Taken

Chapter 11

Mona's POV

"Niall." We hear a voice say and our heads snap to the door.

thank god.

Zayn is standing by the door. His knuckles all bloody and clenched.

"Zayn." I say relieved.

"Let her go." He demands Niall.

He just chuckles. "Zayn, do you see what is happening?"

"Niall-"

"No! We were best friends! And now all of sudden these stuck up bitches come and we are drifting apart! You see what they are doing to us?" He shouts.

I gulp. He's on to us.

"Really? You're the one that made it this way!" He yells coming closer making Niall go back further. "If you would have just left them alone and find your own whores, Then everything would be alright!" He shouts and I scoff.

"Whores?"

Zayn looks at me frowning. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"No! Fuck off! I don't even care! Kill me Niall! I don't care anymore!" I yell.

"Don't hurt her." He warns to Niall.

"Do you see this? You have changed Zayn! For some stupid girl!!" He yells throwing me down the rest of the stairs.

I stumble hitting my head on the hard floor.

I scream my lungs out covering my ears.

"Mona!" Zayn shouts running down to me. "Baby are you okay?" He soothes rubbing my head and I cower back.

"Leave me to rot. I'm just a whore."

"Mona, I'm sorry." He hugs me and carries me up the stairs. I see Niall laying on the floor passed out.

That's what he gets.

Zayn carries me to his car and places me in the passenger seat. He jogs to the other side closing the car door and driving off.

"Where's Emma?" I sigh.

"Back at the house."

I nod looking out the window.

"Mona, I seriously didn't mean it like that. You're not a whore. That just slipped."

"I don't really care." I mumble.

"Mona-"

I put my hand up stopping him from talking. He knows he meant it. It's not like I'm not used to it. Miles called me that all the time.

Emma's POV

"What the hell happened?" Harry yells.

"Liam shot her." Louis sets me down on the kitchen counter walking away to grab the first aid kit.

"Oh my god. Why the fuck would he shoot her? What are you guys hiding from me?!" Harry raises his voice.

"We are not hiding anything." I mumble and look away from Harry I am such a bad liar.

"Emma tell me now I can protect you from whatever it is just tell me." His face softens.

I shake my head "No, No, Harry! You can't protect me! The only people that are supposed to protect me are my parents! You kidnapped me! You're a bad guy! And I freaking hate you!" I yell.

"But I love you."

I literally laugh to myself, well I laugh in his face. "Love me? How could someone like you feel love? You barely know me!" I scoff. "I will never love you! You're nothing to me. You always will be!" I shout as Louis comes walking in frowning.

Harry looks hurt. He lets go of my hand and walks away. Why did I say that? What was I thinking? This will ruin the plan. I cry as Louis finishes up my leg. I'm not crying from the pain in my leg, I'm crying for Harry. I feel bad.

"All done." Louis says.

"Thanks." I wipe my eyes and limp up to the room.

I quietly knock before going in. Harry is sitting at the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

"Harry." I quietly say limping to him with my bad leg.

"What?" He groans.

"I'm sorry."

He looks up from his hands and his eyes are red and puffy.

"For what? Everything you said was true."

"Harry, please don't be that way." I frown.

"What way?"

"Careless."

I walk closer to him and he quickly stands up.

"I don't need your pity." He scoffs as we hear the front door open. Harry goes barging downstairs, me following behind.

"Harry!" I shout trying to get his attention. Why is he so mad?

"Zayn!" Harry yells as they walk into the kitchen.

Zayn's eyes widen as Harry's fist collides with his jaw.

What. The. Hell.

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Sorry some of these chapters are really stupid I am trying to make this story better.