Taken (Harry Styles)

Veronica Bennett lives a normal life. She's your average seventeen-year-old. But on one very adrenaline-filled night partying with her best friends, things change. She's kidnapped by a boy she has never even met before, Harry Styles. Will she be able to escape or end up falling for the boy that took her independence away from her?


11. stroll in the park

The next day, I decided yet again to strike up another normal conversation with Harry. It seemed each one I started, it would always end up awkward or him declaring his love for me in some way.

"So, how do you know Niall?" I asked casually as I stepped out of my room, feeling refreshed. Harry had promised me that he would take me out today and that I needed to dress up for the occasion.

Of course, I didn't know what to choose so he chose for me. I wore a black mini skirt with a dark blue peplum top. The ensemble didn't leave much to the imagination, which I assumed was apart of Harry's plan.

Harry looked at me with approving eyes, greeting me with open arms. "We're old friends."

I placed my hands on his chest and looked up into his eyes. "So you're close?" I raised a curious eyebrow.

His smile melted into a frown and he looked behind me, his expression serious. "Not as much anymore," he said hoarsely.

"Why not?" I searched his eyes for an answer, but everything was masked by their green color.

He sighed and blinked impassively as if he wasn't going to tell me. "We fought over a girl."

His confession caught me by surprise, so I decided not to press the conversation further than what I already had. But then, another question popped into my ever-curious mind.

"Speaking of girls," I started, tapping my fingers against the fabric of his shirt. "How many have you dated exactly?"

He huffed a laugh before replying. He still had me wrapped in his arms and I could do nothing but just look at him. "Quite a lot."

I thought about that for a moment. With Harry's extreme good looks and that smile he flashes all the time, I could see why he'd dated numerous girls. He must've looked irresistible to any woman out on the streets, but I knew what was behind those dimples. To be honest, the thought of him being with other girls hurt me a little. And out of all those girls, I had to be the one he kidnapped.

"And it's good to know that you haven't dated anyone," he tapped my nose gently with his finger. "I like that no other guy has touched you, held you, or kissed you. I'm the only one that knows what it's like."

My cheeks flushed with heat and I looked down, away from his strong gaze. This only lasted a second, though, for Harry brought my chin up so that I was looking at him again. "I love you."

He planted a brief kiss on my lips and released me, only to grab my hand in his afterwards. We walked to the door hand in hand, feeling high spirited.

"Are you ready to go out?" He asked, smiling calmly.

As I looked at him, I finally realized something. And I couldn't believe it. I was in love with Harry. I was in love with my kidnapper.

I nodded. We walked out the door.




As Harry led me up the streets of central London, I was in awe by its beauty. I've always wanted to travel the world. London would've been my first stop, but I guess that's been fulfilled now.

I looked from my left to my right hundreds of times; taking in every piece of scenery I could manage. Harry watched me the whole time with a look that made me feel uncomfortable, but I just shrugged it off. I was too consumed by everything. We continued walking and the biggest park I had ever seen came into view.

"We're here," Harry spoke, squeezing my hand lightly.

The entrance was covered in shrubbery to give it that rustic look. There were stone pathways leading in every direction, but Harry chose the one going straight. I had no choice but to follow him.

"Welcome to Hyde Park," he smiled down at me.

I was at a loss for words. "I-It's beautiful," I said breathlessly.

Harry kissed my cheek gingerly and lingered for a bit to whisper in my ear. "Like you."

I giggled and looked at the gorgeous fountain we had come upon. Water was sprouting from the middle and all of the sides, giving it a graceful look. This time, it was me who led Harry to the fountain. I took a seat on the edge, but Harry kept standing. Tiny droplets of water would hit my arm on occasion, and with the sunlight glaring off of my skin, it looked like it was sparkling.

Harry released my hand. "Stay here. I need to tie my shoe."

I looked down to find that he wore white converse. The shoelaces on one were strewn in opposite directions, waiting to be tied together again. I waited patiently as Harry walked over to a nearby park bench and lifted his foot to tie his shoe. His back was turned so that he could not see me. That's when a thought passed my mind.

I could run right now and he wouldn't even see me.

My heart rate sped up. Now was my chance. I could run in the other direction, towards my freedom. I could return to my dad and friends. This could all be over right now if I just ran away. But as I watched Harry tie his shoe, oblivious to what I was thinking, my stomach turned to knots for him. Everything about him was perfect and I was pretty sure that I loved him.

He's destroying you, Veronica. You need to get out while you can.

I was torn. I didn't know what to do. I missed Dad terribly, but Harry was so good to me... As I finally decided what I was going to do, I felt a presence come up behind me before I could even get up from my sitting position. I turned to find a boy standing beside the fountain. He looked at me with a sly grin, taking in my appearance. His shaggy blonde hair fell in his eyes and he pushed it back. I have to admit, he was attractive, but nothing compared to Harry.

I was shocked by the fact that he was looking at me in such a sensual way. I wasn't anything to be looking at. Not with all the other pretty girls strolling around the park. Of course, it could that I was wearing a mini skirt. Yep, that's what it was.

"What's a beautiful girl like you sitting all alone?" He asked, joining me on the fountain.

I glanced from my peripheral vision to find Harry still turned around. How long did it take to tie a dang shoe? The boy placed his hand on top of mine, rubbing my thumb gently. I didn't move due to the shock I was experiencing.

