Help Me, Please? *One Direction Fanfic*

Help Me, Please?

I am only fifteen, so how could this happen to me? I am as nerdy as you can be, straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

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WARNING!!! THIS IS A MATURE STORY. If I offend anyone, I am so sorry, just letting you guys know that there will be some adult themes and language going on.

*This is a One Direction story, though they don't come in for a couple of chapters.*

**when I first started I wasnt as good of a writer, however, I feel like I improved a lot in the later chapters so please keep reading! **

***THIS ISN'T EDITED. I DON'T GO OVER MY STORIES ONCE I WRITE THEM. WHEN THIS BOOK IS FINISHED I WILL EDIT IT BUT IN THE MEAN TIME, IT'S NOT. PLEASE GIVE IT A CHANCE. IT GETS BETTER AT LIKE CHAPTER 30***

🔴🔴Ok, ok, ok, ok, so this is my first story. Please don't hate on it. I'm sorry. I wrote this because I was depressed. I don't plan on being a writer at all. I wrote this to give me something to do and make my life interesting. I am sorry it sucks🔴🔴

👉👉👉DONT JUDGE. I HAVE A MESSED UP MIND. I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS STORY. PLEASE, I AM SO SORRY. PLEASE DONT HATE ME, PLEASE.

IF YOU COME HERE TO MAKE FUN OF ME, THE STORY, OR JUST TO HATE OR LEAVE BAD COMMENTS, THEN GO AWAY. I WOULD RATHER YOU NOT READ IT IF YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME I SUCK. I HAVE BEEN HATING MYSELF FOR EVEN WRITING THIS STORY SO PLEASE DON'T RUIN MY DAY AND HATE ON ME. 👈👈👈

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One word to describe me? Hmm. It would probably be a tie between nerd and loser.

Yup.

Two words to describe me? A nerdy loser.

I have never been kissed let alone have a boyfriend.

I have never been to a high school party.

I have never been near or had drugs.

Instead of going out to the mall or partying it up like it's 3012, I go home and do my homework.

I am living the boring life.

Enough of my sob story. At least I get a 4.0. I mean I have my life to have fn and party...right?

Though sometimes I feel down because I am school-smart not street-smart.

However, looking back, I wished I had realized how lucky I was before I had lost it all.

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The wind whipped my curly-frizzy hair into my face as I fumbled through my backpack for my house key.

I hate the winter time: it is so depressing and cold. It gets so dark so early and...I just don't like it.

"Dang it" I hissed as the key wouldn't turn in the lock.

It. Is. Freezing.

Finally it worked.

"M-O-M, I'm HOME!" I screeched as trudged through the door.

The warm air hit my face as I stepped inside.

I sighed.

Nothing. I hate silence.