One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)

Dannon's POV:

Fifteen shopping bags and an extra suitcase, eight store, five mini mobs, three restroom breaks, and an huge lunch later, Eleanor and I was back at the hotel. After tugging our bags through the restless crowd, we were on the lift catching our breath. Well I was. I still need to get in shape.

"Do you ever get use to that?" I asked.

"No," Eleanor chuckled, "I don't think I ever will." The lift dinged open, and we walked to Zayn's room. Right after Eleanor knocked on the door Zayn opened it. "Lovely afternoon fine sir," she said, and pushed her way passed him into the room with me following behind her.

"El you do realise that we already bought her some clothes?" Zayn asked.

"I figured as much. I mean look at what she's wearing," she answered back shaking her head at my outfit. We started packing my new clothes. First putting some in the suitcase I already had, and the rest in the new one.

"The bus will be here in ten minutes," Zayn informed us, and left out of the room with his suitcases.

Eleanor helped me take my suitcases down to the lobby where everyone else was. We all went outside, through the crowd with the help of bodyguards, thankfully, and to the bus. And may I tell you it was pretty huge. The first deck had the driving section, sitting room, kitchen, and a bathroom, and the second deck had the bunks. Of course it was all sized down to fit on the bus, but it was still big enough for elbow room.

I was currently in the bathroom, because I really had to go. Once I was done with my business, I went to the kitchen for a snack before I looked for a bunk of my own. I stopped in my tracks at the sight in front of me. Eleanor and Louis basically snogging each others face off. That same ping of jealousy I was feeling earlier I was feeling now, but much stronger.

I want to ask you a serious question. Have you ever had your heart ripped out, and stomped on yet you were still alive, because that's must be how I'm feeling right now. Unbelievable pain, but I am still breathing. Still going unnoticed I ran up the stairs, laid in a empty bunk, and closed the curtain. I had my face buried in a pillow as I cried out my eyes out. Millions of things running through my mind.

Why do I have to love him so much? Why does he have to hurt me so bad? Am I that ugly that he feels it is alright to play with my heart? Wouldn't the world just better without me here? I mean come on what is the point of living. I AM A FUCKING SEX SLAVE! If that's something to live for than what shouldn't we live for.

I thought I could have some happiness with having a friend, but I had to fall for him. He had to be six years older that me. He had to play with my emotions. He just had to have a girlfriend that he openly snogs with where I could see.

My tears started to subside as I thought of my way to escape. Not just from them, but from the world. I lifted my head facing the wall, and pulled my sleeves up tracing my scars. I didn't want another one so that wasn't an option. I definitely didn't want overdose on some pills so sleeping pills were out. Even though I love the song. Maybe I cou-

"Dannon," I heard Louis call out. I knew his voice anywhere. It's the one I dream of waking up to everyday. "I know you're up here." I didn't want to see his face. The pain it would bring would be basically indescribable. I could hear his footsteps getting closer towards me until he was right beside my bunk. "You don't have to say anything, but I would like it if you listen.

"I am sorry for any pain that I have brought upon to you. I was basically lying to you, but what I want you to know is that I really do like you. That is the truth, and I know we can't act our feelings. I just wanted let know that every gesture I made towards you was real."

After that I started to block him out. I mean just listen to him talk all that stuff. He really think I will believe him after this. For all I know he could still be just getting inside my mind for his own advantage. Isn't that what people like him do?

The silence that was now took me from my thoughts. For a second I thought he had given up and left, but that was short lived when he said, "I just wanted you to know that. It would be nice if you said something too..."

"I thought you said I didn't have to say anything," I mumbled not caring if he heard me or not.

"Danny."

"Just go," I said not really wanting to hear his voice anymore. Okay, we all know that's a lie, but I did really want him to go away. I heard the curtain open making light illuminate through the small, dark area I was in.

"Please just look at me," he pleaded. Both the left and right side of my brain started an argument on rather I should listen t him. Luckily for him, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and turned around. I wish I didn't though. I could see the still very red love bite on his collarbone.

"You could have at least tried to cover it." It wasn't until I touched the mark did he know what I was talking. I dropped my hand from him letting it dangle off the side of the bunk. "Am I the first?"

"There was one other. She lasted a month before we killed her."

"Why did you kill her?"

"She kept trying to run away, and the last time she was successful at getting someone to help her call the police. We had to kill him too. We were originally going to just punish her again, but our manager said it was too much of a reliability."

"What was her name?"

"Sarah. Her hair was raven black with the darkest, saddest eyes I've ever seen. It was like God made her to match her mood. Which was always sad. Even before we got her she would always walk without a purpose or hope. I wouldn't be surprised if she was depressed."

That struck a nerve. No that struck multiple nerves. I mean she sounds depressed by the Louis is describing her. What are the odds that they kidnapped two depressed girls? This question lead me to my next, "Who picks us out?"

"Our manager, Simon. Something about you two being easy targets or whatever."

"Easy target?" Even though I knew what Simon meant by that, I was just wondering if Louis did.

He just shrugged his shoulders, and looked down at the ground. Even after his little speech I still believe I am nothing, but an 'easy' target, and to the others a 'nice' shag.

Motivating isn't it....

Notes

Okay, okay I know that chapter sucked, but it will be important later on. I would've have updated earlier, but I had to go with my mum to the A&E, because she thought she was having an heart attack, or something of that nature. So basically I stayed at the hospital with her for a little of eleven hours.... yea.

~Jayxx