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"So, you never answered my question. Why am I staying here for three whole months when I could be doing something better with my time?" I ask, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. My eyes narrow down at each boy, who exchange glances with each other, none of them willing to speak up.

"Because we love you!" Niall bursts out, a goofy smile playing on his lips. He leans towards me, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. I groan.

"I'm not kidding," I say, pushing Niall away from me. He studies my face, then grabs a large strand of my hair, sniffing it. I yank my hair back, sending him a dirty look.

"Your hair smells like raspberries," he exclaims hungrily, staring at my tangled blonde hair as if it were raspberries. All of us look at him like he had mental problems. It could've been true, I mean, it is possible he does have a problem. I frown.

"That's um, nice?" I say, looking away from the odd boy. I stare at all of the other boys, waiting for one of them to answer my question since they couldn't due to Niall's outburst with my hair.

"You have to stay here for three months because you know who we are, where we live and all that crap, and could easily report us to the police." Liam scoots away as he talks, as if I were to tackle him or hurt him for saying what he said. Don't worry, Liam. I would definitely not tackle or hurt you. I'd hurt the curls; nobody can resist the curls.

"What if I don't want to stay here for three months? I am allowed to state what I want, you are not my legal guardians, and you are not related to me in any way," I reply carefully. "Plus, it'll be boring here. You'll only be going to interviews, concerts and lame things like eating."

Although all of them eat, I've learned from my One Direction-crazed friend that Niall seemed to eat a lot. Therefore, the last part was directed more towards Niall than the other boys.

"Well then, won't you just have to suck it up?" Harry smiles, a dimple curving in on the left side of his mouth. I raise my eyebrows at him, crossing my arms over my chest again. His smile drops. That's when I decided to lunge at him. I fall onto his lap, lightly hitting him in the face, as well as pulling on his curls again.

"You're a curly haired monster," I growl, going to tug hard on one of his curls. Then, a pair of arms struggled to pull me away from
him, and somehow succeeded. I landed on the floor with a thud, Zayn and Liam by my sides to hold me back from attacking Harry.

"Let me hurt him!" I yell, pulling my arms out of their grip. But immediately they got ahold of me before I could even move. Zayn laughs - his laugh was awfully cute - "I don't think so."

"Stop laughing, Zayn." I hiss, breaking free of their grip. I glared at Harry, who hid behind Louis for safety. I flip him off, then seat myself down next to Niall.

Liam takes a deep breath, "how about we get to know our lovely guest?"

"Guest?" I snap, clenching my jaw. "I am for a fact, not your guest. A guest is someone who was nicely invited to stay for a while, not somebody who was kidnapped and is stuck here for a month. I am more of your prisoner, not your guest."

"Hey!" Niall cries out, slashing his arms in a scissor like motion. Everyone looks at him, putting their attention upon him. I frowned, "what?"

"Could you please stop yelling and just be our friend - or at least pretend to? If you can, we promise to give you all the free food you want, and you won't have to stay here longer than three months."

I keep quiet, not wanting to stay more than three months. Plus, I wouldn't mind getting a bundle of free food, it'd be pretty sweet actually.

"Thank you," Niall smiles, settling back in on the couch, "Liam, go ahead. Talk."

"Alright. Well, we want to get to know you. So, we'll simply as you a question, and you can reply. It doesn't matter how long the answer is, just please answer," Liam says, nodding towards me. I sigh, leaning back on the comfortable couch.

"I'll go first," Louis perks up, a smile forming on his lips. His eyes focus of me, and his grin grows wider. "Do you like carrots?"

"To be honest, I absolutely love carrots," I reply honestly, hoping they won't ask any personal questions. I watch as Louis falls to the side on Zayn's lap, his eyes strewn shut and his tongue slightly falling from his mouth as if he had died. I smile a little.

"You killed Louis," Harry says bluntly, looking at me with wide eyes. I roll my eyes, my smile falling from my lips as I silently wait for the next question to be thrown at me.

"What's your name?" he asked gently, sending a smile to me. I froze, debating whether or not I should tell them my name. I suppose it wouldn't hurt offering my first name to them, but not my surname. That's too much personal information or their behalf. Plus, who tells their kidnapper their surname? I let a tight smile tug on my lips, "My name is Morgan."

I glance over at Niall, and notice the turkey, lettuce, cheese and tomato sandwich that was squished between his awfully large hands. I give him a confused look, "Where'd you get that? You never even left the room."

