Kidnapped By One Direction

After Kira is kidnapped by one direction after a concert she was dragged to by her sister Amy, she plans to escape but as she starts to fall in love with one of her kidnappers, will she manage to escape or will there be a change in the game plan?


4. Mop-top Harry

I woke up, Niall gone. I stretched and rolled over, yawning i read a note that had been placed by my nightstand, 

waiting for you in the kitchen with breakfast,

thanks for all the kisses last night ; ) x

I tried to remember what happened last night, i rubbed my messy hair and bit my bottom lip. god what was i doing?

there was a knock at the door and Harry entered the room, his head leaning down, so his curly mop-top covered his face.

" i see you feel at home now then? " he choked. i silently gasped, did he know about last night? I shrugged and acted like nothing had happened. He looked up his eyes dark as an obis, empty but looking hurt. " dont play that way Kira, its a dangerous game in this house " he sighed looking at me, he walked over to me and sat on the bed. 

" i know what happened last night, and if i were you i'd stop that from happening again with Niall. you shouldn't like him or the others you should like me instead " He said cocking his head and grabbing my wrists tight like a vice, I tried to pull my hands away but he was stronger then i had once thought.

" please.. please let go it hurts " I winced. He smiled and leaned in to kiss me, i tried pushing him back, to reject the kiss but he pulled me into a tight hug. Eventually he pulled away roughly and whispered " that's what you should be enjoying not ol' lucky leprechaun, me"


I choked was that a threat or just a piece of advise? He stood up and walked to the door turning round to give me one last wink as he exited the door. I ran to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out, over and over again. I didn't love him, i didn't love Niall either! or did I? i didnt know anymore! my head was confused with twisted emotions for people, and horrid memories. 

My stomach rumbled as i entered the bedroom again. I rubbed my tummy. i looked down at myself, muddy jeans, holey socks and a torn shirt. I groaned, i looked around searching for a chest of drawers. Bingo. found one as i walked over to it, and opened the drawer i noticed another note on-top of a clean set of clothes.


started exploring around then?

i thought you would need some clean clothes after all your ones are muddy


i cringed they were joking right? what were they psychics? I mumbled swears as i took out the clothes, i put the clothes on the bed and walked into the bathroom to have a shower. I stripped down and stepped into the soaking shower, i jumped back as i was blasted in the face with freezing water. i reached out and turned the heat up. much better. I wet my hair and hummed a lullaby my mother always used to sing so me when i was little. I ran shampoo and conditioner through my hair and rinsed it out. turned off the shower and stepped out and got a towel to dry myself off with. I walked over to the bed and put on the clean jeans and shirt they had got me. surprisingly they had style. Harry probably picked them out being the most confident in his fashion sense. 

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