Taken

Chapter 21

Louis' POV:

"Another round." I sigh to the waiter, while I take the last sip of the Jack Daniels in my glass.

The waiter nods and begins to pour me another drink.

"Third one already, man. Bad night?" I usually would curse him out for getting in my business and defiantly for calling me 'man', but I don't find the strength in me to retaliate.

"Yeah." I simply state and swipe the new drink from the counter.

I take a big gulp of the drink, and the burning is now neutral.

"Anything you want to talk about?" I roll my eyes at the tall, built man.

"Nothing you need to know about." I snap at him and slam the glass on the counter.

I slap a $50 bill on the counter and glare at the idiot of a man.

I get up from the stool and make my way to the exit.

I know I drank too much as I begin to sway when I walk. Almost tripping over my own feet.
Fuck.

I shouldn't of brought that women to Harry. I knew what he would do, but I thought he didn't care about Jennifer.

Fuck Jennifer. She ruined everything. This should've been an easy trip, but of course Niall and Harry had to develop feelings for another girl, again.

She should've already been there by now, but Harry had to delay the fucking trip by a week.

"It's only because I want her to calm down before she arrives. He won't like it. I'm doing it for him."

Bullshit, I think to myself.
He just wants to fuck her, and obviously, he will.
I wonder if he has already?
Or maybe Niall has?

I chuckle to myself, Niall doesn't have the balls to do it. Especially because of what happened last time.

I find myself at the floor of my room. It's a habit now. This is one of my favorite hotels we stay at.

"Jennifer calm down!" I hear Harry yelling at her.

Why is he calling her Jennifer?
Wait.
Fuuuuuck.

I swipe my key in quickly and swing the door open.

"Would you just keep it low, for fucksake?" I groan at the tall bastard standing in front of me.

"You shut up Louis! Fuck!" He screams at me.

I slam the door closed and stagger myself right in front of Harry.

Not eye-to-eye, but close enough.




Harry's POV:

Louis' dumbass had the fucking nerve to challenge me.

"I would back the fuck up if I were you." I growl at the prick.

"You're not thinking straight. People will hear. Settle the fuck down." His words slow and slurred. He must've been drinking.

"Fine." I bark in defeat, only because I know I've been drinking, too.

I sit down at the nearest chair, but something blocks my bottom from hitting the chair.

I pick up the sheet that should be on the bed.

"Why is this here?" I ask Niall who's been resting his head on the bed. The fucking piece of shit finally woke up.

His eyes widen immediately as he looks at mine. I turn to look at a once furious Jennifer now...almost broken. Not broken like before, but broken like someone literally pulled her heart out from her chest.

I look at the sheet in my hand, and I clench it tighter when I notice a big reddish stain.

"Is that-" I begin but can't even finish.

"Yes it is." Niall states. He sounds proud, and I'm so tempted to punch the smirk of his face.

"You fucked her?" I yell and throw the disgusting sheet on the floor.

I run over to beat the shit out of Niall, but Louis' buff arms stop me in my tracks.

Before I know it my fist is against his jaw.







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