Taken

Chapter 30

Jennifer's POV:

"Harry, I'm still laughing at you." I giggle to him while I chew on the popcorn I made in the microwave.

"Shut up! I'm not good with technology." A grin appears on his face reflecting mine.

"Not good on pressing the 'popcorn' button?" I tease.

"I didn't see it!" His laughs filling the room, a new sensation I grew to love.

"It had a picture of a bag of popcorn on it!"

Our laughs and giggles fill the room into a sweet melody.

I wish Harry was like this all of the time.

Right now, I'd actually rather be with him than Niall.

I wonder what Niall's doing right now...

As if on cue, a drunken Niall walks through the door.

He must've drank more after I left.

Crap.

"Hey, Harry!" He waves foolishly at him.

"Looks like you got my woman all wrapped around your finger! Eh, lucky you it's not too hard." He chuckles to himself and winks at me.

"I'm not yours, Niall." I growl.

"Oh, that's right! Fuck, totally just blanked! I remember now, I told you I'm in love with you, and you said something along the lines of... Uhm, that's right, I can't waste my time on you. Lovely memory. Going down in the books, yeah."

I blink rapidly at the flooring and glance back up at Harry.

His eyebrows are furrowed, and I have to look away from his bleeding stare.

"What's going on?" Harry finally speaks up and faces Niall. He stands in-between us, almost as if he's protecting me.

"She didn't tell you?" Niall gasps theatrically.

When Harry doesn't speak, but continues to glare at him, Niall goes on.

"She told me, that life was too short for love and to waste her precious time on a fuck-up like me. Whenever she sees me, I remind her of pain or some other fucked up shit. Well guess what, Ms. Perfect? Whenever the fuck I look at you, all I see is a broken girl, and no one wants to fuck a broken girl." He slurs.

"Niall, stop. You're drunk." Harry speaks for me, while I try to hold back all my tears.

"No, let me finish!" He snaps.

Harry POV:

"No, let me finish!" Niall yells at me.

I squeeze my fist tight; trying to hold myself back for the sake of Jennifer.

"No one wants to fuck a broken girl, and no one wants to be with a broken girl. Who can love a girl who doesn't even love herself? Are you idiotic? I know all the shit you said was rubbish! You love me, but you're too fucking stupid to allow yourself to think so! What? You think you don't deserve me? Well, guess what, bitch. You're absolutely right."

I open my mouth to yell at him, but Jennifer stops me.

"You know what, Niall? You are right, but not about me not being able to love myself. I love who I am. Want to know why? Because I can look in the mirror and not feel guilt for ruining peoples lives and crushing every single ounce of hope they have. That guilt would kill me, it would even make me incapable of being alone. Once I find someone who shows a little interest in me, I trap them. I trap them, so they can't leave me-"