off. I walked back up the stairs.