Stolen (1D Fanfic)

I woke up in a strange place. I had no idea what had happened. No memories of my past life. All I knew was my name and age. Nothing else.


1. Waking Up

I opened my eyes. I was on a sofa with blankets on top of me. How did I get here? 

"Hello?" I called out, my voice was croaky. I then remembered my name. Samantha Mason. I was twenty years old. A boy with super curly hair walked into the room and looked at me with wide eyes. 

"Oh, you're awake now. What's you name?" He asked me. 

"I'm Samantha Mason. How did I get here? What's happened?!" I asked, panicked. 

"We found you outside, you had passed out. We didn't know if you were asleep, but we called someone we know who's a doctor and they said you were fine. They took you in for x-rays and you were fine." He explained. 

"Who are you?" I asked. He looked at me shocked and opened his mouth. 

"Uh. Harry Styles. Don't recognise me?" He said, scoffing. 

"Na-uh." I replied, shaking my head. 

"I'm from a band, One Direction." He told me. I shook my head. 

"I don't remember anything." I explained, then as if the puzzles clicked into place he opened his mouth to say something. 

"Oh. We will look after you until your memory comes back. Unless people report you missing." He explained, I nodded in agreement. 

"I only know my age and name." I told him. "I'm twenty." 

Another boy walked into the room, he had blonde hair and blue eyes.

"She's awake." He said in an accent I was unfamiliar with. 

"She doesn't remember anything. She only knows her name and her age. Her name is Samantha Mason, she's twenty." Harry told  him. The blonde one looked at me and smiled. 

"Hi, I'm Niall. Nice to meet you." He told me. I smiled back at him. "The rest of the boys are asleep upstairs. We're all in a band . . ." 

"One Direction." I interrupted. "Harry told me." Niall nodded and smiled. Niall seemed friendly whereas Harry was on the creepy-ish side. I haven't seen Harry smile once. He even gave me the weirdest look when I said I didn't know who he was. 

"We checked to see if you had a phone on you but you didn't, otherwise we would have called your parents to come and collect you." Harry told me, I just sat there and nodded. I looked back at Niall who was walked to the kitchen. 

"Where's Niall going?" I asked Harry. 

"To the kitchen, he likes to eat." Harry returned. I gave him a little smile and looked around the room. There were two sofas, the other was opposite me where Harry was sitting.

The carpet was a creamy colour that matched the walls and sofas perfectly. The middle of the ceiling held a nice pretty chandelier which tied the room together. I noticed on the walls hung a picture of the boys together in a nice sunny place. On the wall on my right there was a huge window concealed by dark brown curtains. I'm guessing it's night. On the wall opposite me was an open door and on the other side was stairs most  likely leading to the boys' bedroom. 

Niall skipped, yes skipped, back into the room holding a slice of toast. 

"What's the time?" I asked them both, hoping they new. Harry pulled out his phone and checked. 

"Half five." He told me. 

"In the morning?" I asked and he nodded, chuckling quietly. I raised my eyebrows and looked away. 

"Niall! Do you have to eat so loudly!" Harry hissed at Niall and he looked at Harry innocently and stopped chewing. 

"Sorry." He mumbled with his mouth full of mushy toast. I giggled quietly. Niall then went back to chewing noisily and Harry just shot evils at him with his green eyes.

Harry stood up and walked over to a switch and turned on the main light then switched off the small lamp that allowed me to see them clearly. I squinted and blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the brighter light. 


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