Kidnapped by one direction

A girl got kidnapped by one direction, I know it is every girls dream. But this girl has a different thing in mind. She is not a big fan of one direction. She would rather be with her family in New York, New York, with her family and friends in her school and neighborhood. But even though she hates one direction, she starts to fall in love with one of the kidnappers


2. Planning and hitting


Zayn P.O.V


"She was flawless"

         I quietly said, But the rest of the lads heard me, they had agreed with me. Though she was not well dressed, she was still beautiful. With her sister by her side, she looked like a beautiful mother and a safe one to. I knew I had to get her

"Hey what's your name"

"Why" she said with a smirk on her face. "What's your name".

"You don't my name?" I said with a confused face.

"Nope, I'm not really into you" She replied. I had another question for her but those beautiful eyes had me in an aww. They were twinkling as the sun slowly came out of the gray dark clouds.

Me and the rest of the lads looked each other, we agreed to the same thing. After the signing we quickly came up with a plan.


Christina P.O.V

      The sun was finally coming out as were at the last boy signing the book. I was mad but happy at the same time. My eyes started to hurt as it got lighter from the sun. All of the sudden the clouds closed back up and it started to pour. There was a wall of rain so I told my sister to run. 

As we were sprinting back to the bus stop, I wasn't eating where I was going and saw a big whit van with no windows. It knocked me off my feet and onto the soaked pavement. 

      My head started to pound as hard as banging your head against a cement walls. The world started to turn, and I didn't know what was right and what was left.

      My sister screamed as four men with black masks and black outfits came out of the van and picked me up by my limbs. They started to carry me back to the van, and I could a faint scream as they closed the door, from my sister.

      The last thing I saw was the ceiling of the can, The last thing I HEARD was a deep Irish Accent saying

"Great Job Lads!"


Elsa P.O.V

      I was terrified, my sister just gotten taken from random people.She gotten taken and it was all my fault. She pushed me out of the way. So I wouldn't get hit by the van. She had saved my life. She was probably dead by now, and I'm laying of the sidewalk, still alive. 

 "It should've been me" I whispered

 "It should've been me" I screamed at the top of my lungs 

 My voice started to crack the more I held the last word

"It was my fault"

 I screamed over and over again until I lost my voice.

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