Taken by One Direction

Chapter 16: Comfort

I heard the boys come in around 3am and get into their own beds. I remained silent, shaking and crying in the corner of the bed. I didn't want to wake the monster lying next to me.

I remained awake for the entirety of the night, not once shutting my eyes but to blink. I couldn't bring myself to sleep. I wasn't sure whether I was more afraid of not being able to protect myself in the state of unconsciousness or if I was more afraid of the haunting dreams that awaited me. Soon enough, I watched the day rise.

I looked around me. Harry was lying on his stomach (naked, but the blankets were strewn over his bottom half), his face pressed into his pillow, with his arms and legs outstretched. I saw my clothes knotted together in the corner of the bed.

I reached over for them and slipped on the shirt over my naked breasts. When I pulled the shorts up, I realized just how much damage Harry had actually done. I was sore as fuck. I could barely move my thighs.

I stayed the rest of the morning, curled in a ball, waiting for Harry to wake up and try to rape me again.

It was until around noon that the boys rolled out of bed. I remained silent as, one by one, the headed for the front of the bus where the kitchenette is. I watched as Liam passed, then Niall, then Louis. Zayn was sound asleep and was, as always, the last to wake up.

Harry started to stir in the spot next to me on the narrow bed. I held my breath and pushed myself further in the corner of the bed; as far away from him as possible. He slowly brought his fist up to rub his eye and then fluttered them open. The only acknowledgment I got was a quick glance. His eyes were greenish blue; no longer the black lust. His lips were set in a smug and satisfied smirk.

He turned away from me and slipped out of the bed. I didn't take my eyes off him; I had to be alert at all times. I would not let him touch me like that again. He ignored my stare as he slipped on boxers and made his way to the kitchenette with everyone else. I could hear the buzz of their conversation clearly.

"Morning." Louis chirped. I heard Harry grunt out a response; he wasn't a morning person.

"Is Katie still asleep? She's usually awake around the time Liam and I get up." Niall asks.

"I don't know, mate." Harry shrugged.

"What did you two do last night?" Louis asked with an innocent curiosity. Oh, if only he knew.

"Not much. We were both pretty tired, so we went to bed early. How was the party?" Harry changed the subject, a slight desperation in his voice that only I could pick up and only I could know the meaning of.

"Bo-o-oring!" Niall sang. The other two boys offered mumbled agreements to Niall's statement. Another hour or so passed of me just sitting there until Zayn woke up. He passed Harry's bunk without a glance at me and made his way to the other boys.

"Is Katie not up yet?" I heard Liam asked who I assumed to be Zayn.

"I dunno. I can go check." Zayn slurred in response, still having that just woken up huskiness in his voice.

"I'll come with you." Liam offered. I heard footsteps and then watched as Zayn and Liam came over to me. I shrunk back.

"Hello, love. Did you just wake up?" Liam asked as he crouched down to the level of Harry's bed so that he could see me. I didn't answer. I couldn't. I just stayed in the corner of the bed, wide-eyed and shaking, with my knees brought up to my chest and tucked under my chin.

"Won't you come have breakfast with us?" Zayn asked in a kind voice, which shocked me, as he crouched down next to Liam. I looked back and forth between the two of them, but didn't respond.