Taken

Chapter 31

Jennifer's POV:


All the memories, all the memories of Niall making me laugh or making me cry had disappeared. All the memories of him kissing me, and him admitting his feelings for me have just...vanished.

My self conscious keeps telling me how this is so wrong, but I just wave her off enjoying the sensation of Harry's lips on mine.

Harry's hands glide lightly on my body, only to squeeze my hips occasionally.

His hand tangles in my hair, and he lays me gently on the bed. His hands constantly taking my body in. Our lips never to part.

I breath his mint scent in, pressing my lips even harder.

But Harry's lips don't push harder, but they escape my own and soon his body's pacing in the corner.

"Harry?" I question his intentions as he runs his hands through his hair.

"I-I can't do this." He mumbles and glances at me to see my reaction.

I'm in utter shock, because I never believed he would have to stop us from going anywhere. I'd thought it be me.
How could I have been so stupid...so vulnerable? I love Niall, and I just confessed that to him not ten minutes ago.

Harry's voice snaps me out of my thoughts,
"Jennifer, if you asked me a month ago- a week ago, I would've taken advantage of this. Of you. But-"

"What are you getting at?" I ask more rudely than I intended.

"I can't sleep with you! Because if I sleep with you and fuck you, you'd just be like all the rest, but you're not like the rest." Harry's voice barley a whisper.

"Harry-" I begin, but he shakes his head.

"Let me finish." I'm taken aback at his sudden authority, but I nod.

"Jennifer, I know you can never love me. I'm not Niall. I'm nothing like him. I don't care about the women I have fucked, and I don't give a fuck about where they end up. It's the honest truth, but you. I worry about where you're going to end up, and I worry about if you'll be happy, and if I say something wrong- if you'll get mad, and if I didn't fuck up your life...If I didn't pick you up that night...I would never know what it feels like to love someone. I'm worried that when I let you go...I'll never feel this way again." By the time he finishes his rant, me and him both are in the brim of tears.

I know he'd never let me see him cry, and I hate for anyone to see me cry, so we both shake our head to rid the tears.

"I..." I try to begin a sentence,
but I'm at a loss for words.

Harry loves me.

"I know it's pathetic." He laughs to himself, but I hear the hurt underneath it.

I want to hug him or hold him and tell him it'll be okay. Tell him that it's okay to feel the way you do. Tell him I'll sleep in his bed with him tonight, or I'll make him dinner or some toast, but I don't say that.

"It's Niall, Harry. It'll always be Niall." I say as I stare directly into his eyes.

The beautiful emerald I have grown to adore, shuts off. His green deteriorating into the color of the deepest of forests.

Harry stands up, and I can tell all the time we spent together, all the laughs, are gone. As he glares at me, his devilish smirk reappears,

"Have a lovely sleep. Hope the bed bugs bite." He winks and leaves the room. The door slamming behind him.

I hear him kicking things on his way out, but I'm too scared to move.

It'll always be Niall.

Why did I say that? I didn't mean it. I honestly don't know who I love anymore.

No, I know who I love...Niall. Niall's sweet and gentle, but he's also abusive and cruel.
But, what about Harry? Harry's mean and frightening but he's also funny and cunning.

I'm not Niall. I'm nothing like him.

Little does he know, they're exactly the same, and I think I love them both.



It's now one in the morning, but I can't sleep. I've been going over everything in my head, over and over again.

I love Niall. Niall was always there for me, and he treated me like I had a choice about my future. He kissed me and meant it. He held me, and I felt safe, but he also kidnapped me. He was forced to make me feel comfortable ad that's why he had any interest in me anyways. He deceived me, and he took my virginity when I was clearly not in the right state of mind for him to do that. He called me names, and he gets overly protective and jealous. He's hurt, and he's slept with other kidnapped girls in my position.
Niall wants me to escape, and he's safe.

Harry. I'm not sure about Harry. My feelings have doubled if not tripled for him today. He confessed he loved me, and he's never felt this way before. His lips feel make for mine, and I love his laugh. His and I laughs blend so well. But he's all physical. All I feel for him is physical. Just his body. And he's dangerous. He's hit and called me names.

So the obvious choice is Niall.

But Harry makes me feel so happy and forget about the world. When he's happy and laughing, he's the most beautiful person I've seen. He's dangerous, but when he's around me... somehow he's not.

He was, however. He used to be such a dick to me.

