Choosing One Direction

Emily, the dancer for One Direction's upcoming tour, has finally made her choice of which guy she wants to be with. As the group starts their tour, all seems well, until scandal arises again. Emily thought the drama was behind her- but what if she was wrong? What if choosing one direction may be harder than she thought?

Sequel to More Than One Direction


17. She's Not Afraid

After I read Liam's note, I pass out.
When I awake, I shove the note in my pocket and look around.
I'm in a drafty sub-basement. I can hear drips coming from all corners of the room.
The darkest areas are covered in mold, and the lightest areas in cracks.
The walls are a pale shade of gray, with splotches of rust covering random spots.
Pipes run across the ceiling, where there are holes and spider webs.
I try to move my body, only to discover I'm unable to.
I look down, and realize that my body is strapped to a small chair.
Thick men's belts are tied around my torso and shoulders. Padlocks are attached to them.
There are scarves tied around my ankles and wrists, which lie in my lap.
There is another scarf tied around my face, covering my mouth.
I try to scream, but the scarf is so thick that it muffles any possible sound I could make.
I dart my eyes around, but see no one.
Then I hear footsteps.
Small, dainty, footsteps.
Then they appear-
Martina and Eleanor.
"Well, well, well," Martina says, "look what we have here."
"Why isn't it the man-stealing slut?" Eleanor replies.
"We've tried so hard to warn her."
"We thought for sure her kiss with Niall would get her caught."
"Or at least that your flirting would push her away."
"But she didn't wanna leave."
"No, no, no."
"No," Eleanor says, "she wanted to stay with our boys."
"Our poor boys, casted under her spell."
I try to say something but remember that I'm muzzled.
Martina notices this, and unties the scarf from my mouth.
"What do you wanna say slut?"
"Why are you doing this?" is all I can think to say.
The two look at each other, then approach me, walking closer.
"You're so dumb," Eleanor says, "you still don't get it?"
"You're a slut," Martina says, "You hypnotized the boys into thinking you were some goddess!"
"You took my Louis!"
"I don't want Louis!" I pronounce, "I'm in love with Niall!"
"You don't deserve any of them!"
"You're a home wrecker!"
"You and Louis were already broken up!"
"He would've come crawling back,"
Eleanor says, "if it wasn't for your trickery."
"My trickery?" I question, "That's ridiculous."
"Is it?" Martina asks, "Getting each boy to fall in love with you? Leading each of them on then breaking each of their hearts? Going back and forth between them like ping pong?"
"That's not what it was like!" I defend myself.
"Then what was it like?" Eleanor asks.
"I just, I was confused. I didn't know what I want. They're all great guys. I was just confused. But I know now. I love Niall."
"And what about Louis?" Eleanor asks, "Are you just gonna break his heart again?"
"I don't have to tell you anything."
"Look where you are right now," Martina says, "I think you should start talking."
"No she shouldn't," a voice emerges from the distance.
"Because she's not afraid of you."


I'm sorry it took so long to update! I was really busy with schoolwork, and college stuff, and then I got sick with the flu but now I'm better and updating!
Let me know what you think :)
Love you all,
Emily xoxo
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