Stolen -Harry Styles-

Jess's POV

Harry pushed my out of the house and into a car. There were 4 other guys along with Harry. All of them looked dangerous, yet somehow inviting. I kept finding myself asking myself what my dad did that was so wrong that he deserved his only daughter being taken away. He already lost his wife and know I'm being stolen. It wasn't fair. Even though my dad worked a lot and was often busy I know he still loved me, and for someone take away his last bit of family is so wrong and pathetic. I felt myself balling my fists up. I hated this guy I hated all of his friends and I just wanted wake up and have this all be a bad dream. I dicided they were going to kill me at some point I might as well, make them angry so maybe the would hurry up and do it.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked

..No answer...

"Where are we going?"

....No answer

"Hello?? Anyone home in those heads of yours?" I asked again and I noticed the huffed. I smirked knowing I was getting on their nerves

"Maybe you guys are just too dumb to answer. Like your brains can't process what I'm saying." I said I noticed the darker skinned one with a cinnamon bun hair style had his hands clenched together making a fist.

"Seriously? Are you guys not only deaf and dumb but mute too? Well, I know curly isn't deaf and mute 'cause it seemed about five mintues ago he couldn't shut his mouth." I said in a bitchy tone. I noticed when I called him curly he tensed up.

"So sense I don't know your names, I'll just make up nicknames for you all. Your Curly, and your Blondie, your Puppy Face, your cinnamon bun hair, and your sassypants." I said I loved how they all looked like they wanted to though me out the window and hopefully they would

"And you annoying." blondie said

"And you guys suck at whatever your trying to attempt to do." I said "so stupid." I said with a sigh

"Do you have a death wish?" Cinnamon bun hair growled at me

"Actually yes. I'm waiting for you guys to kill me, so if I annoy you then maybe you'll just hurry up and do it." I said

"That would've worked if you hadn't told us." Curly said with his sick smirk

"Whatever you say curly."

"My name isn't curly." He said through gritted teeth

"Well. what is it than?" I challenged

"Harry."

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. My kidnapper is named Harry? Seriously I thought his name would sound like something, dangerous, or maybe even mysterious but not something a grandfather would be named. I finally stopped laughing and I noticed all the guys eyes were on me.

"What's so funny?" Harry growled

"Oh, nothing." I said

"No. Tell me." Harry said.

He sounded very pissed which is good. So holding information from him makes him mad? Let the fun begin.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Don't fucking withhold shit from me."

"Language." I said simply

"Let me hear it."

"Nope."

"Tell me god dammit."

"Okay."

"Really?"

"No." I said and I noticed the other idiots were laughing at our conversation

"Not funny guys." I heard Harry grumble to the other unnamed guys.

"I'm hungry." The blond one said

"Shut up, Niall." I heard sassy say

"Niall." I confirmed to myself

"Shit. Now she knows two of our names." Cinnamon hair said

"You guys are horrible kidnappers." I stated

"Yeah, well, we usually don't kidnap." Niall said

"So what do you do?" I asked

"Don't tell her!" Sassy said

"Whatever."

"I'm still hungry." Niall said

"Fine. There is a Wendy's up here."


Good. Time to plan the great escape.