Niall never was. He was always amazing to me.

But Harry... He makes me laugh so hard. Harder than I have ever laughed with Niall.

"Ugh..." I grunt to myself while I place a pillow over my face.

I know, I can't be in love with two people at once, right? It's impossible. So, maybe I should do this one at a time... Spend time with each, than make my decision.

That's ridiculous. They're my kidnappers, am I crazy?

Love before you can't.

I listen to myself an decide to take the chance and go talk to Harry.

Harry won't want anything to do with me though. I practically laughed in his face when he spilled his feelings for me. Something I doubt he does often.

Without another thought, I jump out of my bed to tiptoe to Harry's room. Well, if a couch is a room.

I'm surprised he didn't force me to move, so he could take the bed.

I hear light snoring coming from his slightly parted lips.

I maneuver around the couch, and I find room to wiggle myself next to him. I place my arms around his torso.

Old Jennifer, wouldn't be caught dead doing this. She'd probably sneak to Niall's cabin, but Old Jennifer always was a pain in the ass.

I'm going to be used and thrashed in two weeks to a man I never met. I shiver in disgust.
So, I honestly don't want to waste anytime. I want to live every moment before I go. I want to know the man I love, before I go. I want to be in love, before I go.

It all sounds weird, I know, but imagine being taken before you could have your first love, before you graduated high school. Wouldn't you just say, 'fuck it'?

I laugh at my vulgar thoughts, knowing Harry would be surprised to hear me say fuck. I said it in the beginning, but I just don't find use in them much.

My giggling must wake up Harry, because I hear his snoring come to a halt.

"Jennifer?" His low, raspy voice filling my eardrums.

"Yes."

Memories of what happened hours ago had to have popped in his head, because he begins to try and wriggle me off.

"Wait!" I scream-whisper, as I tighten my grip around his long torso.

"What the fuck do you want?" Harry groans.

"To apologize." Harry's silence beckons me to continue,
"I didn't mean what I said. I didn't mean it would always be Niall, because actually it won't. I don't know who I have feelings for, and I don't know if either of you deserve me. You both don't deserve my love, but I know I do. I deserve love, and I know that sounds selfish, but I want to love before I go. I know I said I was in love with Niall, but I'm not. I can promise you that. I don't know why I said it, I think to piss him off more or make him want me more." I laugh silently to myself as I finally admit something I couldn't even admit to myself.
"He always wanted my love, and I kept holding back on saying it, because I didn't know if I loved him. Then I said it. I felt horrible, because I didn't mean it, but he wouldn't leave me if I said it. I know that forsure. He wouldn't let go of someone who claims to be in love with him." I kept these dark secrets in my head, but here I am exploiting them to Harry.

"Why do you think that?" Harry finally speaks.

"What?" I sniffle and wipe a tear from my cheek.

"Why do you think he wouldn't leave someone who loved him?"

I smile and look down, but my smile quickly fades as my heart speaks before my mind,
"Because I wouldn't."

Harry's eyes go wide, before he slowly runs his hands through my hair.

"I don't believe that." He chuckles at me.

"And why so?" I can't help the dumb smile that places on my lips.

"I basically I told you I loved you, and you left. In fact you told me you couldn't ever love me." His lips forming a frown at the end. He looks away, not meeting my eyes.

"Is that why I'm here? Because I left you?" I sit up and cup Harry's chin forcing him to look at me.

"I came back, because I don't know what I feel, and I wouldn't ever leave you Harry. I couldn't. You impacted my life so much, and you flipped around. You hurt me, deceived me, and crushed me." I see his eyes begin to tear and guilt strike his face.
"But you also made me laugh so hard, made me smile, and you make me feel like a better me, when you're not your usual butthole self." We both laugh in agreement.


"And I know many people leaved you in your life. I know that those people are idiots, because they never stuck around long enough to see this beautiful person. And frankly I feel sorry for them." I smile and before I know it Harry's lips are attached to mine.

Harry takes his lips off of mine and states deeply at me,
"Beautiful huh?" His smirk taking over his tan skin.

"Oh shush!" I try to be serious but end up laughing like a schoolgirl with Harry.









((GUESS WHOS BACK BACK AGAIN! Ahaha! Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Jennifer is so confusing like oh my gosh I can't like I'm so done with her rn. I wonder who she'll choose? Hmm.. Don't get too cocky, she still has to talk to Niall ;) Love yooou xx))