Taken

Chapter 36

Jennifer's POV:

"Jennifer, I can't tell you." Niall repeats for the fiftieth time since I entered his cabin.

"No, you can." I cross my arms like a little girl who didn't get the toy she wanted.

"You just won't." I roll my eyes and walk over to the couch to plop myself down.

My arms remain crossed even when I rather hang them over Niall's shoulders and kiss him till he has no other choice but to tell me exactly what I want to hear. Actually, that's not a bad idea.

Niall's now in the kitchen scanning the fridge. His eyes are squinted in concentration, and I know him enough to know he's probably going through every single item in there and figuring out which one will be the easiest and fastest to make.

I tap my foot on the table until the noise begins to annoy me, and I decide to make my move.

"Niall...there is another reason I came here." I exaggerate each word and linger them to draw him in.

"What's that?" His eyes are still locked inside the fridge, and for some reason I can't help but think of how high his electricity bills are.

I walk up to the freezer side of the refrigerator and lean my back against it, even propping one foot back on it to add affect.

Niall's eyes finally move and are focused on me. I don't remember it being this hard to get his attention.

I take time to notice his new tight, black jeans and white top. The jeans make his legs look longer and the shirt fits his body so well, outlining his perfect torso and fit chest. He wasn't on the level of Liam fit, but he was just enough. His body was beautiful, and I never thought I could think a body could behold so much beauty. Yet again I never thought I'd be in love with a kidnapper, so I guess anythings possible.

The light in the room slowly dims as the sun begins to set. All the lamps in the room are off, and the only source of light is radiating from the overpriced fridge.

"You were saying something." Niall laughs and maneuvers his body towards me to cross him arms.

"Right." I smile and find my hand grazing over Niall's slight stubble he's started to develop on his chin.

I continue when he doesn't deny my touch, but I soon stop so I can concentrate on what I'm going to say. He somehow always distracts me.

"I came here to tell you that I- I uhm..." I'm not even sure how I should approach this.

"You chose Harry, didn't you?" His words come out rushed, and the look on his face nearly broke my heart.

"No, no, no! That's not it at all!" I argue and try to hold Niall's hand, but he pulls away.

"You don't have to lie, okay. I've been through this before. You can just spare the details and leave." He rambles, and I can already see the anger and hurt flowing through his body, begging to grasp a breath of air.

"Aren't you listening to me? I chose you!" How can he not believe me even though I said it. Is he that insecure or am I that unreliable.

His eyes shift from a heated squint to a deer caught in the headlights.

"What?" At first I'm convinced he's upset with my decision by how he's glued to the floor and doesn't say anything.

It's not until I see that beautiful smile, that I've missed somehow more than I miss seeing my best friend's, that I know I made the right decision.

It wasn't a decision, because it wasn't a choice. I was always gravitated towards Niall no matter how much he disgusted me at the time or how much I tried to get away. I always found my way to him when I wasn't looking for him.