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

Taken: Ch. 12

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.

[Friday, 3:14 p.m.]

My forearms rest on my knees as I stare at my hands and sigh at the four immature boys next to me. They continue laughing annoyingly but, I do my best to ignore them.

I'm just worried about Maya... I feel the need to check up on her. I know she's just a long term blood baggie but, I just CANNOT take my mind off of her.

{Don't get to attached,} I argue to myself. {After all, she is just a walking blood baggie. Ignore the claim, ignore the claim.}

I'm going to check on her anyways. Sighing once more, I head towards the stairs.

"Haz, what're you doing?" Louis caught me. Pausing, I stay facing the stairs. I know that Niall, Liam, and Zayn have noticed now, too; I feel their gaze as they await my response.

"I'm just going to check on her," I mutter softly.

"No, Haz," Zayn replies.

"I'm going to check on her," I repeat louder, more firmly.

"Harry, no." Niall's innocent Irish accent doesn't faze me, however it does make a nice change from our British ones. The realization that I'm defeated doesn't feel nice at all.

"Fine." The word forms in a snarl, as they usually do when I'm frustrated. My back stays turned from the others, my hands balling up into tight fists.

I sit back down in my previous position in the armchair and the boys start fooling around again. This time I watch. They have barely started when a loud, feminine shriek echoes throughout our house.

I hit the arm of my chair with my bare hand, hard, and hiss my words through the pain. "Dammit, Zayn! What did you do?"

He just stares, his face holding no emotion.

"What did you do?" I demand, harsher.

"I, um...." he hesitated, not knowing how to form the words. "I kinda sorta maybe possibly-"

My patience was wearing thin. "Spit it out!"

He sighs. "I might have left the blood in the fridge from when Dan-" He glances in Liam's direction, nervous, and corrects himself. "When you-know-who stayed here."

"I didn't know Voldemort stayed here." Louis...!

Growling, I shoot up the stairs at my vampiric speed. Only a few seconds had passed during the conversation, we hate, I repeat, HATE to waste time.

The boys follow me just as swiftly. We burst into the room, causing a gasp to escape from... her. I rush towards her and grab her by the waist trapping her arms beside her.

"Let me go!" Maya screams in my ear.

"Ak." I mumble under my breath. That was extremely loud... I lean forward a tiny bit and kiss her cheek. I hoped for any reaction except for what she did, wince. "I'm right here, love. I can hear you just fine."

"Don't fucking call me that!" Maya kicks me in the shin.

"Shit, fuck!" I glare at her, holding back the urge to cause her pain without even touching her. A smirk starts to cross her features until Zayn grabs her from behind. Maya tries to kick him, too. But, Zayn sees it coming and twists her arm to the side, causing her to yelp out in pain.

Liam closes his eyes, holding back a groan of frustration. "Zayn, stop."

When Zayn lets go, Maya wants to make a break for it, but immediately stops when she notices that Zayn and I are both angry at her, and Niall, Louis and Liam are frustrated.