Taken

Chapter 22

Mona's POV

I leave the room walking downstairs. Bacon can be smelt and my mouth becomes watery.

"Wow Harry you are the cook aren't ya?" I laugh.

He chuckles "yep."

He slides a plate over to me and i sit at the table where Emma, Liam and Niall are sitting. I sit beside Emma but she quickly scoots her chair away from me making me frown.

She's quiet and so is everyone else at the table. I look at Harry who seems to be in a good mood, i swear if he hit Emma i will give him a bruise on his money maker.

"Sooo," I say breaking the silence.

Niall looks at me with an irritated expression and Liam looks up with an eyebrow raised. Emma doesn't look up from her food.

"Why is everyone so quiet?" I ask, i can't stand the silence it's killing me.

"You want us to talk or something?" Liam questions.

"That's what i'm used to by now." I shrug.

Harry sits by Emma with a plate of food and i pay attention to her reaction if she flinches i will blow up on Harry right now but she doesn't. I look over at Liam and Niall who seem to not be paying attention so it can't be them.

"Sup guys." Zayn says walking in, i see from the corner of my eye Emma shifting in her seat.

What.the.hell? Zayn!

He fills his plate with food before sitting down.

"Morning girls." He smiles

"Goodmorning?" I raise an eyebrow.

Why is he in a good mood? This morning is getting more weird every second.

We finish up our food before everyone puts there plates in the dishwasher.

I grab Zayn's arm pulling him to the living room.

"What happened to Emma?"

"What do you mean?"

"She has an ugly bruise on her stomach." I mumble angrily.

"I was outside, you better ask Harry." He says before walking out the front door.

I clench my fists walking back to the kitchen.

"Harry," I say and he looks at me "I need to talk to you." I cross my arms.

Emma finally looks at me, a frown on her face.

Harry and I walk to the living room, "Why the hell would you do that!?" I growl.

"Do what?" He asks confused.

"Hurt her! Don't you like love her or something? There is a big bruise on her stomach."

"Hurt who?" He locks his jaw "Emma?"

"Yes! You dumbass! I don't want you--"

I couldn't finish my sentence because he storms out the living room to the kitchen.

Emma's POV

"What's wrong with you and Mona?" Liam asks Niall.

"She's- she's so difficult and doesn't know when to shut the fuck up." He groans. "But," he grits his teeth glaring at him "I should ask, how are you and Mona?"

Liam's eyes widen and he starts coughing. "Nothing man, She just.. I don't know." He gulps.

"Why don't you stick with what's yours?" He huffs.