Aria's P.O.V

I opened my eyes, the blurriness slowly leaving. I sat up. I was in a room, alone. I looked on the mirror. My hair was a mess. My mascara was all clumpy. Darn it. I didn't even remember what had happened. I ran and tried the door. Locked. Of Course. Nothing could ever be so simple, could it? I looked around the room, and realised something. "Damn, This isn't our hotel room!" I screamed. Shit. I'd been kidnapped. I banged my arm on the door. "Open up, or I'll call 911. Or 999, whatever you call it in England!" I called, and someone opened the door.

It was the curly haired boy. "Good to see one of you is done with beauty sleep." He said, and I frowned. "Who are you? Where are Alison, Emily, Hanna, and Spencer?"
"They're still asleep in their rooms. Well, for the time being."
"Look, Mister, this sure Is a fun game, but why the hell am I here?"

The boy grabbed my arm tightly, hurting my wrist, and I'm pretty sure he left a mark.
"I think you can answer that question yourself. You and your little friends sabotaged the night."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're here, okay, so don't ask so many damned questions. I'm Harry, we've already met."

I thought for a moment, then remembered a flicker of the previous night. "You were with Ali." I whispered. He smiled. "Correct. Let's meet the others, shall we?"

He led me into a rather exotically furnished room, with big light fittings and lush couches. I looked across to see four other boys, talking, at a table. Harry pointed to a boy with brown hair, swept across his face. He was wearing a striped top, and looked kind of comical. "That's Louis. "

He nodded at another boy, with olive skin and dark eyes. "Zayn."
Another, with brown hair, and a sensible face, "Liam.
"And Niall." The last boy had blonde hair, and the bluest of blue eyes. He looked up at me.

"And this is.." Harry started, prompting me. "Aria." I said, raising an eyebrow. "Where's my purse?" I squealed, turning to Harry. My purse had my phone, my money, my make-up and everything in it. "You have to give me my purse."

Harry lifted my purse from the couch and threw it at me. I caught it, and looked inside. "Where's my phone?" I asked, searching.
"I wasn't born yesterday." Harry laughed, rolling his eyes, "You might call someone."
"Really, this is getting on my nerves. " I snapped, "What's going on?" I threw my arms in the air, and Niall noticed my wrist.
"Harry, you shouldn't have got so angry with her." He said, his eyes growing dark, "Aria, we can't explain. We'll wait until your friends wake up, okay? I'm sorry we can't explain, love." Niall said, softly.
"Urrrrgh!" I squealed, "I'm going home."
"I'm afraid we can't let you do that." Harry said, and grabbed my arm.

He placed a rag over my face, and as I inhaled the cloroform, I felt myself fall asleep, a deep sleep.

Notes

Okay, so we've been introduced to the 'kidnapping' incident, keep reading to find out what happens next.
~Caoimhe.xo