Taken (h.s.) **EDITING**

Taken: Ch. 8

First Draft. Will be changed. Once so,  the following chapters will not make sense nor correspond with this chapter. You will be alerted when each chapter is redone.

A/N: Dedicated in spirit (for now) to @Fred_Weasley_Lover

From, the Laptopless Girl :)

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Previously in Taken:

He clamps his free hand onto my mouth to silence me. Almost instantly a burning pain sears through my body, my agonizing screams muffled by his large, strong hand.

"You rejected me, no one rejects me.... So you asked for it. Blame yourself."

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MAYA'S POV

To my relief, the door bursts open and four vampires explode in to save me, pausing at the sight of me in Harry's grasp. The pain stops, and his grip loosens slightly. I slide painfully to the floor, the room swaying.

Three of the four rush to get a snarling Harry off me, while Niall comes over and lifts me up around my waist and knees, holding me sideways. I cower into his chest.

"No, don't take her!" Harry begs, straining against the uber-strong vamps.

"I think it's for the best, mate," Niall says, stroking my hair. "Shh, sweetheart. We won't let him hurt you," he whispers soothingly. I nod and he wipes away a few tears of mine.

"She's mine, stoppit!" Harry growls, hitting Liam in the gut. Liam calmly touches where Harry hit him and otherwise seems fine, if a bit annoyed. What?

'His healing powers, duh,' I realize. Ugh, I would facepalm right now but that would be really awkward.

"I'm not yours," I say confidently, happy my voice doesn't betray me, although my eyes do, releasing more glistening drops.

"It's all okay, Maya." Niall smirks to himself, hearing my thoughts. "You can stay in my room tonight."

"WHAT!? You're not fucking taking her to sleep in YOUR BED with YOU!!" Harry starts to storm towards us but is pulled back by Zayn (who looks utterly bored to say the least), Liam, and Louis (who looks like he's ready to strangle somebody, a.k.a. me).

"Well mate, I hate to say it, but there's not really anything he can do to her that's worse than... that," Louis points out, signalling towards the dent in the wall, then it looks like he realizes the damage is actually there. "And you're paying for the wall." He tries to lighten the mood with his sass.

"Shut up!" Harry throws a few punches that don't land.

"Shh, ignore him." Niall coos at me like I'm a baby, rubbing my back and beginning to carry me out of the bedroom of apartment two in their house.

"No, please... I can't.... Stop! Please, Maya, I won't do it again! I promise. I won't even kiss you without your permission, I'll love you right, I'll, I'll-" Harry breaks down in sobs, looking at me in Niall's arms. My only answer is to look away from him and rest my head back into Niall's shoulder.

"You know he means it, and that he loves you?" Niall states as he whisks away at vampire speed to his bedroom on the second floor, which has a mixture of yellow and dark blue walls, a bed with matching linen, a white upright deep freeze and a fridge, not to mention his own stove and microwave.

"I- I know. But he doesn't deserve to just get my love because he claims to love me. I gave him more than one chance at him having what he wanted, and he blew it. He needs to earn my trust, friendship, everything, like anyone else. Because I really, immensely, completely absolutely DO NOT owe him anything, especially my love. Especially after that," I gush, mostly trying to convince myself. "Uhhm, sorry for my blabber."

He just chuckles and says, "You're smart."

"Not smart enough to avoid all this mess, sadly." He rolls his eyes.

"I doubt you could've avoided ANY of this," he sighs gesturing around.

I laugh, leaning into him as he wraps his arms around me. "Yeah, I doubt it." I think of the sky and flowers sadly, realizing I haven't seen nice grass and trees for months-- I work in Calgary and the ground can get too slimy to provide good anything for plants.

"Tomorrow you can go outside in the yard," he says out of the blue, like he's a mind reader.

'Oh wait he is,' I practically scream at myself, making him laugh.

"Reeeeaaally?" I say, stretching out the "e", referring to his statement.?

"Yep," he pops the "p" when he says it. "As long as you get some reasonable sleep. It's like four in the morning or something."

"Fine," I groan, laying down. He shakes his head, probably at my immaturity, and lays beside me, flipping the covers over us. In the blink of an eye he flicks off the lamp on the bedside table, plunging the room into complete darkness, although the partially yellow walls seem to glow.

I fall asleep to the sweet sound of his angelic voice singing to me, but I don't recognize the words. Weird, because the lyrics sound like the song would be a hit.

"Get out, get out, get outta my head,

And fall into my arms instead,

I don't, I don't don't know what it is,

But I need that one thing

And you've got that one thing...."

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NINA YOU SHALL LOVE THE NIALL FEELS MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

okay lunatic section is over. back to you, (mostly) sane person:

Tonight reporting live, breaking news! The author of Taken wants to thank everyone for 2k readsssssss and wants to say that she knows its really short but hey! Naya or Miall which works better?

{when I wrote this I had 2k but currently I think it's at 33.5 or .6k so I would like to thank you for that}

EEEEEEEE FANGIRLING EEEEEEEEE

okay no story time today :(

wait

echerm**

I slept in the tent in my backyard last night!!

completely alone again -.-

and the girls i was supposed to be "babysitting" stood me up

again

how sad it that

its really really sad

ok bye see u when i'm done wallowing in misery

MEOWWW

^wat