Taken

Chapter 17

Niall's POV:

I watch as Harry trails his slimy fingers up her thigh.
I want to punch him right in the jaw and make it crack in half.
He's using her. Taking advantage of her.
We already kidnapped her; she doesn't deserve to be played with anymore.
Although I admit, it's nice when she's not yelling or scowling at me.

"What's up, mate?" I hear Zayn's voice creep up behind me.

I look left to see Zayn furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"Nothing." I don't really feel like having a heart-to-heart with him right now.

Thank god the music is up and no one can hear our conversation.

"Tell me, Niall. Common, I know when you're upset." He studies my face, but I don't make an effort to continue the conversation.

"Is it because of Jennifer?" His voice barley hearable when he says her name.

I motion my head to him and roll my eyes,
"Of course not." Yes. It has everything to do with her. She's so unbelievably perfect. Even with all her little flaws, she's perfect. I love her freckles and the wrinkles by her eyes when she smiles. Even if I barley see them.

"Then what's wrong?" Fuck, why won't he shut up?

I blatantly ignore him; I take my head to the front of the car and see Harry's eyes in the side-view mirror.

He winks at me and continues to drive.

"We're going to stop for tonight." I can see the smirk plastered right on that bastard's face.

"Cat, you'll room with me."

It takes all my strength not to sock him right in the jaw.

"I am?" I cringe at how excited she sounds.

She probably thinks he's a great guy...but I guess I'm no better.
Except he doesn't have any respect for women. None. That's why he's so perfect for this job. Why the fuck do I do this again?

"Like always." Harry cheekily smiles at her and she returns it.

I roll my eyes and continue to stare out of the stained window.

Harry jerks into a huge hotel and hurriedly gives the key to valet.

I impatiently await for him to get another set of room keys.

I snatch it from his hand, and I walk away from them, towards the room. I know me taking it forcefully from Harry's grip was a risky move, but I knew if Jennifer was right there, he wouldn't do squat.

I was right.
He glares at me, and I can feel his eyes, burning a whole in the back of my shirt.

Zayn, Liam, and Louis quietly follow behind me.

Weird. I'm usually following them.

I ignore my petty thought and continue to the, probably extravagant, room.

I unlock the damn door and swing it open.
If this hotel wasn't so expensive, I can bet you it would have put a hole in the damn wall.

I drop all my belongings next to my bed and frustratingly kick them. Hard enough, the contents rush out.

I get even more angry as I pick them up, annoyingly throwing them in my now empty bag.

"Chill dude." Louis attempts to help pick up my things with me but ends up just sitting on the ground with his head laid back.

"I'm fucking chill, alright?" Telling me to chill? Yeah. Okay.

Louis sits up and looks me straight in the eye.

"I don't know what's been going through your head the past three or four days, but I'm in charge of you. So don't give me no god damn attitude. I'm trying to help you."

I open my mouth to argue how really Harry's in charge of us, but I know he's right. Harry and Louis have been in this business for the longest time, together. Harry would murder whoever did Louis wrong, and Louis would do the same.

"I'm sorry." I mutter.

Louis stands up and lightly pets my head.

"You better figure out what you're going to do about her." I look up to meet Louis' eyes blazing at me.

"What do you mean?" He doesn't know about my feelings- or whatever the fuck you call it- towards Jennifer, does he? No. He can't.

"Don't play dumb, lad. I saw how upset you were when Harry was flirting up little old Jennifer, there. Harry's going to fuck her tonight. You know that, I know that; we all know it. Decide what you're going to do because she'll be putty in Harry's hands."

"But what if she regains her memory?" I smartly point out to him. She'll never want Harry to ever even come close to her, again.

"Then she'll resent you, too."

"But she'll be gone soon, anyways." My heart suddenly feels weak, as I remember who we are, and where we are taking her.

"Will she?" Louis challenges and with a final pat on the shoulder, leaves the room.

I repeat his question in my head for the rest of the night.

Will she?

What was he implying?

As I sit up from my spot, I scratch my aching head.

My hands feel something cold.
I grasp the object and study it.
A key.
A key in the place where Louis once petted me.
A puny note lays on it.





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