"I got it from the fridge," he tells me, then somehow stuffs the remainders of his sandwich into his mouth. I pull my chin back, wondering how he could fit that entire thing in this mouth. I shake my head, and silently wait for another question. Harry was the next to speak up, but he completely bombarded me with questions. "What's your favourite colour and food? And, who do you think is the most attractive in One Direction," he pauses, pointing at himself with a small wink before continuing, "do you like kittens? Oh, and I'm giving you the full opportunity to sleep in my room with me due to the fact there are no extra rooms available in our home. So, what do ya' say?"

"Um, I like an icy blue colour, or a baby blue. I absolutely love Oreos and carrots, they're basically what I live on. I don't find any of you quite attractive, (which was a total lie, by the way) I suppose you're all average. Of course I love kittens, they're so adorable and cute and just a small ball of fur. Oh, and why in the world why would I want to sleep in your room, with you? You're my kidnapper. That's disgusting," I spit out, feeling my stomach do backflips as I remember these boys kidnapped me. Although they're a famous boyband, they're just teenagers. Plus, there's five of them. If they teamed up on me, they're capable of doing whatever they want.

I take a deep breath, remembering what Harry informed me before. "Also, what do you mean there are no extra rooms available? I'm not comfortable with sleeping on a couch, let alone sleeping with one of you boys."

"Um, it's just this is a rental house. Given to us specifically for, well, us. They didn't think we'd kidnap someone, so they gave us five bedrooms. You'll have to sleep in the same room as one of us," Liam tells me steadily, scooting closer to Zayn. He always thinks I'll attack him, since he seems to give me the bad news. But, like I said, I'd much rather attack Harry.

I sigh, and look over to Niall who had another sandwich. I lean forwards, resting my chin just on the middle of his thigh. "Do you have another sandwich? I'd be eating at this moment if I were home, but due to certain circumstances, I'm not home, and I'm honestly hungry."

Niall, shakes his head, "There's no more cheese left. But you can have this half."

He shoves the rest of his sandwich in my face, and not wanting his revolting spit on my lips or in my mouth, I scream, then roll off the couch. I land on the floor with a loud thud, causing all the boys for some reason to burst out laughing. I felt lots of pain, but I couldn't help but break out a small smile.

-

It was approximately one in the morning, and I was still awake. I felt drowsy, but I couldn't fall asleep. Niall laid next to me; I got stuck with him as my "roommate" for the night. I'm unsure if I'll stay with him until I escape, but that's left for tomorrow.

I turn myself around, now facing the sleeping blonde boy next to me. His eyes were closed shut - obviously - and soft snores escaped his lips. He looked cute.

But he's my kidnapper.

But, he looks so adorable.

I felt my eyes drooping, and the last thing I could remember is a large arm being thrown around my waist, pulling me closer to Niall so our bodies were basically pressed against each other. Not feeling obligated to free myself from the grip, I slowly fell asleep.

-

"Boys and girls, get your lazy asses up so we can start this interview!" Louis - I think - yells, disturbing me from my peaceful sleep. I groan, tossing myself to the side so my back was against Niall. Niall groans as well, and tugs me close to him. A little too close for comfort. I struggle to get out of his grip, and fail miserably. I sigh, opening my eyes, only to catch sight of Louis dancing around the room, occasionally attempting a cartwheel now and then.

That's nice.

"Superman!" Louis cries, lurching himself on top of Niall and I's legs. I let out a small moan as pain struck me, not able to consume his weight. Niall mumbles behind me, gripping onto my waist tighter, and nuzzling his face into the burrow of my neck. I felt awfully uncomfortable, so I turn to Louis who was already looking at me.

"Help me, please!" I whisper, giving the puppy dog eyes to Louis. He rolls his eyes, but a small smirk forms on his lips.
He cooed, "isn't baby Nialler so cute?"

Niall snored.

"Hey, Niall, wake up. There's some food in the kitchen waiting for you," Harry yells from a distance. I frown, waiting for Niall to wake up. I felt him shuffling around behind me, his grip on me loosening. He lets go of me, sitting up from his position. Then, he sprang to his feet, and leaps off the couch, causing me to fall myself, for the second time.

"Food?" he yells, jogging off to the kitchen, "I'm starving. Niall wants food!"

