Kidnapped by One Direction (Bk. 2)

I instantly turned around and began breathing a bit heavily. I could see my breath in the dark and cold air. “W-Who’s there?” I asked. “Perrie!” God dammit, I heard it again! I swear to you, I’m not going crazy. I turned back around and almost began walking back to home until I saw something or someone run at me. “No!” I screamed. I began running in my flats as the back of my heel rubbed against the edge, probably causing thousands of blisters. “Get away from me!” I pleaded, continuing to run. I turned the corner and took off my shoes. I turned and began running backwards, holding my shoes in my hand. As they appeared, I threw one of my shoes at them. “Ow!” I heard them yell, causing me to feel victory. I ran around to the park exit, knowing I’m free. I turned the corner onto my street and saw another person running at me. “What the hell?” I asked, turning around to see the person I threw my shoe at running at me as well. Instantly, three more people came running at me in different directions. Talk about dejavu.