Secretly Stalked: One Direction Story

Chapter 5:

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Chapter 5:

Liam POV:

Abby got kidnappedO_o... She could get killed by a bomb!!! I just HAVE to save her no matter what anyone says. Louis is calling management or Paul whichever one picks up... He quickly put it on speaker for us to hear.

"Management? Paul? " Louis asked. "Okay. What we need is 7 of the highest powered paintball guns IN THE WORLD." He said pacing back on forth. In my mind I thought he looked like a drill sergeant... Hahaha

"But-" Paul started. I knew so well what Lou was gonna say.... And poor Paul was gonna get it from the Sass Masta from Doncasta......

"Paul! How many time do I have to tell you? Butts are for siting and toning!!!!" Louis practically screamed at the phone. Oh Lou... My hunch was right:) "Bring them to the studio ASAP." He hung up. Please I said silently in my head.

"THAT.IS.AWESOME!!" Josh yelled like a little kid. "SOOOO.... do we ermm.. Get to dress up like NINJAS???" Lol josh.. He really loves Ninjas. Especially fruit ninjas :D we play that ALOT in really life, when Paul isn't around of course. But that just makes me guiltier...

"Sure. Why not lighten the mood 'ey?" Harry said. Josh ran around like a kid on Christmas. #Embarrasing. "So who has black clothing with them?" We all raised our hands.

"So black boxers count?" Zayn winked. "Cause I only have those... I guess they'll have to do." He pretended to act sad. Only Zayn. Only him.

"Okay. They will have to do. Go get yours on and then we will drive to Morgans to get hers."

Morgan nodded. "Thanks. Cause I don't really think ill blend in so well huh?" She motioned to her clothes and we all laughed. A bright orange long sleeve and bright pink sweats... Not a good choice Morgan. I knew Lou was probably going beserk. He thinks her clothes are a fashion DON'T sometimes and today was probably one of those out fits.

Game. On.

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Abby POV:

I was waiting for Hannah at our usual spot, when I remember being shoved half way into a cloth bag. I guess the bag was to small... But then it hit me. Literally. I was thrown into the trunk and I hit my head. Anyways, it hit me, I had been kidnapped. I tried to scream out my lungs (it makes this harder... And the tears stream, down my faaace;)#MOMENTS), but they had put a gag in my mouth. It kept cutting into my cheeks. I blacked out....

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When I woke up, I was in a cell with a mattress. TRIPLE GROSS. WHO WOULD SLEEP HERE?!?!?!?!?!?:O I looked around and took in my surroundings, and recognized where I was. The old saw mill. I heard the door open and saw a man with a ski mask on enter the room. I decided to speak up. It took my last ounce of bravery to, because this man was.....well SCARY!!

"Excuse me. But why am I here?" I asked trying to sound polite. But this man didn't care...

"Be quiet." He said gruffly. He took a roundish object out of his pocket and tied it to a bar of the cell I was in. I felt uncomfortable. Almost like I was in jail. MAYBE THAT BONK ON THE HEAD TURNED ME BONKERS!! What If this really is jail?? But what would I be in here for.... Hmm. Once the man turned around to grab his can of beer (did I mention he had a beer gut? Well it was HUGE.) In red lights if read:

24:00:00

It meant 24 hours. Hmm. Suddenly it all made sense. It was a bomb! Oh god...the strange man (I decided to nickname him that. Or beer belly......) came back with a camera and started to shoot himself.

"I told you. BEWARE. I have someone you might know here by the way..." He smirked and positioned the camera at me. I realized he was probably gonna send it to Morgan. I whimpered softly.

"You have 24 hours before. Well how do I put this in a nicer way? Before KABOOM!" He smirked and filmed the bomb. Then slowly, he pressed it. Slowly, it started to tick counting away the seconds.....

"Trade yourself in for her freedom...." The video ended. Wait. What? (But who's going to roundup all the pussy cats;)) Trade? They shouldn't and better not come for me. It would be horrible.

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OMGOMGOMGOMG I had fun writing this chapter cause there was ALOT of 1D related things accidentally put in there.

When I wrote about the beer gut and how huge it was and I was like:

"Oh my god. Becky. Look at his gut. It looks soooo big. "

"Yea he looks like one of those rapper girls boyfriends."

"Ya I mean look at it. It's just so big and round. It's just so out there."

"I like big guts and I cannot lie..."

LOLOLOLOLOLOL HAHAHAHAHAHA

AAAAAH THE LIGHT!!

Will you marry me?

Simple but effective..

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