Taken

Chapter 33

Niall's POV:

I take another swig of the Daniels and moan in pleasure of the all too addicting burn of alcohol that hits the back of my throat.

I wait patiently till the burn goes numb and take another gulp of the brown liquor.

This has been my routine all morning. Drink till the pain evaporates and drink again.

Every time I take a drink, I feel like I'm healing. Or at least protecting, like a bandaid that you put on a cut. The bandaid is just protecting your real cut. Your body heals itself, but it needs the bandaid to protect it from the harshness that's around it. Alcohol is the bandaid to my womb that got punctured in my heart, but I need Jennifer to help me heal it. I can't heal it myself.

And here goes another gulp of whiskey down my fuming throat.

My phone vibrates next to me, but I only check it in hopes of it being Jennifer even is she doesn't possess a phone. Fuck, I really wish she could have one. I really wish I could give her a phone and anything she wants, but I'm incapable. I'm incapable of a lot of things, and apparently I'm incapable of love.

I hear pounding at the door, but it could be just my head. Fuck, it won't stop.

"Shut up!" I scream at the pain that courses through my head, because of the fucking booming coming from the door.

Something touches my shoulder, and I pounce from my chair and attack the stranger that appears in my cabin. I pin him down and press my forearm against his throat.

The man claws at my arm and tries to speak, but I'm not able to hear him, because of the anger that fills my blood. All I see when I look down is a pair of curls and green eyes. A smirk placing on his damn face.

"She'll never love you." He laughs.

"You're wrong!" I spit. She told me she loved me last night after I made a arse out of myself. Or did I just imagine that? Fuck, last nights a blur. I can barley think of what's happening now, trying to think what happened hours ago begins to bring my head to an ache.

"Fuck..." I groan and pick myself off of the bastard. I lean my head against the wall and place my hand on my head, somehow hoping this magically heals it.

"Niall." I hear a faint voice whisper. "Niall!" He shouts.

"Leave me alone! I hate you!" I shout and turn my head away from him and hide like a coward in my hands.

"Niall it's me! Liam! What's wrong?" He shakes me and forces me to look at him.

I snap my eyes open and glance at him. It's Liam. Where did Harry go?

"Where's Harry? Where'd that smug bastard go?" I begin to yell at Liam, causing him to have to hold me down.

"He's in his cabin. What the bloody hell are you talking about? Where else would he be?"

"He was just here. Don't lie to me to save his ass! I was just-" I point to the place where I pinned him down. "I just wrestled him down on the ground."

Liam's eyes turn down, and he looks back at me but with a new look of disappointment to his face,

"Niall that was me. How much have you drank, mate?" He pats my back and helps me up from the floor.

I begin to put the pieces together and realize it couldn't have been Harry anyways, because he wouldn't miss anytime with Jennifer. Plus, he'd never come to see me, because if he came, so would Jennifer, and he knows what happens every time we're together.

"Niall?" Liam questions me when I fail to respond.

"Sorry, what was the question again? I don't remember." I laugh at myself, but stop when Liam doesn't.