Taken... (A One Direction FanFic)

~Chapter 2~

---Scarlet's POV---

I wake up in a dark room on the floor. It's flipping cold in here. Why doesn't mom turn up the heat. And how did I end up on the floor? And why does my head hurt. And who's this... extremley attractive blonde boy staring at me?! Did he break into my room?? 

So manny questions need to be answered NOW. 

Oh crap, I remember. This boy didn't break into my house. I bet I'm not even at home.

I got flipping kidnapped.

"HELP HELP 911 911 HELP I WAS KIDNAPPED HEL-"

A hand went over my mouth to stop my screaming. 

"Ello there. Shhhhh quiet down. We dont want to wake the others."

Oh, this one has an Irish accent. Great so I can blame Britain, Ireland, Kohl's, and America on my kidnapping! If Britain and Ireland wouldn't of had them as citizens, They wouldn't of came to America. And America shouldn't of let them into America because kidnappers don't belong here! And Kohl's and people at Kohl's should realize if someone is being kidnapped! (If you dont know what Kohl's is, it's kind of like a department store) I don't know if I'm more angry or scared right now... Big combo of both.

"- and I figured you would scream when you saw me but not for help, or out of fear, but out of excitedness and happiness. The lads said a girl would be happy to be 'kidnapped' by us. Not scared..." What? I wasen't even paying attention to the first part of what he said but why would I be happy?

'Why wouldn't you be happy? Don't you know who I am? Who all of us lads are?" He says while motioning to the people apparently upstairs. Did I seriously say that out loud. Seriously Scarlet, you need to watch that, or they will know my deepest darkest secrets, not that I have any... What chu talkin' 'bout Willis?!

"Um... I know you kidnapped me against my will... How would I know you? Oh! Did I meet you in England when I was younger? Wait a better question would be WHY IN JESUS' NAME DID YOU KIDNAP ME!"

"No, I didn't meet you in England. What's your name?" He asks, completly ignoring my other questions. I would go all Stephanie Tanner on him but I'm extremly scared and tired.

"Not until you answer my question first! Well questions... Why did you kidnap me and how on Earth should I know you?"

".... I'll let the other boys explain it to you. Do you have a headache? I do since you hit your head against mine pretty hard."

"That was you? Sorry... And yah I very much do, but it may also be from your freaking chloroform and knocking me out.... but I'll get over it." I stated while rolling my eyes. A plan suddenly popped into my head. "Hey can I use the bathroom?"

"Only if you promise not to escape."

"I promise."

"And... You have to tell me your name. I don't want to have to refer to you as 'That girl with the pretty blue eyes.'" He said while scraching the back of his neck. As if realizing what he said, his face got cherry red. Woah.. did he just compliment me? That's a first..

"Umm... Thank you? It's Scarlet. Can I go now?"

"That's a pretty name." He smiled. "The bathroom it's upstairs, though the kitchen, down the hallway and the first door on the right. Be quiet not to wake the others I'll never hear the end of it if you do."

"Yah, yah." Sucker! I had my fingers crossed when I promised! Hey, atleast if I get caught, I'll have an excuse for breaking my promise, right? Crossing my fingers means it doesn't count! I tiptoed over to the front door. Slowly, I opened it and tiptoed out. Once I was fully out, I sprint to the elevator. While I was going in, someone came out. This is my chance!!

"Excuse me!! Sir please help me! I've been kidnapped by these crazy British people! Please please help me!" His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly recovered. He's probaly just shocked that a person was being held against their will in this hotel. 

"Sure love, um, I mean, *cough* yes come with me into my room and we will get you help right away." That's strange, his voice almost sounded.. British at first but them it went into a deep American accent. Hmmm. He may have started choking and just sounded British while trying to cough. That makes absolutly no sense but that's what I am going with for now. But when he grabbed my arm lightly and brought me back to the same hotel room I just ran from, I knew I was dead wrong.

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Author's note

Sorry, this chapter is short than I wanted it to be, but it seemed like a good place to stop. I'm trying to find a writing style that I like, but it's taking longer than expected. I am even delete this story... Idk.. Eh... Anyway thanks for reading NO HATE PLEASEEEEE