I sigh, pulling myself off of the floor. I slowly drag myself to the kitchen, although I was for sure not eating any food that they were going to cook. I mean, for all I know, they might've poisoned it. As I enter the kitchen, I immediately gasp, "Harry, oh my God, put some damn clothes on! I do not want to ruin my eyesight with a nearly naked kidnapper."

"Don't pretend you don't like what you see," Harry smirks, swivelling his hips in a circular motion. I look away, quietly thanking myself he wasn't entirely naked, and at leasts had boxers on. I take a deep breath, and sit down. Around me, the boys yelled, laughed and just did whatever it took to make as much noise as possible. It irritated me.

"SHUT UP!" I scream, causing everyone to stop. Niall even stopped eating. Harry turned to look at me, pausing his cooking. Zayn and Liam just stood there, staring at me. Louis stared at my hair. It was probably a total mess, but that was the least of my problems.

"MONSTER! MONSTER!"

Louis hides his eyes after his sudden outburst. I look down, feeling heat radiate my cheeks. That was awfully embarrassing. And rude. It was terribly rude.

"Do any of you have a hairbrush?" I asked calmly, raising my chin up as I insecurely bring my hands to my hair. I run my fingers through it, feeling tight knots in certain spots. I didn't have curly hair, I had naturally straight hair. But, it was thick, and it knotted easily.

"I have a couple," Niall spoke up, resting his fork down on his plate. I look at him with a gentle, forced smile, "By any chance, may I use it?"

"Anything for the lady."

Niall got up, and starting walking away. I began to follow him, but made sure to turn back and flip Louis my middle finger, with a deadly glare added in. I look back to Niall's back, and followed him up the staircase. He paused outside a door at the very top, then went in. I stayed planted outside the doorframe, until he ushered me inside. I enter, and look down at the white hairbrush he had in his hand. He pushed it towards me, "there you go."

He started to leave the room, but I reached out and grabbed his hand, causing him to freeze. "Um, Niall?"

He stared at me with wide eyes, and I loosely let go of his hand. He takes a sharp breath, "Y-Yes?"

"I um, I need new clothes. These ones are dirty," I whisper, my eyes falling on my black jeans and my Twenty One Pilots tank. Niall scans my outfit, then smiles gently at me, "Right. I'll find some."

Minutes later, he walks back in with a pair of shorts, along with a shirt in his hands. He rested them in a neat pile on top of the counter. I smile warmly at him, "thank you."

He awkwardly nodded, then shuffled out of the room. I sigh, closing the door shut behind him. I look at myself in the mirror, and I finally see how awful I looked. My blonde hair was sticking up, tangly in almost every spot. My mascara had rubbed off beside my eyes, and my eyeliner smeared slightly. I sigh, and began to wash it all off. Afterwards, I roughly brush through my hair until it was straight. After scavenging throughout his bathroom, I find a hair tie that was probably left from some sluts hair that Niall had sex with. I pull my hair up into a ponytail.

I quickly change into the set of clothes Niall gave me. Dark grey boxer briefs, along with a light grey shirt that fell down just below the end of the briefs. I looked like I was wearing no pants. I sigh, and open the door to leave the bathroom. A minute later, I find myself down in the living room, only to see all the boys in a huddle by the front door, ready to head outside.

"Where are you going?" I asked cautiously, wondering why they were leaving me. It makes it easier for me to escape, if they leave me alone.

"An interview, but we found some girls to come stay with you," Louis mutters, slipping his foot into his converse. I grew confused, there was nobody else here. I was just about to question what he said, when two girls jumped up from behind the couch, causing me to scream and to fall onto my butt. I nearly had a heart attack. I struggle to breathe for a couple seconds, but somehow found my breath in a matter of the next few seconds.

Where did they come from?

"I'll see you later babe," Liam smiles, kissing one of the girl's passionately on the lips. Louis smiles, and kisses the other girl on her cheek. I widen my eyes, growing confused about the entire scene.

"Who the heck are you?"

"I'm Danielle. This is Eleanor." They both send me gentle smiles. When I look at the boys, they just shrug, and begin to exit the doorway. I look back at the girls, "What're you doing here?"

"We're going to take you shopping!"

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Oh god, I wrote this quickly. I can't believe I am updating again. Sorry that its short. The next chapter I will work on allll night! Sorry for updating again if there are even any readers out there. I hope you like it, enjoy! bye bye!

UPDATE: this previously had approximately 1,500 words like the chapter before this one.