Taken by One Direction

Chapter 19: My Side

I felt my legs push my body off the ground as I tackled Harry to the floor. While the other boys were frozen in shock, I threw my fists at Harry's face. I took every opportunity I had to hit him with my full strength. Still, I wasn't hitting hard enough; I was weak from my lack of exercise and food.

It felt good, hurting him as I screamed insults. It was easy to get a hit in; Harry didn't fight back, he only tried to block the blows, but his attempts were poor. It was almost as if he knew he deserved my attack. Almost.

I kicked and clawed and punched and grabbed as much as I could while I had the chance. Harry weakly held his arms up in front of his face. All the while, I shouted.

"You SON OF A BITCH!"

"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"You're a disgusting human being!"

"YOU RAPED ME!" The last was not an insult. The last was a fact. I didn't know what else to say; I felt that statement summed it up pretty nicely.

A few seconds later, the boys snapped back into it. I was immediately ripped out of my straddling position. Strong and rough hands pulled me back, gripping my arms in a hurtful grasp. I still kicked and thrashed, screaming insults at Harry, though I knew my tries were in vain.

Louis rushed over and pulled Harry off of the floor, but then suddenly a look of realization struck and he let go, forcing Harry to steady himself. Louis crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me as sternly as possible, but there was a glimmer of something (admiration?) in his eyes. Niall was talking to Harry, neither of which (shockingly) did not seem pissed. Liam did though.

He turned to look at me with an angered expression. I stopped thrashing around in whoever was holding me, Zayn's, arms. His grip tightened on my upper arm as he roughly pulled me back to the bedroom and threw me onto the floor. I whimpered as I landed on the ground with a thud.

Ouch. My arm, where he had held me, was already starting to form deep bruises. I looked up into the eyes of a livid Zayn. I was suddenly extremely scared of the boy who I had almost befriended.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" He shouted at me. I shrunk away from his anger, but refused to show any other form of emotion, fear or anger. I remained cool, calm and collected.

"He pissed me off and after what he did to me, he had it coming." I shrugged as I got to my feet. As soon as I looked back up at Zayn, his open palm connected with my face. I reeled my head back from the momentum, my cheek stung. As soon as I turned back to face him in shock, and pain, Zayn hit me again. This time harder.

I was sent sprawling back to the floor where I had been not a moment earlier. I allowed a single whimper escape from my lips. I blinked back the tears as I clutched my face.

"What he did to you was horrible, and I'm sorry for that," Zayn spat at me, not sounding sorry at all.

"But you never, NEVER hit one of us! Don't forget the rules. Don't ever forget. You must respect us." His voice became even harsher, as if that were possible, as he crouched down to get in my face.

"You leave Harry to us. Do you understand me?" I didn't answer him. I knew if I opened my mouth, it would only be to cry out in pain. I would NOT show him pain.

"Answer me." He commanded in a shockingly calm voice. It scared me a little, how quickly he got calm, even though I could hear a warning clearly.

"S-sorry." I whispered gently. He just shook his head at me and stood back up. He paced in front of me for a brief second before letting out a sigh and storming out of the bedroom, leaving me on the floor. I allowed a few tears to drop, but then wiped them off quickly; just in case the boys came in.

It was a good thing I did this too, because just as my finger caught the last tear, Niall came in. My heart fluttered rapidly; I was alone with him. Luckily, he seemed pretty easy-going and happy, despite what had happened a few minutes ago.

"Hello love." He nodded at me as he sat down in the chair by the desk. I nodded a response and curled back away from him.

"Are you alright?" He asked me in general concern.

"I-I'm fine. Thanks." I say, trying to muster up courage as I slowly pushed myself off of the floor. He raises his eyebrows and says nothing. I decide to just sit on the bed silently as I await my fate. I was surely going to get a beating for my little outburst. I had hoped that Louis and Liam would try to protect me, since everyone had been so upset with Harry. I doubted that I would be acquitted, though, because Liam had seem pretty pissed off.

"Zayn and Liam are pissed off at you." Niall said after a few minutes. Wow, awkward much? Thanks for telling me that, dickhead. I just got my hopes crushed and destroyed. I didn't say anything at this, and just nodded.

"But Harry doesn't seem too angered. He just got an ice pack and sat down as the boys began to argue about how to deal with you." Niall continued. I knew that this was the sweet Niall. I could almost imagine myself liking this Niall, but I knew I had to walk on eggshells and not piss him off. I didn't need to take more than one beating today.

"Louis has been defending you. He doesn't want you to get in trouble. Harry's his best mate, you know, but he thinks that Harry deserved it. He's been sticking up for you since day one."

"Oh?" I asked intrigued at this. I really didn't want to hear more, but I couldn't help but question this. I mean, Louis was obviously the nicest, but did he really stand up for me? I was kind of touched.

"Mmmhmm." Was the only response Niall offered. I decided to press my boundaries slightly, which I know was stupid. I just couldn't help myself.

"Are you on babysitting duty?" I asked quietly and slowly; observing his reaction cautiously. The question didn't seem to change his go-with-the-flow-mood. He chuckled at my question.

"Er, I guess. Really, I just don't like being around when they discuss punishments and whatnot. I think it is cruel and disgusting to treat you like that." He said honestly. I wanted to go 'awww' but I quickly swallowed my empathetic urge. This was the guy who had physically attacked me twice, for God's sakes.

"Oh." I repeated, but not as a question this time. I was way too confused. I understood he had anger management problems, but why would he be so opposed to the boys' punishing me for attacking Harry when he nearly killed me twice (choking and knocking me out) for nothing as serious?

I wasn't complaining.

It was nice having someone else on my side.