Chapter 1:Kidnapped by one direction
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It was a normal day so I thought I was walking on the street and suddenly I wasn't able to move my arms "what the fuck"I said ;just keep quiet and I won't hurt you"I heard someone say I turned around to see a blond boy then I noticed I was being kidnapped
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