"What's your name, darling?" He shifted closer, making me uncomfortable.

I didn't want to tell him my name. So I lied. "Sky," I quickly spoke, adjusting my skirt that I could've sworn was getting shorter by the minute.

The boy placed his hand on my thigh and my body went rigid. Uh, Harry? I need you right about now!He leaned closer and I could feel his breath fanning across my cheek.

"Well, Sky. I can keep you company." His hand traveled further up my thigh and my eyes widened. I couldn't move.

"Get your hands off of her," a stern voice stopped his hand from moving. I looked to find Harry looming over us, anger flaring in his eyes. I could almost see the steam swirling from his ears.

The boy just chuckled and looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow. "And you are?"

I gulped, preparing myself for his answer. The boy's hand was still placed on my thigh, but he had leaned away from me to answer Harry.

"I'm her boyfriend," his fists clenched and I willed him to remove this guy's hand.

Boyfriend? More like kidnapper or stalker.

The boy looked at me. "Is this true, sweetheart?"

Harry tensed when he called me that. It looked like he wasn't the only guy who'd touched me now.

I nodded and scooted away from him, standing to join Harry. He immediately wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me protectively. I was glad for this because I didn't like this boy one bit.

The boy stood with me and gave me a flirty wink. "Next time."

Before I could say anything about the situation, Harry pulled me behind a statue, away from the public, squeezing my shoulders tightly. "You know you're mine right?"

He looked worried, as if I was going to say no. What else could I say? "Yes," I said softly, shocked by his sudden roughness.

"I need to hear you say it."

I tilted my head in confusion. Really? He wanted me to say that I was his? Wasn't that clear already?

"Say it," he slightly shook me, tightening his grip.

"I'm yours," I finally said, not knowing what else to do. "I'm yours, Harry."

Then, he kissed me fiercely. I had no choice but to kiss back. This reminded me of two night ago, when Harry and I almost...

"I need you. Now," he interrupted my thoughts. I was pulled from the ceramic statue and led out of the entrance to the park.

My stomach tightened because I knew what would happen when we got home. And to be honest, I didn't know what I was going to do.



Harry was out of his shirt before he even closed the door and locked it behind him. I didn't want this. Not now. Not like before. But I just didn't know how to tell him. He came at me with longing in his eyes and caught me in a kiss.

Before he could take it any further I wriggled out of his hold and ran to my room, shutting the door behind me. I exhaled, but wasn't at ease yet. Harry could still come in.

"Veronica?" I heard him say, and then my door opened. I backed up to my bed and froze. "What are you doing?"

"U-uh," I stuttered, looking around the room for any escape. My eyes landed on the bag of Chex Mix lying on my bed. I snatched it up and shoved a handful in my mouth. "Eating," I said with my mouth full. I was hoping to make myself less appealing to him.

He chuckled deeply and stepped towards me, taking the bag from me and setting it aside. "You can eat later."

He dipped his head to my neck and left little kisses all the way to my lips. I shivered each time his lips grazed my skin, closing my eyes.

No, Veronica! Pay attention to what you are about to do!

He then touched his lips to mine and I kissed him back. We moved together in sync. That's when Harry started to slide his hands under my shirt, playing with the hem of the fabric.

I gasped and pushed him away. "No. I can't do this."

Harry looked at me with pleading eyes, still holding me. "Just give in, Veronica. I know you want this."

Who was he to know what I want and didn't want? "No. I don't."

I pushed him farther away. His eyes showed disappointment. It was almost heartbreaking to look at him. "Don't push me away, Veronica. You feel something for me. I know it."

He knew? Crap. I was in deep. It had almost been a month and I had already given in to his charms. I was weak for being in love with my kidnapper. But it felt so right. I looked at him again, trying to find the right words to say.

"You're right, Harry," I finally said. Harry looked surprised even though he just said that he knew. "I think... I think I love you."

He inhaled sharply from my response. I even stopped breathing for a moment because I was shocked that I admitted my feelings to Harry. Now he knew for sure. And I was screwed.

"What did you say?" He asked in disbelief, taking giant steps so that he was holding me again.

"I-I think I love you," I said, lips quivering. My eyes scanned his expression, and I could tell he was the happiest he had ever been since I'd known him. "Which isn't a good thing. I'm supposed to hate you. You are my kidnapper after all."

He brushed my cheek with his thumb. "Don't say that. I take care of you, Veronica, and I love you with all my heart."


I leaned my head on his chest and sighed. "But I'm not supposed to feel the same way. It's... it's wrong."

"It's never wrong to love someone. Love is a precious feeling that's meant to be felt," he kissed my forehead.

"No," I protested, tears starting to form in my eyes. "I can't do this."

Harry cupped my face in his hands, gazing at me lovingly. "Yes you can. Don't be afraid to embrace what you feel."

One last tear escaped my eye and Harry wiped it away. And then we kissed. And when we kissed, I felt like I meant something. My heart soared and I relaxed a little, leaning in to the kiss. It was one of the best I'd experienced with him so far. It was out of this world.

I ran my hands through his curls as he hoisted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and Harry carried me out of my room all while our lips were still locked together.

We made it to his bedroom and he sat me down gently. "When you're ready, I'll be waiting with open arms."

I knew what he was implying and was glad that I wouldn't have to do anything just yet. But I had a hunch that my emotions would get the best of me and it would happen soon.

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