Trying To Escape. *COMPLETE*

Riley has lived a fairly normal life. Except she does boxing, kick boxing, and karate. So I guess you could say that she's pretty trained in self-defense. Now most people would think that unless you want to be a professional boxer her skills are pretty useless, well for her that's not the case. When she gets kidnapped by the one direction boys she's pretty thankful that she's been doing karate since she was 3, boxing since she was 4, and kick boxing since she was 6.


38. Hopeless Wander -Mumford and Sons

~Riley's P.O.V~

Ugh, I just want out. Out of the hospital. Out of Louis' grasp. Out of my 'prison cell'. I just want out! Well, there is one place that I want in; Liam's arms. Whoa, whoa, wait, what?! Did I seriously just think that?! No, you can't be falling in love with one of your kidnappers! -Oh, wait, two. You admitted to it all ready, jackass.- You know what brain? I give you premission to shut the fuck up! -With pleasure.- Thank you!

I heavily exhaled, my eyes darting around my plain, grey, dull hospital room. To my right I had: a heart monitor, a knocked out Liam, and a knocked out Zayn, holding no other than my -I mean our- only son; Christopher. Oh yeah, and to my not right I had: a night stand, A wide awake Anna, and a glass of water. Wow isn't... exhilarating?! So unique! So- yeah no, I'm done. I just want out of this hell you call a hospital.

Everything was silent, except for the steady rhythm of my heart monitor, giving me plenty of time to dwell in my thoughts.

Okay, lets start with Liam. Oh, Liam. If only you knew the power you had over me. As much as I hate to admit it, every time I see you my heart involuntarily skips a beat, and my breathing hitches. Like that feeling you get when you fall. The feeling you get on a roller coaster right before you go over a drop. A feeling of excitement, fear, and curiosity. The way you're so gentle, hesitant and, careful. The way you make me feel so special with simplest gestures. The way you make me love you unconditionally. I try to hide it. Try to make my feelings unknown. I've always been afraid to let my guard down, in fear of getting attached. But it seems everyday it gets harder and harder. Every time you bite your lip in frustration or concentration I fall harder. Every time you flutter your eyelashes before you fall asleep you put me on the brink of insanity. Every time you kiss my cheek I get struggle to fight off a blush. Every time you hold me I get weak in the knees. Every time you whisper calming things in my ear my heart flutters and a war erupts in my stomach. Every time you acknowledge my existence my guard burns to ashes. I try to ignore it, push my feeling away, but somehow they always come back and it scares me. Liam James Payne has more power over me than I ever thought possible. More than I will ever admit.

Zayn. Zayn, Zayn, Zayn. Just the mere thought of you makes butterflies explode in my stomach. It makes me hunger for your touch. Your stare draws me back to you like when you hear something strange and can't help but investigate. A feeling of intense curiosity, hunger, and want. Which leads me to wonder; are just fuck buddies? But then I remeber what Anna told me and all my doubts go away. When your arms are wrapped around me I feel safe and protected. When you kiss my neck I feel like wanted. I don't like the effect you have over me. I don't like how you have the ability to make me melt at your touch. You always leave me wanting more, but you hurt me. You took something that you can't ever give back. You let Louis push you around. You let him talk you into hurting me. Despite the pain, you also gave me something I wouldn't trade for the world. Zayn Jawaad Malik, you've taken me to hell and back, but you've also made me love you. And thats something I can't change .

"Riley. Riley? Riley!" I was snapped out of my thoughts by a hand being waved infront of my face, and a worried looking Anna. I gave her a quizzical look, wondering what could've gotten her so shook up. Her unexpectedly flew around my waist, incasing me in the tightest hug known to the history if tight hugs. A halfhearted laugh escaped my lips. "I thought you were dead," she whispered. Once again I shot her a quizzical look. "You were just laying there, staring at the ceiling. You weren't moving or blinking! I didn't even think you were breathing!" Another laugh escaped me lips as she continued rambling in full panic mode.

"Is it wrong to love them both," I wondered aloud. Her babbling immediately subsided once she heard my question. After what seemed mere seconds of pondering, she came up with an answer.

"No." She whispered back, and suddenly my mind was at ease and drowsiness took over.

I nodded. "Good. Now, I'm going to sleep. Night." A short 'okay' slipped through her lips before we both settled into a dreamless sleep.

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