A cloth was stuffed into my mouth, so I couldn't even scream for help. I squirmed and wriggled for all I was worth, but it was no use. The person who had kidnapped me was incredibly strong. Or maybe I was incredibly weak?
Yeah, I would go with the latter.
Suddenly, I experienced a sensation of weight-loss, before abruptly smacking into something solid. It took me a few seconds to realize that I had been thrown over someone's shoulder, and they were taking me somewhere.
What was with this kidnapping? I mean, c'mon, couldn't they have kidnapped one of the Fakes? I'm sure no one would have missed them.
I had given up trying to free myself; the person who was holding me was like a rock. A few minutes passed, and then I was lifted off and placed into another solid thing.
I just hoped it wasn't someone else's shoulder.
The blindfold was taken off of me, as well as the cloth on my mouth. As soon as they did that, I screamed out, "GET AWAY FROM ME, CREEPY KIDNAPPERS!"
I then proceeded to make use of my now free legs, by kicking the first thing in front of me.
Which just so happened to be a man's stomach.
He clutched his stomach, groaning from pain. Looks like my kick could pack a punch. I would have to remember that for later. I looked around, glancing at everyone crowded around me. There were four guys, all with muscular builds. And they all had black masks on their faces.
I admit, right then and there, fear shot through me. Were they going to kill me? Torture me in some way? Did they want information? Because I would be more than willing to tell them what I had had for breakfast that morning.
Then I noticed the cameraman behind them. And, I suddenly got a revelation. If these were real kidnappers, of course the cameraman would try and stop them, instead of filming them. This was all a televised act, to add more drama in the show. These were guys hired to act like kidnappers. Of course, this plan was so stupid. Anyone seeing this supposedly "reality" show could guess that this was all an act. If it was real, the kidnappers couldn't even have gotten here. I mean, with all the security.
Well, if a kidnapping was what they wanted, a kidnapping was what they were going to get.
I placed a hand on my forehead. "Oh! Whatever shall I do now? I have been kidnapped, and Ihave no way of escape. Oh, whomever shall come save me now?" I said, in a falsetto, high-pitched voice, trying for the "damsel in distress" act.
Although, in my case, I would probably be sarcastic-teenager-who-could-take-all-these-guys-out-by-kicking-them-in-the-nuts in distress.
Of course, since I was the supposed "damsel in distress", I had to have my hero, the guy who saves me.
Thanks, but no thanks. I can save myself.
Just then, the door to the patio slid open, revealing none other than Harry freaking Styles standing there. His eyes flickered from me to the "kidnappers", and then, to the camera man.
"Oi, you! Leave her alone!" He said, before menacingly approaching them. Even I could see that was an act.
The four guys crowded around the chair, which I was handcuffed to. Wait, when did I get handcuffed?
"I'm warning you, kid. Leave us alone and no one gets hurt." One of the guys said, his voice dangerously low. I got shivers from it.
Harry, being the stubborn person he is, chose to stand there, with his hands curled into fists. Then, faster than I would have thought possible, he punched all of the guys, kicking one in the nuts and delivering a fast blow to someone's jaw. They all lay on the ground, making exaggerated groaning sounds. Harry then proceeded to attempt to open my handcuffs with a bobby pin he had produced from God-knows-where. This being the televised act it was, they immediately sprang open.
Harry nodded towards the cameraman to stop filming. The red light turned off and the guys got up from the ground, patting Harry on the shoulder and saying things like, "You did good, kid." Or "That was a good act." before exiting from the patio door, followed by the cameraman.
"So" Harry turned towards me, grinning. "Since I saved you, don't I atleast get a thanks? Or maybe a hug?"
My breath hitched in my throat. Harry Styles was asking me to hug him. I've basically won at life.
"Sure. Although, who knew a nineteen-year old could take out four guys ten times his size?" I said, crossing my arms. I didn't know exactly why I was being sarcastic.
"Who knew?" Harry said, thoughtfully. "Now where's my hug?" I laughed, and wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him to death.
Literally. It was a miracle he could even breathe.
I released him from my vice-like grip a few seconds later, when it became evident he was suffering from lack of oxygen. "Now, Harry, thanks for saving me, even though it was fake. Anyway, shouldn't we be getting back to the living room or something?"
Harry nodded and we headed towards the living room, talking about this and that. I couldn't really believe the fact that I was casually chatting with an international pop-star.
But the funny thing was, it was like talking to a normal person.
It was when we opened the doors to the living room, was when I gasped and started squealing. Because, in the room, was another celebrity who I absolutely adored.
Seriously, going on this show was the best thing that had ever happened to me.