Trapped (One Direction)

Ivy Jones Is a typical teenage girl who despises the 5 boys her generation swoon over. Enjoying a typical day, she collides with a curly-mopped stranger. She looks up preparing to smart-ass the culprit to her fall, when her eyes fall upon emerald. Hypnotized by the depth they behold, her words escape her mind. Then a girl screams "Harry Styles", and she's filled with sudden hatred. Will this turn to be a simple hater-turned-lover story, or possess a twist no one could have predicted?


2. The Obvious Truth


Ivy's POV

   All of the boys were looking me up and down. How awkward is that. Well let me tell you, all you can think is if there's something on your face or if you look ugly. I mean come on, what the hell am I doing here? I should just leave. I don't need to be here. "If you don't mind, ill be leaving now." I told them. "No!" They all practically shouted at me. I looked at them like they were crazy.

   "You can't just keep me here! I have a life. I have work!" I yelled at them. I looked at all of them. They can't be serious about me not leaving. "Look you can't leave. Those girls outside will eat you alive because you were with us." The Harry kid told me. I looked up at him and just sat down. Looks like I don't get a choice. I want to go home, to my bed and just lay there. "Look we all know you don't want to be here, but I really don't think its safe for you to be leaving without someone." I think it was Liam that told me this. "Fine, then i’ll get one of my friends to meet me at the back door. I'm not stupid. I know how to get out of hotels like this."

    “You’ll just leave?” Harry said. I just looked at him. God, why did this have to happen to me. Out of the millions of fangirls, why? “Well, yeah, it’s not like I’ve dreamt of meeting you idiots, in fact, this is like the worst day of my life.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” the one who I think is Zayn asked. “ What it means, Zayn? Zayn, is that I don’t like you guys. You’re not my style. I prefer punk and rock over cookie cutter pop, sorry.” “Have you even listened to us?” Liam asked. “No, again you guys aren’t my style. I think you’re trying to copy N’Sync. You’ll be a thing of the past in a couple years anyway, so why should i get attached?” “You like N’Sync?!?!” they all screamed at me. “Well, yeah, 90’s boy bands are one of the best things ever. Who doesn’t like them.” “So let me get this straight,” Blondie said, “You like boy bands from a couple decades ago, but you can’t stand newer ones? How does that make any sense?” “I’m 20. I grew up with N’Sync and the Backstreet Boys. That was before I developed my own taste in music, instead of going with what was popular.”

   After we had this little discussion, they all just looked at me. Since they weren’t talking, I took out my phone to call Stephanie (my friend), when my phone was snatched out of my hand. “Hey! Give it back before i backhand you, Peasant!” I yelled after who I suppose is Louis. I chase him around the hotel room, until he finally trips over a desk, and I piledrive him. We wrestled around until I had  him pinned on the floor. his hands were above his head, while I straddled his waist. “Give it back, or i won’t let you up,” “Okay I’ll give it-HARRY CATCH!” He threw it towards curly, who took off down the hallway. I jumped off Lou and ran towards the door, only to be stopped by Zayn’s hand going around my waist, as Liam and Blondie barricaded the door.


Zayn’s POV

   “What is wrong with you people?!” she yelled when Ni and Li stood in front of the closed door. I chose to reply. “You’re stuck with us until further notice. When we deem it safe for your health to go back to your everyday life, we’ll let you leave. Till that happens though, you have to stay on tour with us. Right, Li?” “Correct. We would feel responsible if we let you go, and you were hurt by our fans.” “I can hold my own against a bunch of tween girls. I was in boxing for 10 years!” she tried to reason. Wow, I thought, she really wants to leave. “We could hold our own, if they weren’t insane. Our bodyguard has to have bodyguards, Love. It’s not safe for you.” “What do you mean it’s not safe for-wait. You’re bodyguard has bodyguards?” Louis chose then to come over and join the conversation. As soon as Louis started talking, I zoned out and focused on studying the beauty in my arms instead. I was pulled back to Earth by her melodic tone calling my name.

Ivy’s POV

The one I wrestled came over when I asked about their bodyguard. “Our bodyguard, Paul, has been with us for a while. Because our fans are obsessed with us and everything associated with us, Paul has to have bodyguards, so he’s not seriously hurt. Thousands of tween and teen girls can easily overpower one big man. It’s happened before.” I chose that moment to nod and look up at my capture to ask him if he could let go of me. I was surprised when I found him already staring at me. I was staring at his eyes, when his hold started to tighten. “Zayn” I called softly. I had to call him twice before he snapped out of his trance. When I knew he was listening to me, I spoke. “Can you let go of me so I can go sit down?” “Huh...Oh, yeah, sure. So, you’ve accepted you’re temporary fate then?” “Yeah, I mean it could be worse. I could be stuck with Big Time Rush.” I shudder at the thought of having to deal with the nickelodeon stars. They positively repulse me. Before Zayn can speak again, Harry bursts in door. We all look at him. It takes him a few minutes to catch his breath. When he does, he tells us something that made everyone stop in their tracks. “Simon needs to see us.”


Authors note

Hey guys! So here’s the second chapter. A cliffhanger, I know, don’t hate us though. So we won’t be updating everyday, we have other responsibilities too you know. Comment your thoughts. If you’ve got any ideas, tell us. We’re open to everything! If we use your ideas, we’ll make a shoutout at the end of the chapter we use them in. Thanks for reading!

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