Tortured (complete)

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Jaycie's pov:

My eyes open and I take in all of my surroundings. White walls. White floors. White. I'm back in this room again. I sit up and immediately fall back down with a groan.

"Just relax," an Irish voice says.

My head immediately turns to the source and I see Niall smiling sadly at me.

"You never came back," I state and look at him directly.

His head falls and he says,"I know."

"Why," I say. Not with anger but with sadness.

"I'm sorry," he says,"but I really don't know why I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"Then why are you here now?" I question.

"After I heard what happened... I had to. I had to see you and make sure you were okay. I couldn't just let you be here."

I smile slightly.

"Thank you."

He smiles again and walks to while pulling a chair with him. He grabs my hand and rubs circles on it with his thumb. It's actually kind of relaxing.

"What happened?" He barely whispers.

"I," I don't really want to explain it and I don't really know how,"I uhh."

"I just felt trapped. It was like I couldn't breath and I panicked."

"You'll be out of here soon," he says.

"When? When they stop thinking I'm insane?"

"They don't think you're insane," he says and averts his gaze.

"I'm in a fucking asylum. They think I'm crazy."

"It's not an asylum," he mumbles.

"Then what is this?"

"It's for people who have to be tested for things," he trails off at the end.

I sigh giving up an look at the ceiling.

"You'll be okay, Jaycie."

I let out a bitter laugh an close my eyes.

"Not without Harry," I say.

"Think about him," Niall says.

"What do you think I've been doing?"

"I mean," he takes a deep breath,"think about what he wants for you." He tilts my head to look at him and he's really close. Too close.

"He would want you to move on and be happy," he says,"I...I want you to be happy." He's looking directly in my eyes and his eyes flicker to my lips.

My heart beat gets faster. What's he about to do? He's leans his head in and I don't move back. I don't know why but I don't. I feel his breath tickling my lips before they press to mine. His lips slowly start to move with mine and I kiss him back. His hand moves to my cheek. A warm feeling appears in my stomach that I wasn't expecting. Our lips move together an I can feel he's trying to be as gentle as possible and I'm thankful.

He pulls away and rest his forehead on mine.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles," I couldn't help it."

"It's okay," I say," and you're right. He would want me to be happy."

He is right. Harry does want me to be happy but he never understood that I will always be at my happiest with him. I did enjoy the kiss with Niall but they could never compare to how I kiss Harry. Harry has green eyes. Niall has blue eyes. Harry has curly dark brown hair. Niall has blonde hair that sticks up. They are completely different and everything about Harry strikes me as amazing. Niall is beautiful and would give me a nice life and respect me and we could grow old together. Harry and I can never have that because he loves me to much to put me in danger.

I want to do everything with Harry. Absolutely everything. But he wants me to move on and I love him so much that I have to. I have to try. I will never forget him no matter what. My heart will always belong to him but maybe, just maybe, I could try and share some love with someone else.

I can see Niall smiling and I try and smile back. He pecks my lips again and sits back down on the chair.

Maybe this can work.

I pat the spot next to me and he seems to understand. He stands up and puts the chair back in its spot. He crawls onto the bed and lays down facing me. He puts his hand on his head to keep him up.

"Tired?" He asks.

"Yeah," I mumble.

I turn around on my side and close my eyes. Niall's arm slides around my waist and pulls me close to his body. He kisses my head and lays motionless with me. I picture Harry and me cuddling at night. A tear falls down my cheek and I don't bother to move.

'I love you. Forever,' I mouth in the air so that nobody can hear me. I hope Harry can.

Harry's pov:

I lay down on the bed with my my eyes focused on the ceiling. I wonder what Jaycie is doing right now? Maybe she's at home watching a movie? Maybe she's in bed doing exactly what I am. Maybe she's with her family. Maybe she would someone else. My chest tightens but I try and ignore it. 'She *needs* someone else,' I remind myself.

The door opens and my eyes immediately snap over in its direction.

A girl in a skimpy maid outfit walks in. Poor girl. I know Des makes the girls he's done with do this.

She trips slightly and her hair falls in front of her face.

"Are you alright," I ask.

She jumps and quickly responds,"yes, I'm sorry," while pushing her hair out of her face. Once she does I can see her face. She looks familiar. Oh no. It can't be. No. I won't believe it. She's still here. After all of this time.

"Harry," she says as a tear rolls down her face.

"L...Lena?" I choke out.

AUTHER: IN CASE YOU DON'T REMEMBER LENA IS THE GIRL HARRY HAD TO TAKE WHEN HE FIRST STARTED GETTING THE PHONE CALLS. PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! ILY! :) XX