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?

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9. Three's a Crowd

I joined Niall on the couch with hesitation. I was on edge due to the fact that he had failed to help me back in the alley, but instead was in cahoots with Harry.

“How are you, Veronica?” He asked with a wide grin. I honestly didn’t know how to respond for two reasons. One: Harry had kept be cooped up so long that I didn’t remember how to carry on a conversation and two: I had so many mixed emotions right now; I didn’t know how I was feeling.

So I replied with the best way I knew how. “I’m fine.”

Niall scrunched his brow together and searched the room intently. A disappointed look played in his eyes when he unsuccessfully found what he was looking for. “Doesn’t he have an XBOX? Come on, tell me the lad has an XBOX.”

He looked at me pleadingly with his sparkling baby blue eyes. I shook my head in response. Harry didn’t seem to have anything like that around here. All he kept were movies and such.

Niall sighed and shrugged. “Oh well. I guess we can talk if you want.”

I gulped, swallowing the hard lump in my throat. Who knew if I could even carry on a conversation with this boy? I didn’t speak and left him to start our friendly colloquy.

“So, how do you like your stay so far?” He asked, leaning against the arm of the couch. His body was turned to mine, so I did the same to make it easier for the both of us.

I contemplated his question. How did I like my stay? For some reason, I got the feeling that he was treating me like I was a guest in this house, not a captive.

“It’s fine,” I replied, using the same word that I used to describe how I was feeling. I just didn’t know what else to say.

Niall looked at me with question. He knew that my response was a somewhat lie. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy being loved by Harry and have him cater to my every whim, but I missed my dad and friends. I looked away from his intimidating gaze to the floor.

“He really cares about you, you know,” Niall spoke to break the now awkward silence between us. He placed a hand on my knee in a comforting gesture.

I flinched away from his touch and curled my knees up to my chin. “I realize that.”

As if on cue, sadness hit me like a slap in the face. My eyes started to fill with water and the droplets fell from them, soaking my cheeks. I buried my face in my knees, bawling to myself.

“Oh shit, Veronica,” Niall cursed. I was shocked by his choice of language because I wasn’t used to hearing it. Harry never used foul language with me. I could feel the weight of the couch shift as Niall wrapped an arm around me, doing his best to comfort my sorrows. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry, Veronica.”

My body trembled with my sobs. “I miss my dad,” I cried.

I heard Niall mumble some other curse words, but then he began to speak to me. “Harry’s not all that bad. I know he kidnapped you, but he loves you and he’ll do anything to make you happy. He may even let you call your dad soon.”

This caught my attention. I looked up with tear-blurred eyes at Niall. His figure was hazy, but I could tell he was worried. “You really think so?” I asked hopefully, slightly smiling.

“I know so.” He reassured me, pulling me in for a warm hug. I returned it, already feeling myself becoming comfortable around this boy.

We sat there for a second, recovering from the crying fit I just had. Surprisingly, I felt much better and I could tell that Niall and I would become good friends.

“Call me, Ronnie,” I said, letting him know of my nickname.

Niall looked confused by my random suggestion and raised a thin eyebrow. “Huh?”

“Call me, Ronnie. It’s my nickname. My friends used to call me that back home and Harry refuses to, so… call me, Ronnie.”

Niall smiled, revealing his straight teeth. His smile was contagious for I found myself grinning like an idiot.

“Okay, Ronnie,” he put emphases on my nickname, “how ‘bout we watch a movie?”

I giggled and it came out sounding super girly. “Sure.”







We ended up watching Grease. After rave reviews from, Nialler, my new nickname for him, he finally sold the movie to me. I had never seen it before so, of course, he practically almost had a heart attack when I told him of my obliviousness. We even talked about each other’s lives. I told him about my dad and he told me about his family. It was really an amazing thing.

The credits rolled and I was sad to see the movie end.

“That. Was. Incredible,” I breathed between each word to build enthusiasm.

Niall laughed his bubbly laugh. “What did I tell you? Best movie ever.”

I concurred, delving into a bag of Chex Mix. Niall followed suit. Throughout this movie, I had come to realize that he was a major foodie. He practically ate the whole bag of chips himself while I sat back and watched.

“I just thought of something super funny,” Niall said, smiling brightly.

I braced myself by swallowing my bite. “What is it?”

Niall almost cracked up before he could even get the first word out. “Why shouldn’t you write with a broken pencil? Because it’s pointless!”

