Taken

Chapter 5

I'm woken up by the curly bastards hand sunk in around my waist, pulling me next to his body.
I can barley breathe his grip is so tight.

I try to wiggle out of his unbelievably strong hold.

"Mmm..." He mumbles and pulls me in tighter.

I roll my eyes, almost forgetting how much danger I'm in.
I freeze in my place and wait for his eyes to slowly reveal themselves.

I let a few tears escape as he still slumbers.

He grip soon becomes bearable; his lips coming near my ear.

He kisses the top of my ear, and his arms travel up to my breast.

"Change." He growls in my ear and squeezes gently on my bust.

"I'm very sorry, sir, but I don't have any other clothes with me." My words beginning to pick up strength.

"You didn't bring any when you were going to your friends? That bag you were carrying had no clothes? Do you think I'm stupid?" His voice rigid.

"I'm sorry, but I never bring clothes to my friend's house, because I usually just wear hers."

He brings his fingers to his temples and rubs firmly.

"I can't fucking believe this shit. Alright we're going to have to get you some clothes than."

"I'm so-"

"I don't want to hear that sorry shit one more time! Fuck!"

I begin to say I'm sorry again, out of habit, but I force the words to stay enclosed in my lungs.

"Go. Go get Niall from the other room. Knock on it, tell him you need clothes, he'll take you wherever the fuck lady's shop. Then he'll bring you back here and we'll leave. Got it? No monkey business or someone will get hurt." His eyes never meeting mine, still rubbing his temples.

"Yes, of course." I begin to leave, but I suddenly turn around realizing something.
I open my mouth to speak, but he quickly cuts me off.

"He's the fucking blonde one." He mumbles and with a flick of his wrists I'm on my way.

I begin to walk next door, but than I realize.
I could escape right now.
I could leave and get help from someone down the hall.
Hope glistens in my eyes, but quickly disappears when I realize, I can't.
He said no monkey business, and I'm not going to risk someone else or me, getting hurt.
And what if I'm not able to escape?
They'll just find me and torture me... kill me?
No, just stick with the plan, Jennifer.

I knock on the door directly beside Harry's and wait for an answer.
The door swings open, and a half naked man appears in my sites.

"I-I" I begin to speak, but can't make a sentence. Dumbfounded by his beauty.

"It's alright. Don't be scared of us, come in." His voice was so gentle and pure, I instantly believed him and walked inside.

I haven't seen this one before, he must have been the one driving... Liam, I believe.

"Here take a seat." He points to a chair and allows me to sit.

I collapse on the chair, loving not being touched by another gruesome man.

Liam sits opposite of me on a bed. A bed filled with two men.

"I know you're probably scared, freaked out, and disgusted by us. I know and I'm sorry. Just don't be afraid of us, alright? We're not Harry." His voice sounding so soothing against my bleeding eardrums.

"Why are you being this way, if you don't mind me asking?" My voice instantly returning back to where it used to be, but not fully.

"Because Jennifer, I've dealt with a number of lady's like yourself. This isn't a one time thing for us. I know how lonely and empty you feel, and I believe no one should feel that way. We tried to talk to Harry about this, but he doesn't seem to get it. Our job isn't to hurt you." He shrugs his shoulders and lets out a deep breath.

"What is your job?" My words exiting my mouth before I even know what I'm saying.

"That's classified, miss." He winks and begins to stand and walk away.

"Where are you going?" I question, afraid to lose him.

He giggles to himself, but a cute giggle.

"I'm going to take a shower. What about you? Why did he send you over, anyways?"

I almost completely forgot the reason; having to think about it for a second.

"Clothes. I need clothes. I was supposed to take Niall?" My statement sounding more like a question than a fact.

"Just wake him up." He smiles then begins to leave again.

"Wait." I hesitantly say.

"Don't be afraid of him, Jennifer. They're all like me. Well, as close as they can get." The flawless man winks and leads off to the restroom, but this time with no interruption.

My body begins to shake as I sit down, deciding whether I should or not.

I have to.
Fuck, I have to.

I bring myself up to my feet and head over to the bed.

I see a handful of dirty blonde hair and decide that's him.

I delicately push his shoulder, but nothing happens.

I push a little more forcefully and whisper for him to wake up.

"Please wake up." I almost whine.

His eyes flutter open, and he opens his eyes...his beautiful eyes.

"Hm?" He questions in a hum.

"Harry said we need to get clothes,sir." I bite my lip, afraid of his reaction.

"Call me Niall." He giggles than opens the covers of the bed and hops out.
I move out of his way while he opens his bag to get clothes.

"I'm sorry, Niall." I half-smile trying to be as nice as I could.

"I'm guessing you had the talk with Liam?" His eyes trace my body as he talks, but not in a threatening way like Harry's. Like he's watching his favorite movie.

"Yes I did, si-Niall." I correct my self promptly.

"Good." He nods his head with a grin and takes off his shirt.

As he replaces his shirt with a new one, I can't help but admire his body.

Are all these boys fit, I think to myself.

He must catch me staring because his cheeks flush, a deeper shade than mine.

"Let's go get your clothes."

I nod and follow him out to the car.

"Hold my hand." He says so only we can hear.

I furrow my eyebrows,
"Why?"

"This way everyone thinks we're a couple, and no one suspects anything. I usually make the others do this, too. It brings less glares." He shrugs.

I grasp his hand in mine but continue to question him,

"I'm still confused."

"Okay, it's like if I was walking next to a girl who was clearly distressed than people would wonder, and suspect things. Also, I have a grip on the girl so they wouldn't run away."

A light chill spreads through my now numb body.

"Don't worry, even if I didn't have their grip, they couldn't get away." He attempts to comfort me, but it obviously doesn't work.

I take in a big gulp as we head out of the elevator.