Taken

Chapter 19

Jennifer's POV:

"Totally." I laugh with Niall as he makes fun of an advertisement for condoms.

"I'm just saying, why would they use a teenager in it? It's promoting bad shit." He giggles and presses up on the elevator.

I try to arrange some of the bags on my hands, so it gets easier to hold.

"So, are you saying you're still a virgin?" I tease him.

"No, I'm just saying the new teens are going to have sex, because she did or he did. It's ridiculous." He laughs, but I can tell by his tone, he's serious.

"When should they have sex than?"

"When they find someone who they know won't leave them, after they actually have sex." He says as if it was obvious.

"Niall?" I question him, and his eyes study me before we head on into the empty elevator.

"Yeah?" He says when the doors close.

"Am I... Have I ever... Shoot, never mind." I stopped trying to ask when I heard how ridiculous it sounded.

"Are you a virgin?" He finishes for me with a chuckle.

"Hush! I don't remember, okay?" My tone irritated.

I cross my arms while still attempting to hold the heavy bags in my arms.

Niall tried to take them away from me, saying he can hold more, but I didn't want to seem weak.

I'm regretting it now.

"Jennifer I-" He begins, but I quickly cut him off.

"Jennifer?" My mind reals on the name. It sounds familiar. Maybe it's one of my friends?

"Cat. Cat! I'm sorry, it's a mix-up." His words jumble in my mind, and he hastily heads to his room.

"No wait. Who's Jennif-" I choke the last syllable, as I stare at Harry, my Harry, with his hands wrapped around a skank's waist and attached to her bum.

He must've not heard me, because his face is still sucking on that whore's.

I want to yell, scream, punch someone!

But I don't.

For some reason, in the pit of my stomach, it doesn't hurt as bad as I thought it would.

Maybe it's because I don't have any memory of our 'relationship', or maybe it's because I don't love him...at all.

I gulp my integrity and continue to watch the horrific scene.

Harry's right hand releases his grip on her cheek and crawls behind him to the handle of the door.

He enters the key so easily, like he's done this a million times, and he slips her in our room without even acknowledging me.

I almost forget Niall's right beside me, until he tugs at my lifeless arm.

"Common, let's go." I nod slowly to him, and follow him to his room.

No way in hell I'm going in there, and no way in hell I'm want to see whatever the hell they're doing in there.

I enter his rooms and finally remove the bags from my arms; releasing them on one of the beds nearest.

Niall's POV:

I try to hide my satisfaction, as I comfort Jennifer.

I have to thank Louis, and I try, but it seems as he's not here.

Zayn and Liam aren't here either.

Empty.

Me and Jennifer...

"Does he do this a lot?" Jennifer's voice brings me out of my dirty thoughts.

"Do what? Kiss other girls?" I try to sound clueless to the obvious answer.

"Yeah." She sniffs and lays down on the bed.

"Yeah..." I don't want to lie, and make him seem better than he is, that would just ruin everything.

"Why am I with him than?" Her voice raising in volume as she maneuvers her body to lay on her side.

I rush my hand through my hair and tap my foot, trying to think of a proper excuse.

"You've been trying to break things off, but he's very controlling." I over emphasize controlling, hoping she gets what I'm saying.

"You tell me this now." She shudders in pain.

"I'm sorry, babe. I really am."

"Babe?"

"Sorry, Cat."

"Niall, have me and you ever-"

"No." I wish, I think to myself.

"Oh." She almost sounds disappointed.

I beam at the idea of her actually wanting to have sex with me. It happened once. Still, don't know why she did.

"But believe me... I-" I stop myself, afraid to scare her with my crude words.

She prompts herself up on one elbow,

"You what?" She urges me.

"Nothing." I want to have sex with you... No fuck that, I want to make love with you, and be able to hold you at night. I want to be able to hold you when you cry and just be there for you. I don't know what you did to me... I really don't. I've never been so hooked on a girl I barley know. But, actually I do know you. That's what's so weird. I barley know you, but I feel like I know your whole life story. I want to be able to be apart of it. Not in this way, not in I'm kidnapping you or taking advantage of you. I wish we could've met at school or at the park or I don't even know. I just fucking wish you could love me as much as I love you, but whenever you get your memory back... I know there'll be no chance of that. I know it sounds cruel, but I hope you never get your memory back. I don't give a flying fuck on how selfish it sounds. I think I love you, Jennifer. I'm sorry.

"I do, too." Her words so soft as she looks at the comforter, drawing circles slowly with her finger.

"You do?" My body leans forward in interest.

"I think I like you more than my boy...Harry." She giggles, but I can hear the hurt beneath her facade.

"I think I like you, too." I know I do.

"Really?" The excitement beneath her voice can assure my happiness for the rest of my life.

"Yeah." I stand up from the chair and kneel in front of her body laying on the bed.

Her beautiful hazel eyes staring into mine.

"Cat..." I begin but she cuts me off when her plump lips press against mine.