Disguised Beauty (A One Direction FanFiction)

"Wishes don't always come true, hon."
"Yeah mommy, but I feel like they should."

Spoken from the mouth of a 4 year old Paige Dray.
Before all the chaos, and the rumors, and the bands.

Have you ever impersonated someone?
I have.

Have you ever made a wish?
I have.

Have you ever fallen in love?
I have.

Have you ever... Seen magic?
I have.


5. Chapter 5

I flash a grin at Harry before he goes onstage. We had been hanging out for the past while and I was beginning to really like him. As a friend, of course. The boys were swell, and they made me cheerful every time one of them talked. Their thick, heavy accents were ever so lovely, and the way they looked me in the eye just sparked my mood.

"What's going on, New York?!" I hear Louis yell. I laugh and lean up against the wall.

I wonder what Kayleigh and Mom were thinking right now. Were they wondering where I was, and how I was doing? Or were they just thinking about the passes, and where they could of gone? I let out a small murmur and slink to the ground. I wish my family actually cared about me. It really doesn't seem so.

I close my eyes and start to doze off. I'm not in the mood to listen to One Direction sing anymore. I'm depressed now. It was a big change, since five minutes ago I was delighted and overjoyed.

"Hey! You shouldn't be sleeping!" I hear a gruff voice hiss in my ear. My eyes flutter open and I turn to look at a stranger with a charcoal colored beard. He was bulky, and his eyes were colorless.

"Why can't I?" I frown.

"You're supposed to be getting ready for your big show." He growls and lifts me up. I kick him in the guts.

"Do not touch me!" I holler. "I have a right to remain untouched!" I slap him across the face and he releases me unwillingly. I catch a glimpse of him stumbling to the ground before I get up and skitter away.

"Get back here missy!" He scowls and bounds after me, stumbling and scurrying.

After about a minute or so, I feel tight arms wrap around my body. I wriggle around, trying to catch air. I can't breath, and I'm getting dizzy.

"Please... let go of me..." I beg. Before I knew it, I was blacked out.

I woke up in a somber, cramped space. I try to sit up, but immediately flopped right back down. I was real groggy. I moan and lay my hand on my stomach. All of a sudden, my whole body jerks and I yelp. I realize the room I was in, was in a back of a truck. I slowly sit up, and look around. I'm still pretty unsteady, but I could sit up just fine.

"Hello?" I call. No one answers me. I lean up against the wall of the truck. Where was everyone? Where were the boys? I pull out my cellphone. Who was I going to call, though? I couldn't call Kayleigh or Mom, they'll find out what'd I've been up to. Dad? No, he's also going to bust me. Cory was thirteen, so he can't exactly save me. Eric? Nope. He's in Georgia right now, visiting family. I don't have any of the boys' numbers, so I can't call them. I scroll through my contacts on my phone. There was no one else I could call.

"Anybody?" I cry. Hopefully, we'd come to a stop soon, and I could get out of here.

The truck is tall enough for me to stand in, and I'm five feet six inches. It's murky and it smells horrid, like fish eggs. It has a few blankets in the opposite corner, and a bag of chips lays in the middle of the truck. It isn't a pickup truck, like you might think. It's one of those traveling trucks, that you carry supplies in. I can see that, because there are numerous crates stacking on top one another over in the corner.

I feel my body jerk forward a little, and we've stopped. The doors in the back rattle, and then swing open. The guy with the charcoal beard is standing there, scowling.

"You're awake, good. Come out." He beckons me forward.

"Why should I?" I call back. I need to know why he's taking me wherever he's taking me, before I can come near him.

"I want to show you something." He chuckles.

"No you don't." I frown. "You wanna put me in a sack and kidnap me."

"Love bug, I already did." He crosses his arms.

"Don't call me love bug. Let me go. Bring me back to the stage." I ask.

"That's not how it works, sweetie." He cackles, and leaps up into the truck. I back up a little.

"Do NOT touch me." I say.

"That's what you said last time." He runs for me and tries to grab me, but I dodge his blow and stand up. I'm wobbly and almost fall over, but I make a run for it. I hop out, and slam the door to the truck. I lock the back and I hear pounding on the door. I start running. I feel dizzy and my head hurts. Everything is getting brighter, and I can't see or hear. The last thing I can remember is screaming "NO! NO! PLEASE! LET ME GO!" before I hit the ground and black out once more.

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