One Direction Kidnapped Me!

Yeah that's right. I was kidnapped by the famous '1D'. Every girls dream right? Well, not this girl. These guys messed with the wrong chick and I'm getting the hell out of here.


20. Chapter 17

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Kylie's POV

I woke up in the back of a van.Again. I just managed to see Niall holding me before I blacked out.


I woke up the next morning in my bed at the boy's house. Greaaaaaaaat. I remembered what happened yesterday. God I'm such an idiot. I'm NEVER getting drunk again. I had a terrible hangover and I tried to get out of my bed for food when I noticed two things:

1. A sleeping Niall Horan in a chair in the corner.

2. I was flippin' tied to my bed.

Oh Shit.

I tested the bindings. I had my ankles and wrists tied with duck tape to the bed. I tested the strength and I couldn't even TRY to get out. 

I sighed.

"Niall, wake up!" I whisper-yelled. He just snored.

"NIALL HORAN WAKE UP!" this time, really yelling. He woke up startled. He looked around the room until his eyes finally landed on me. I was wincing from yelling; I had a serious hangover. 

"You alright? Hangovers suck." he whispered, knowing to much noise would hurt.

"Why am I tied up?" I already knew the answer, but I asked anyways. Last night was a painful memory I was regretting. Of all the times to get drunk...

He didn't even answer, just looked at me with the I-think-you-know-why look. 

I sighed. "Well can I get up now? You're right here, I highly think it wouldn't be smart of me to run away right now." I whispered again. He thought for a second then came over and untied me. After rubbing my wrists for a bit, I got up and when straight to the kitchen.

Niall followed me as I started pulling out random ingredients. Niall looked at me with confusion.

"What are you doing?" he whispered. There was a lot of whispering going on.

"When you're mother was an alcoholic, you learn a few things, such as curing a hangover." I started mixing the home remedy. When I finished I smiled and showed it to Niall.

He nodded and I swallowed every last drop. It tasted terrible but it was worth it.

"It'll take about 15 minutes." I said. He nodded and gestured back to my room.

We sat down and I got right to the point.

"So, what are my punishments for trying to escape." he looked at me a little shocked at my direct question "I just wanna get this over with" I sighed.

"Well, when you go to sleep, you'll be tied down and someone will watch you. Um, you have to have someone watching you at all times, besides Harry, "I smiled "And, well, that's bout it." he rocked on his heels.

"Where are the other boys?" I asked, finally talking for once. Dang, that home remedy works fast. Niall noticed and followed suite.

"Oh, they went to a signing. And they're staying at a friends so tonight it's just us." a hint of smile played at his lips as he tried to hide it. I was happy too, Niall was a really nice and he's just to fun be around. and he's kinda cute to-

Hola hola HOL' UP! Kylie, get back to reality! Do not be thinking those things!

I told my sense of intelligence (above) to fuck off and decided to just enjoy the night.


"Niall, stop hogging the pop-corn!" I whispered yelled at him while his eyes were glued to the screen. We were watching the Notebook, one of my favorite movies ever. Niall couldn't seem to keep his grabby hands out of MY popcorn.

He kept on munching, much to my annoyance. I swatted his hand away, only for him to grab it and place it it my lap. As he stared at the screen, a smile was on his lips as I frowned.

Oh its ON.

5 seconds later, the leprechaun had a bowl of popcorn on his head with the popcorn scattered around him, sticking to his clothes.

I was .laughing hysterically. It was a solid 30 seconds before he took off, the bowl, to reveal a battle face that said three words:


He lunged at me to grab my waist but I jumped out of the way, laughing still. He then got up and started chasing me. Luckily, I was fast.

I ran and hid behind a corner, waiting. When he finally caught up, I stuck my foot out and he fell.

I came out and made sure he was okay, then laughed some more.

We were back in the room we started on, the Notebook still on.

I made a m, mistake and got to close to Niall. He pulled me down with him, I landed in him, softening my fall.

He rolled over so I was under him. He had my wrists pinned down and wasn't crushing me with his body weight, instead his face was a about a foot from mine.

He smiled. It wasn't the same evil smile Harry wore that one night, but instead one of happiness and innocence. 

He smiled again in triumph. He was smiling for a while, me lightly laughing. After I finished laughing, his look went serious.

He started to close the space between us and suddenly, he crashed his lips to mine. I kissed back, passionately.

 It was the best kiss of my life, and defying the voice in my head screaming at me to stop, he was my kidnapper, I kissed back.

In the background, The Notebook played the rain scene.

This was the kiss of a lifetime.

It was, my last first kiss.


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