//Left Handed//1D Fic

26<New Place, New Face>

I'd like to say the party was august 22, but im not sure. I'm just an inconsistent aśs bîtch so I probably said some next shît.

Assuming that the party was that date(correct me if i said otherwise) it is September 15th when they left plus another 2 weeks of being away, its now September 29th.

While we were here, I barely went outside as much. This new place was again, singled out. But unlike the other two, it wasn't something they'd owned. I wasn't even sure if they owned the other two, I feel like they just moved there because it was empty. This place was also smaller than the last house, but bigger than the first. The downfall was there was only 3 bedrooms and 9 of us so we had to compromise with 3 in one, 2 in another, 2 in the 3rd and 2 in the basement.

By now, I'm sure everyone thought we were dead. Although me and all the boys were somewhat okay now(minus Harry, Calum, Michael and Liam) no one has kept me updated on the entire thing. They didn't even talk about the situation much past the part where they bragged to each other about how smart their traveling was.

I wasn't sure where we'd been, but I recognized the climate change. The first place's weather was much like the night before, the second one warmer, and this one colder. I've made no human interaction other than with Kiara and all of the boys so I had no way of trying to ask where we were.

Even though I was bummed about this and a bit less hopeful for escape, I was glad for Niall convincing Harry to let him sleep in our room and let Kiara and Zayn have their own room. Those Nights were honestly so peaceful, and something I'd otherwise take for granted if I never experienced what it was like sleeping in a room alone with Harry.

With Niall present, Harry refrained from touching me much. But while Niall was somewhere, any moment I had alone with Harry was scary. He would try to kiss me or feel me up. I hated it so much, but what could someone in my position do?

I had to convince myself that since he unlike many other kidnappers let me regularly eat and shower, I shouldn't think of my situation as so bad. But it was bad enough. And stressful too.

I sighed, holding my breath as I watched water from my hair take over my face. I was weird about showering here because there were only two bathrooms for everyone to use, and I often felt like the wrong person would pull the curtain on me.

I rolled my eyes at the familiar sound of Zayns Vibrating toothbrush starting up. Now, it was just like we were a normal family who shared a bathroom. But we were in no way like a family.

I wish I could somehow share my story.

" Zayn, please turn off the water while you brush. The water gets hot. " I step back from the water, which soon enough started heating up. I had no problem with warm water, especially with the chilling weather. But I couldn't stand the water turning hot, especially if I didn't make it so.

I hear him flick off the water, "Sorry about that. Anyways I brought the dryer in here for you, come down for breakfast soon. " I hear him say like he had a mouth full of spit.

I gag at the thought and nod my head almost as if thought he could see me, " Thank you Zayn, I'll be right down. " I sighed, rinsing every bit of conditioner from my hair. I reached for the lever when I heard him leave.

I grabbed for my towel on the holder outside the shower and wrapped it around myself, doing the same for my hair with another towel. I walked to the mirror and just stared at myself.

Its been about a month since my life was changed, it seemed unreal. Sometimes I just stared myself in the mirror, confused about what the difference between reality and fantasy was. Even now, weeks later, I hoped this was a dream altgough I knew it wasn't and it'd never be.

I began to blow dry my curls missing badly my curl cream. My hair would be entirely too frizzy, but while upset about that I had to ask myself.. who was I trying to impress?

Nobody. Nobody but myself.

But I was unimpressed with myself. How I'd just given up so easily. That was unlike me, but to be fair I was never properly equipped for a situation like this.

I sighed just pulling it into a loose ponytail before looking for my garments, quickly before getting changed into just Nialls sweatshirt and his sweatpants.

With Harrys frequent assault I felt uncomfortable wearing his things so Niall would just offer me his. It never really seemed weird for me to be wearing a boys clothes that wasn't my boyfriend. Hell, I've never gotten to the sweatshirt stage with any boy.

If I could be honest with myself, I'd preferred Nialls company over any other. At least in this situation, I had someone who supported me even if they weren't going through what I was going through. If I ever get out of this alive, I'm afraid to say I wouldn't want Niall to go down for them kidnapping me.

God, I'm so selfish. Acting like the entire situation revolves around me. What about that boy? His family?

I sighed, reaching for the door handle, exiting the bathroom. Although it was breakfast time, I was much into sleeping now-a-days. I didn't really seem into much else and honestly could you blame me?

The boys and even Kiara found themselves playing boardgames sometimes, and the times I wasn't forced by Harry to play, I took the opportunity to get a moment alone only to be forced to do something much worse than a boardgame by Harry. Life was a mess here.

I walked to last the bedroom and opened the door to find Niall packing up his hoodies and other clothes. Was he.. gonna leave me? Alone?

"Niall.. are you moving out of the room? " I feel tears in my eyes already. I never wanted to be alone with Harry at night ever again. I never thought I would be.

He turns his head to me before nodding, shattering my heart completely. "We both are. Harry's got some girl coming to stay with him for a while so we've got to sleep in the basement with Cal and Michael ". My face fell at this response.

Harry was bringing a girl here. In this room. No, fûck him.

I knew I didn't like him. I couldn't stand him. But it just feels weird that he'd rather someone else come over and me leave.

Don't get me wrong. I was thankful, just confused. Was she coming today?

"Don't worry. It's nice down there. And Cal and Mike are pretty chill. " Niall shrugs piling his clothes on his forearm, resting his hand on top to secure it. He doesn't break eye contact with me because I haven't yet responded.

" You also don't have to endure Harry anymore? " He tries, and I finally get up the courage to speak, but not about my confusion of why Harry was bringing a new girl, and not about my discomfort with Calum and Michael after that day they caught us trying to run away.

" I'm glad. About everything, really. " I nod my head, supposing it would have been worse if my first assumption were true. I should have known Niall would never leave me voluntarily.

He smiles walking up to me, reaching behind my back, " And we finally get more privacy. With the basement being so big, maybe we can discuss us?".

Us?

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Thoughts??