4. Reality Ruined My Life
I blink and open my eyes. Ugh, I have the worst headache and I am dizzy. I had the craziest dream where I was kidnapped by One Direction. I laugh a little bit because why would One Direction care about me? I mean sure I am a fan but they wouldn't kidnap me. I am not pretty and I am not a slut so I wouldn't throw myself at them, so there is no way they would give two horse shits about me. I go to rub my eyes when I realize that my arms and legs are tied to the bed posts. Wait, this isn't my room. Where in hell, am I? I am starting to panic because I realized that it wasn't a dream. One Direction actually kidnapped me. It takes me a few minutes of squirming to realize that I needed to calm down because panicking and squirming isn't going to help me. I took a couple of deep breathes and look around. There is a stand up light in the corner of the room but no windows so I have no idea where I am or if it is day or night. There are two doors, one off to the left and the other one straight in front of me. To the right of me there is a wardrobe closet thing and a dresser. And then in a corner there is a desk. And then there is a giant mirror from the floor to about half way to the ceiling and half way across the wall. Who needs that big of a mirror? They probably need it so Zayn can fit all of his hair in one mirror. You know what? They don't deserve to be called by their first names. The names that saved my life are not the same names that kidnapped me! Ok, let's see. Zayn will be; Mr. my-hair-is-taller-than-I-am. Niall will be; leprechaun. Louie will be; Stripes. Harry will be; Curly. And Liam will be; Buzz Cut. I know he doesn't have a buzz cut anymore but it will probably annoy him so it will be good. Ha! Now I just have to wait for them to come so I can call them their new names. I do one of those annoyed laughs where something is so ridiculous but it is true so you just kind of "huh". Because this whole time, I was reading all these fan fictions about them kidnapping girls and then they all fall in love and forgive and forget and that little, tiny, microscopic part of my brain wished it was me they were kidnapping. But I knew, well thought, that they wouldn't just go around and kidnap people. Especially girls that worship the ground they walk on. Well worshiped. I just want out of here. I may have loved them before this, but it was just that. Loved being the key word. I wouldn't forgive them. Ever.
Then I kind of laughed again. But this time at myself because I decide to start running and get in shape and what happens? I get fucking kidnapped. I always knew there was a reason I hated running so much. I must have subconsciously known.