Prisoner of My Own Body

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16 year-old Sophie's in for more than she expected when she meets One Direction. The boys, Harry especially, take a liking to her body and feisty attitude immediately, and kidnap her to be their own little toy. But then they tell her her mom sold her to them? She's in constant confusion, blindly trying to foresee what will happen to her next as the boys are bi-polar most of the time. The worst part is that Sophie is starting to develop feelings for her kidnappers, and some of them also start developing feelings for her.....

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15. Making a Friend

At the shopping centre, the boys don’t try to make conversation, clearly not being big fans of furniture shopping. I, on the other hand, was in a good mood after a couple minutes only, letting them follow silently behind me. I knew Louis was more the clothes type and Niall the food type. And Harry well, was Harry. Everything that didn’t involve sex didn’t interest him. Unfortunately for him, there weren’t any Ann Summers shop.

 Basically, the boys stood uninterested while I talked with the clerks and bought everything I wanted from paint to unimportant details. Harry had told me our address, and I had given it to the clerks so they could deliver my items by the end of the day.

Weirdly though, Louis, Harry and Niall didn’t get jumped on by fan girls while we shopped. Maybe girls didn’t like them as much in London… Or maybe I just got lucky.

It had been 3 hours already, and the boys wouldn’t stop complaining about how long it took me to shop for a bedroom. I kept telling them it had to be perfect if they wanted me wanted to feel at home.

“Oh! Let’s go in this one!” I say, pointing another boutique. The boys groan in chorus. Harry huffs, takes out his wallet, and hands me his credit card.­

“You go okay? Me and the lads are gonna sit there to rest,” he points at a bench sitting in right front of the shop. “And if you don’t come out in ten minutes, we’re going in and you’re gonna regret making us wait. You need to be back for twelve thirty.”

“Please hurry. I’m famished,” Niall presses, rubbing his stomach.

“You’re always hungry anyways, Niall.” I point out.

“I’m positive you’re just as hungry!  You didn’t even eat the breakfast we made you!” The Irish boy argues.

“At least I’m not complaining about it,” I shoot back.

“Tick tock goes the Jim clock,” Louis sing-songs.

“Okay fine,” I wave them away, and enter the store. I look around, taking my time, enjoying the fact that the boys aren’t there to complain. Not there to look after me.

“Hi! My name’s Alana. May I help you with something?” A pretty girl with long wavy red hair and bright eyes says, scaring me slightly. She appears to be about my age.

“Oh. No thanks. I’m just looking.”

“Okay. Feel free to let me know if you need anything.” Alana’s about to leave but then I have an idea.

“Wait!” I say. She stops in her tracks, while I look to see if the boys are near.

“Yes?”

“Maybe you could help me. Does this store have a back entrance?”

“Yes. Why?” She’s confused as I look around nervously.

“Oh for nothing important. You know, just to feel safe if there’s something dangerous at the main entrance.”

“Want me to show you the way, just in case? You seem pretty scared about something,” Alana asks hesitantly, passing her hand into her hair.

“What time is it?” I ask, ignoring her last comment.

“It’s twelve twenty-five.” She answers looking at her watch.

“Okay. I have the time.”

She claps happily. “Great! It’s the first time I get to help a client with something! Follow me.” Alana chirps, almost skipping her way to the back entrance. “Ta da!”

Perfect. I’ll just have to find the right opportunity to escape. If ever they let me out again…. My face drops at the thought and Alana notices.

“Are you okay? Was this what you were searching for?” She frowns, getting worried.

“Yes and no. Look, it’s a complicated story and I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t wanna get involved…”

“Okay. But I still think you need a friend to talk to about all your feelings. I think I could understand. You shouldn’t keep them bottled up inside. Here,” Alana says, handing me her cell phone. “Put your number in. We could talk over some ice cream sometime.”

Reflexively, I reach over in my back pocket for my cell phone, but remember the boys had taken it.

“I don’t have a cellphone.” I huff.

“Oh. Well I’ll give you my number anyway, and you call me okay? You do have some kind of phone where you live yeah?” She asks, putting her cellphone away and pulling a pen and a piece of paper out, before scribbling her name and number.

“I’ll try to call. Like I said, my case is pretty complicated. I’m very sorry, but I have to go or you might never see me again” I say, grabbing her number and heading towards the main entrance. She follows me.

“Oh I get it. You have a possessive boyfriend that was too lazy to come here with you so he told you to come out at a specific time.” She tries. I laugh at how close she actually is to the truth.

“Something like that.”

“Told you I’d understand! Well then, goodbye and call me!” Alana, says as I walk quickly out of the store. I join the boys, putting Alana’s number in my back pocket.

“It took you 9 minutes and 49 seconds. You really do like pushing your limits,” Harry scolds, standing up to his feet. Niall and Louis imitate him.

“Who was that girl you were talking to?” Louis asks as we start making our way to the car.

“Wait you were talking to someone?”

“Yes and as you can see, I didn’t tell her anything or you’d be running from the police right now,” I snap.

“What did she want?”

“My phone number, which I couldn’t give since I didn’t have one,” I reply dryly.

“Maybe you can’t be trusted with a phone yet. You’re lucky enough we let you out today after that little revelation about your self-mutilation. Most of your time will have to be spent indoor from now on,” Harry says, pulling me closer to him as we walked.

“But why?” I whine.

“Because I said so and also because I don’t want you to make any more cuts. See that as a punishment for your unintelligent actions. End of the conversation,” he closes.

“They weren’t unintelligent actions. They are the actions of someone who is hurting on the inside and who isn’t able to express themselves otherwise,” I reply under my breath. Niall’s obviously the only one who hears me, his hand reaching over to grab mine in what is meant to be a reassuring manner. Our eyes meet and I pull it away from him.

We keep walking but I don’t talk anymore. I just follow silently. We arrive at Harry’s car and I jump in the backseat, closely followed by Niall. Harry and Louis get in the front, Louis in the driver’s seat.

“No funny stuff you two,” the Doncaster boy warns, looking at us in the rear-view mirror. He turns the keys in the ignition, and the vehicle purrs to life. I roll my eyes at his gauche comment, and look out the window, daydreaming about when I could finally be free to make my own choices while the boys start a conversation about a new song for their album.

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