Hitman |n.h|

46

Amber's POV

I watch him.

And he shines.

He doesnt even know how much I watch him,or maybe he does,and he just says nothing about it.

We were on the next flight to Russia,only because Liam knew some people out there and we had a solod place to crash.

I look out my window and smile at the clouds,wrapping my sweater around my torso more tightly.

When you finally let go of the past,something utterly amazing will come along-and soon you'll forget all the regrets and grudges.

My mother always told me,

"You were born with the ability to change someone's life,dont waste it."

And I never fully understood what she meant,not until I was put into the predicament I am currently in.

I've come to terms,and accepted how certain things will never go back to the way they originally were.

And I think of everything that's happened so far,and realize how much I should be grateful for.

I could've been dead right now,or have been treated like a servant,but that wasnt the case at all.

Something that was supposed to be taken out of context wasn't,and for that I'm eternally grateful.

Through this journey,I've made close friends.People who care about me and my well-being.My safety.Good friends are like stars. You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.And I kow they'll always be there.Thats the one thing I'm positive of.

But the ultimate lesson we all must learn is unconditional love, which includes not only with our friends, but to love ourselves as well . I've had to learn to love myself through this adventure.To accept me befofe anyone else.

To be confident and strong enough to make myself happy and proud.

So I did.

This all lead me here,to this moment.

I lead my gaze over to Niall once again,to see him watching me.

I smirk his way and look down,then back out the window.

I faintly listen to the guys and Amy speak of some situations they've been in back and the day,and I smile at their laughter.

I feel a body sit next to me and I shift my gaze over.

Niall wore a white short sleeve shirt with dark jeans and black sneakers.

His eyes were a light shade of blue today and his smile was warm.

"What are ya thinking about?" He whispers softly,putting his hand on my knee.

I look at the contact and smile.

"Everything," I say softly.

He pats my knee and sighs.

"Can we talk about something serious?" He says and turns towards me.

I look at him and nod.

"Yeah,yeah," I reply and he grabs my hand,standing,and leading me to the back of the plane where the only bedroom is.

He closes the door as I sit on the edge of the bed.

He comes over and sits besides me,and sighs.

He looks at me for a while and I watch him intently.He seemed nervous,like something was bothering him.

"What's bothering you? " I suddenly ask and he jumps a little st my voice.

I grab his arm softly,speaking lowly.