Niall doubled over in laughter, almost tumbling off the couch in the process. I sputtered small laughs from the simplicity of the joke, but they were soon overcome by huge outbursts. We rocked back and forth trying to catch our breaths. It was so hysterical that I almost didn’t hear someone clear their throat behind me.

Niall and I spun our heads around, all laughing ceased. Harry stood in the doorway with a plastic bag in his hands. I was curious of its contents, but decided against asking because the look on his face told me otherwise. His eyes were dark and his mouth was drawn into a straight line. It was like he was… jealous.

Niall shifted uncomfortably beside me and rose from the couch, brushing off any stray crumbs that managed to land on his red polo. “I better be heading home.”

I watched as he took long strides towards the door. He and Harry exchanged a conversation of whispers before he turned to me. “Bye, Ronnie.”

And with that, he was gone and so was my fun. Harry sat the bag beside the kitchen bar and adjusted some stray items that had been moved from their original place. “You two were getting along well I see. He even called you Ronnie.”

I got up from my comfortable position and joined him in the kitchen. “Yeah, Niall is funny. I told him to call me that,” I smiled as I said this. Harry looked at me with an annoyed expression, so I dropped the smile. He was starting to worry me.

He noticed my worried expression and grabbed my hand in his, rubbing tiny circles around my knuckles. “What did you two do while I was gone?”

Now that, I could answer. “We watched Grease,” I smiled, adding a subtle chuckle. “And we just talked. I told him about my old life and-“

Did I really just say old life?

“You mean you opened up to him?” Harry interrupted me. He squeezed my hand tighter and I gasped from the sudden pain.

I didn’t know what to say because I was scared. The look on Harry’s face was enough to make me pee my pants, but thankfully, I had refrained from that.

“I can’t believe you! It took you forever just to even speak a word to me, but you can talk to him like you’re old friends?” His voice grew louder and I cowered from the harshness of his tone.

I whimpered and shut my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see Harry this way. The grip on my hand loosened and I felt a gust of air pass me. When I opened my eyes, Harry was gone. It didn’t take me long to figure out where he had went because the slamming of a door sounded down the hallway.

I exhaled, trying to calm myself. Who knew Harry could be so jealous? It’s not like I was making out with Niall. I stood there for a moment, pondering my options. I could run away and maybe have my freedom, go to my room and wait until he cools down, or go comfort him.

I realized one of my options was rather stupid, but I found myself moving in the direction of Harry’s room. Again, it was like my legs had a mind of their own. There was no sound coming from behind the door, so I let myself in. Harry was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. I joined him, wrapping my arms around him.

What the heck are you doing, Veronica? I thought. I was totally surprised by my actions. Was I really comforting my kidnapper? My kidnapper?

There was a strong silence in the room. So I decided to lighten the mood. “Niall isn’t the one who went to such lengths to kidnap the girl of his dreams.”

Harry slowly raised his head, eyeing me in confusion, but then he smiled. “No. He’s not as dedicated as I am.”

This seemed to make Harry feel much better for he pulled me close to him, resting his hand on my hip. Surprisingly, I felt comfortable in his arms.

You’ve lost it, Veronica.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice at you,” he placed his forehead against mine, “I just, I-“

I grinned, placing my finger on his lips. “Shhh. I don’t need an explanation.”

I saw a spark flare in Harry’s eyes. He was majorly amazed by my sudden interest in him. Honestly, I was too. I had been here two weeks and I had already fallen for my kidnapper.

Yep, you’re insane.

“I missed you today,” Harry whispered in my ear, sending a shiver throughout my whole body. “Now, where did we leave off?”

He locked his lips with mine, kissing me fiercely. I complied, returning his intensity. Harry leaned into me, causing me to fall back onto the bed. His hands dropped to my hips and his lips never wavered once when he slid the zipper of my pants down.

That’s when I realized that I wasn’t ready for this. My eyes shot open in pure terror. I reached for his hands, which were now fumbling with the button on my jeans.

“No, Harry. I can’t do this,” I pushed him away from me, but he didn’t budge. I saw the lust in his eyes. It was practically tangible.

I realized that it took every fiber of his being to pry himself away from me. He sat up on the bed, leaving me lying there with my shirt wrinkled and my hair frazzled. Not knowing what to say, I adjusted myself and headed for the door. I figured Harry didn’t want me to stay any longer since I made us stop.

“Stay,” Harry gently grabbed my hand, pulling me back onto his lap.

I nodded, laying my head on his chest. For some unknown reason, this felt normal. “Of course I’ll stay.”

As I sat there, wrapped in Harry’s arms, I began to feel something that I hadn’t felt in quite some time: contentment.

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