Taken ((N.H.))

Chapter 4

-Niall's POV-

When it's about noon, I prepare Cece's lunch. I make her a turkey sandwich cut in half, a small bowl of mixed fruits, a small amount of crisps, and water. After placing everything carefully onto her tray, I start to carefully make my way to her room.

When I'm in front of her door, I hear her scream. I drop the tray and fumble for my keys. I twist them in the lock and barge in. She's laying on the bed, dry tears on her cheeks, eyes squeezed closed, and her hand clutching the pillow tight.

"No, no. stop!" She shouts. "Please!" I rush over to her, shaking her gently.

"Cece, wake up! Cece!" I say loudly. She jolts awake, panting and crying. Beads of sweat cover her forehead and trail down her temple. She looks over at me and scurries backwards off the bed. "Cece, what happened?" I ask calmly.

"Please don't hurt me! I swear I won't tell anyone!" She says backing up further towards a corner.

"I don't want to hurt you. And what won't you tell anyone?" I ask kneeling down on the ground a couple feet away from her. She draws her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms securely around them.

"I won't tell anyone you kidnapped me." She barely whispers. I try and put a hand on her knee in a comforting manor, but she whimpers and curls up into a tighter ball, her eyes are full of pure fear.

"It's ok." I say quietly. She continues to try and become smaller and hide from me. "Come here." I say holding a hand out for her. She stares at my hand in shock and and then back up at me.

Her eyes fill with more fear than before. I try and inch closer to her, but that only causes her to whimper.

"Please, I swear I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry for hurting you before. Please forgive me." I beg. My eyes scan hers for any sign of understanding. Her pupils are dilated, almost covering her entire iris.

My hand extends out once again. She slowly stretches her arm out and takes a hold of my hand. I stand up, bringing her with me. I pull her in for a hug, but she doesn't hug back right away, she just stands there.

Slowly, her arms make their way around my torso and lightly hugs me back. I smile and hold her tighter. Her body fits so easily with mine.

I hope that in the future we can be more than this. I want her to love me for who I am. The good side of me. Not the dark side. No one has ever loved me. Not even my parents. They gave me up and dumped me on the streets.

No one glanced at me as they walked along the sidewalk. Alleys were my home. As I got older, a boy named Zayn found me and told me how his dad could help me make a ton of money.

I followed him home and his dad greeted me with a sinister smile and taught me everything about being a hitman. At the age of 12, I was able to shoot a gun and kill people without leaving a trace. For Zayn's dad, it took a lot of patience to teach me because I was a slow learner.

She coughs awkwardly and pulls away.

"I-I'm sorry a-about sc-scarring you." She said shamefully. She looks at the ground. "I-I can c-clean up i-if you want me t-to." She stutters in between hiccups.

"No, no. It's ok. I got it." I say turning around and walking over to the mess. The plates and glass are broken from me dropping it. I crouch down and begin to pick up the pieces carefully.

I hear Cece's footsteps make their way over to me. She kneels down and begins picking up the glass as well.

"You're going to cut yourself. I told you I got it." I say picking up more glass. I feel one cut my palm and I wince.

"Are you ok?!" She asks panicked. I drop the glass and look at my hand. It a big cut and blood is covering most of it. She helps me up and leads me to the bathroom. "Do you have a first aid kit?" She asks. I point to the cabinet under the sink as she starts running cold water.

As she's grabbing bandages and disinfectant, she tells me to put my hand under the water. It stings like hell, but I know it helps.

Cece turns off the water and dries off my hand with a washcloth. She takes gauze and places it over my cut and tapes it shut with the bandage tape stuff.

The whole time she was doing this, I was looking at her. I wasn't worried about my hand, all I could think about is how perfect she is. Her eyes are gorgeous, her nose is like a button, and her lips look so kissable.

I desperately want to crash my lips on hers, but I know to take it slow and give her time to get used to me.

With one last wrap, she stands up and starts packing up the first aid kit again. "All done." She says. She faces me as I stand. Her short frame makes her even more cute. And making me want to protect her even more. She's so small and fragile.

"Thank you." I say. She blushed and looked down at the floor.

"I'll go back to my room now." She says walking out of the bathroom and heading back down the hall.

I walk out after her. I catch her by the wrist and stop her. She freezes under my touch and turns around.

"Do you wanna have lunch... Out here with me?" I ask shyly.

"I-I guess." She says. I smile and let go of her wrist.

"Follow me." I say heading to the kitchen. I hope everything goes ok.