//Left Handed//1D Fic

5<The Stupid Truth>

I stopped.

" What?! Do you know how old I am?! " I shouted, unable to hide all of the emotions I was feeling. I was angry, I was hurt, I was scared. And right now, he was seeing just that.

How could something so huge and bad happen to me? I never asked to be kidnapped, or even to witness someone get beat up and someone else bleed out on the floor.

" No. Enlighten me. "He smiles a small smile, completely aware of how absolutely terrified I was. He'd completly ignored my questioning and it seemed like he was perfectly okay with him ruining my life.

His face held no emotion even remotely similar to regret or sadness. Not in the slightest. He was so pleased with himself, I could tell.

" I'm 16! I have a life you know?! "I cried out desperately hoping for a miracle. He couldn't see how many lives got ruined in the span of one night. If he could do anything to prevent mine from getting ruined, he clearly wouldn't.

" Nice. " He said plainly, reaching for my hand which I pulled away. He just shrugged and continued walking slowly and in an unbothered manner toward the swings forcing me to follow him angrily.

At this point I didn't care that he was the meanest or whatever. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around his neck and end his life like his friend had done to that boy. Alas, I knew I shouldn't lay a single finger on him. If me and Kiara had even the slightest chance of escape, I knew that that was impossible if we were dead.

I needed to acknowledge the fact that I was nothing compared to them, at least not here. With all five of them playing for one team it'd be impossible for two girls much smaller than them to defeat them. 5 against 2 was unfair yes, but it was something that couldn't change for as long as we were in their captivity. I knew'd be best to not compete in order to prevent loss.

He sat on the swing lazily and carelessly as he began to rock it, staring off into the distance acting as if I wasn't existent, or worth being so. But I was. I was here, and as long as he kept me here I demanded answers.

" Please Harry. Tell me why I can't go. Why can't I go on and live my life? " I crossed my arms over my chest as my voice broke and tears began to fill my eyes. They've seen me cry a bit in the car but for the most part I've been able to keep my composure. But now, I felt desperate. I couldn't give a damn about being vulnerable in front of him, I was either way.

He snaps his head in my direction as if I'd asked the dumbest question in the world. He breaks out into a small smile. I hated how happy he'd let himself be while I was suffering. It wasn't fair nor was it normal.

" Because then we wouldn't be able to live our lives. I mean technically we can't right now but hey, we get to not live our lives together. "Harry shrugs leaning into a more comfortable position, placing one foot up. He pats a spot next to him but I refuse. I'd rather die than to be forced to live some sick twisted story.

" How wouldn't you? You guys don't need me to hide out from the cops. You can get a nice little house far away from here- "

" We do need you. It becomes that much easier for the cops to find us if you're released. "He said in a simple tone as if I was a baby that didn't get anything. One thing was right about that. This entire thing was confusing as hell to me, and I couldn't say I didn't want to take their gun and shoot myself.

" I wouldn't tell. "I grew frustrated. At this point if given the opportunity, I wouldn't tell. I'd have been so grateful to getting out of this alive that I'd be quiet about this for as long as I live.

" Do you think anyone could trust that shìt? Besides, how the hell can 5 guys deal with living their life on the run without a couple girls to keep them busy here and there? "He laughs, picking up a half blunt that had been sitting on a small concrete table next to the swing. This must have been where Louis and he were smoking, I say this especially because of the small blunt piece sitting next to where the one he picked up was.