Daydreaming Is Dangerous {1D fanfic}

I was running. Running for my entire life. I felt the prescense of a body following me, urging my brain to keep running. There was a terrible pain in my side, yelling to my brain to stop running. But I couldn't. If I could I would. Believe me. But the fear of the powerful person following me scared me.

"Come here now, you dumb little girl!" the man yelled to me. That didn't stop me. I knew how bad it would be if I stopped.

"I'm 18! I'm not a little girl anymore!" I yelled back to him. I jumped over the couch, and into the kitchen bar. I didnt now where to go next, but I needed to get away. Anywhere away from HIM. I heard him rush down the hallway, yelling the whole way. "Where did you go Mia?!?!" he yelled.

I heard him run into the front room. "I will find you! No need to hide!"

Where to hide? Where to hide? I asked myself. What if I hid under the bed? He would never find me and I'd at least be safe for a while. But he was in the Hall, and he would probably see me. Why did it have to be this difficult?

"Mia!! You can run but you can't hide!" he said, in the mysetrious voice he uses when he tries to get his way.

"I'm in the kitchen!" I yelled, leaping from behind the bar, and going on with my plan.

"Ah Ha! I always get my way!" he said, and I could hear him run from the hall and into the Living Room, fast approaching the kitchen.

I probably would have gotten away, and under the bed, successful; if it wasn't for the damn bar stool.

I tripped and fell, and having him hear the clatter, made him rush into the room.

"Ahhh... My darling.. You didn't actually think you would beat the master would you?" he said, sitting on top of me. "You silly li-"

"Get off of me! HELP! HEL-" I tried to scream, but he put his hand on top of my mouth.

"No words, ma' pretty, no one's here to help you! You know your punishment, now don't you? Do I need to remind you?"

"No! You wouldn't dare! HELP!! HELP!!" I tried to yell, but I knew no one was around. He grabbed me, and I knew what was next.

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"Lou, really? Did you and Mia get in a fight again? Seriously, that is like the tenth time this week." Harry said, entering the room.

"She still deserves her proper tickling for interrupting my TV show!!" Louis said.

I piped in, "It was my time! 3:00! You know that my favorite show was on! And I'm even missing it now! Lou!! Get off of me!"

"Never!" he said, holding me even tighter, "Not until you tell me 'Louis the Tommo Tomlinson is the awesomest King ever!"

"Since when were you ruled a king?" Harry questioned, opening the fridge, and grabbing a can of Pepsi.

"Since when are you allowed to pick into other's conversations?" Louis asked him, giving him the death glare. "And for your information, HAROLD," he tightened his grip on me once again, "King of Fifa, the Camera King, and right now, King of the KITCHEN!! Now get out and let me finish!"

"Whatever. I'm out. Please don't kill Mia, though, Lou," and with that, he left.

"Now, I'm gonna finsh you off, my pretty. Any last words?" he said, threatening me with his fingers.

"I would never give in to you, Louis William Tomlinson, ever." I told him, give him a sneer.

"Are you sure, Mia Grace Anderson?" he said. "Oh, yeah, I went there."