Taken

Chapter 37

Harry's POV:

Seeing someone you love, being fucking assaulted with someone else's hands and lips is one of the most painful things I've experienced in my life.

And I've been stabbed in the leg.

"Uhm.." I awkwardly say, as I now begin to knock on the already open door.

Niall whips his head from Jennifer's neck and his eyes glare at me with such rage, he almost intimidates me. But I quickly fling the emotion away and stare just as coldly back.

Jennifer, who lays beneath the incredibly pale man on the couch, quickly begins to cover her chest with her shirt that was uncaringly tossed on the floor.

I force my eyes away from her black, laced bra and refocus on Niall who's now smirking with victory,

"May I help you?" He's rubbing it in my face, I know, but for Jennifer's sake I make my feet stay on the ground instead of against his throat as he gasps for air and forgiveness.

"I was just," I cough unsure of my true intention, "unsure of where she was. I was just making sure she didn't run off." Jennifer rolls her eyes, and I'm tempted to smile just because of how well she knows me, but smiling at a moment like this would be incredibly fucking weird so I decide against it.

"Well, no need to worry, she's defiantly not going anywhere, anytime soon." He glimpses over at her, who's now sitting beside him with her shirt on, unfortunately, and they share a smile with each other.

I bite my tongue and decide to leave before I get myself deeper and farther into this unrealistic relationship in my mind that has absolute no chance of happening.

"Alright. I'm guessing Jennifer's staying here now." I turn on my heels to hurry the fuck out of there, but a thought pops in my mind, and I turn myself back to face them.

"Oh, and Jennifer, if you want any of your shit, just get it tomorrow morning. I'll just get it out of my room and place it out on the porch. Oh, and I'll leave one of my shirts in them, I know how you like them." I smile with delight at how the eskimo seems to get paler, then red with fury.

I give one last little wave, and a wink to Jennifer for good luck for the shit storm that's about to tear up the room. In a bad way. Not a sexual way.

Fuck, knowing how weak Niall is, it probably will end with a big bang.

I slam the door behind me and jollily trot my smart ass to my cabin.

I kick a few rocks, that are generously spread across the rugged paths, all the way up to the steps of my patio.

The wood creaks when I step on it, and I feel the need to rip up the patio and build a brand new one just so I never have to hear that annoying fucking sound again. Maybe I'll make it concrete.

I jolt my key in the door handle, trying my hardest to open it as quickly as possible, but it looks like the odds are against me when I'm standing there for five fucking minutes trying to understand why my key won't fucking work.

Before I can even figure out the problem, my door swings open, and within seconds my gun is in the burglars face.

"Woah. Harry!" Zayn shouts with his hands in the air, also carrying a gun.

I sigh in irritation,

"The fuck are you doing in my cabin?" I spit through my clenched jaw.

The bastard better have a good reason for being a dumbass and sneaking up on me like that. Could've killed one of my best men. Fuck, it'd take forever to replace him and having to gain another's person trust and put them through the whole training shit. That shits a bitch, I'm so glad I'm done with that shit and-