Dirty Little Bastards

"Now you listen here you ungrateful little twat, the only reason you're here is for pleasure and that is it! Understand? If you weren't so hot, I frankly wouldn't care a damn about you." Harry Styles and Niall Horan have become wickedly bad and even sexier in this story. Will Mia ever escape the wrath of Harry and Niall, will the other three dashing boys come to her rescue? What happened the night she got kidnapped, did they drug her? Read to find out... xx -Molly

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9. wake up

I'm just laying in his bed staring at the ceiling wondering what I've gotten myself into. Louis has a girlfriend, and plus he's my kidnapper and you're never supposed to fall for your kidnapper right? What if he didn't have a girlfriend? Would things be different between us? My thoughts were interrupted by Louis jumping in next to me.

"Hey Mia, how are you feeling?"

"I hurt all over." I began to silently cry.

Louis pulled me close to him and rubbed the small of my back to help calm me. When he touched me, I felt like he was the one for me and I know that that sounds weird and I know but I do love him, it's just this feeling i get when he looks at me or smiles.

"Thanks for saving me again."

"It's really no trouble Mia. We're friends and friends protect each other. Remember that."

And I will, I will remember that. Friends do protect each other. And with those soothing words, I fell asleep in his arms, only to wake up to someone yelling at me.

"Mia!!! Oh Mia, my love! Wake up you bitch!"

I looked at the clock on the wall, it's three in the morning so what the fuck does Harry want? I hate him with a burning passion.

"Harry, it's three in the fucking morning. Go to sleep and leave me alone."

Apparently Louis is a heavy sleeper, he didn't even wake up when I spoke to Harry.

"Mia, I'm allowed to be up when I want to be up. So don't tell me what to fucking do. Got it?"

I looked at him, rolled my eyes and went back to sleep.

"Mia, don't look away from me love. We have some unfinished business to take care of." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of Louis' bed. I hit the floor with a thump.

"Ow! Can you not be a little asshole for once?"

He pushed me up against Louis' bed and started making out with me, I tried pushing his arms away but he was too strong.

"Mia, what are you doing? Louis asked

He looked down at Harry forcefully making out with me and he jumped out of his bed, pushed Harry off of me and started punching him in the face.

"Mate, stop being such a dick to her."

"Oh, well I didn't know that you had feelings for her!" Harry jokes at Louis

"Guys, stop fighting. Harry, can you please just go?"

"I'll go when Louis admits that he likes you." Harry teased

"Louis doesn't like me, we're just friends and friends protect friends. Plus he has a girlfriend so stop being a dirty little bastard."

"Bitch." Harry spat at me.

"Now Louis, tell me that you don't have feeling for Mia and I'll go."

"Harry, I Louis Tomlinson may or may not have feelings for Mia but right now, it's three in the morning and I'm exhausted and you just need to leave and go sober up."

Louis turned around and looked at me, his eyes were filled with sadness, guilt, and worry.

"That's all I wanted to here mate. Mia, I'll be seeing you." Harry winked at me, and then he was gone.

"Louis, are you okay? I can't believe Louis said that he may like me, but why was he sad? His face read that he was tired but his eyes, they were so sad.

"Mia, again I'm sorry for what harry has done. And I'm fine but just tired."

"You're not a very good liar are you? A smile appeared across my face. I walked over to him and motioned towards the bed, I sat on it and he sat beside me, just staring at me.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing, you seem to be able to read me like an open book. It's odd really."

"You find me odd?" I joked

"No, not odd just different, you're not like anyone I've met before. It's nice for a change."

"Thanks." He took my face and tilted it towards him and looked at my cheeks, they were already turning a light purple. He rubbed his thumb over it and I winced at his touch.

"Oh, sorry."

"Do you have any ice? They kind of burn." I point toward my cheeks.

"Come with me."

We walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab some ice. I sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and he took the bag of ice and put it against my cheek.

"Better?"

"So much."

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