Confined ~A One Direction Fan Fiction~

Madison Ralf wakes up in a dark room. She has no idea what is happening for why she is there until a British stanger tells her she is endangering lives by living as a normal person and she isn't allowed to be alone.

^Sorry thats kind of crapy haha

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2. Meeting Them

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling a bit. I listened intently as the footsteps rounded my chair and I couldn't believe who was standing in front of me. Simon Cowell! The famous guy!
"I am Simon Cowell." He said.
"No shit, Sherlock!" I said angrily. "Am I on a prank show or something?!" I shrieked.
"No, you are not on a prank show." He said, the corners of his mouth turning up a bit.
"What the hell is going on?" I growled, leaning my head back on my chair a little harder than I had meant to.
"You will be staying with a few people who are very close to me. They are going to protect you and make sure you don't run and cause trouble." He bluntly stated.
"I don't care who the hell you think you are, but I am an American citizen and I have rights!" I shouted.
"You are a danger to public safety, therefore we have the power to do this." He told me. "Bring them in." He murmured into a walkie-talkie.
I stayed still, glaring at the god damn celebrity who was apparently was part of the SOC, whatever the hell that was. I listened as the door opened and closed behind me.
"We're here Uncle Simon." I heard an Irish accent say.
"Come meet your new client." Simon said, nodding his head down at me.
"No, because Im leaving. Im not taking part in this bull shit!" I yelled, struggling against my restraints. "Fuck you!" I shouted angrily. How could they just take away my entire life and think everything was going to be ok or that I was going to cooperate?
I watched as one by one five boys came into my view. One with blonde hair, brown at the roots, and blue eyes, one with dark brown curls and light green eyes, his dimples showing as he smiled, one with brown hair done up in a quiff and blue eyes, one with black shaggy hair and deep brown eyes, and one with brown shaved hair and big brown eyes. It took me a minute to realize who they were.
"So you plan to hide me by putting me with one of the biggest boy bands in the world?" I asked, looking at Simon as if he were an idiot, which right now Im pretty sure he was.
"We are not trying to hide you, we are trying to keep you safe and un-alone." He explained.
"Well why can't I be with a band I actually like?!" I protested.
"Because they are the only available band in Public Service." Simon started to look around the room, a bit tired of explaining things to me.
"Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." The one with curly hair said. I looked at him suspiciously.
"I don't need you faggots to take care of me." I growled.
"We are not faggots!" The blonde yelled.
"Yes you are, you're all gay!" I retorted, now knowing what offended them. I knew from hearing things on TV that they got offended when called gay. I could use that. Know your enemy, right?
"Boys, boys, boys! Dont listen to her petty insults." He rolled his eyes. "We need to get her ready." He said.
"What the hell do you mean 'get me ready'?!" I interrogated.
"You'll see." He mumbled. "Number 3307 is ready for stage four." He said into his radio.
Three men dressed in scrubs came in carrying a face mask and a gas tank.
"Just breathe." One instructed kindly. Instead of complying, I held my breath, glaring at the five boys watching me. The one with the brown quiff walked up to me and started to tickle me, which made me laugh and breathe in whatever the doctors were trying to give to me. My vision slowly faded and went black.
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