//Left Handed//1D Fic

30<The Truth is Worse>

It's been about 30 minutes of the boys calling people and arguing. We were parked on the side of the highway, which pretty soon would mean trouble. If any police were driving by, surely they'd find it suspicious and they'd come up to us.

At this point, it was impossible to say what I wanted. It was impossible to tell where this is headed. Would it all end here? Or would it drag on some more?

"Guys..we.. why don't we go back to the UK?" Harry sounds defeated, like that was his last chance at freedom. But how could we leave the country? How would we go unnoticed? The answer was simple. We wouldn't.

The boys have been silent after the calling and arguing transpired. They've been looking out the window, glancing at each other, showing great signs of stress. I guess even they knew that their little run was just about over.

" Really now? Don't you suppose I've thought of that? Going to an airport is too risky, and we don't have the money for a private jet right now!" Liam shouts, and I could tell that he was slowly going mad, similar to the first night I was taken. He's been mumbling to himself, and I knew at any moment he could decide to kill each and everyone of us to make everything better.

The moon and highway lights illuminated Harry's face enough to see that his eyes were watering. Fearful of feeling bad for him, I look away.

I didn't understand why Harry would cry. He was terrible. I guess what I didn't understand most was why I should care. The only person out of those boys I truly cared about was Niall, but I guess that was just because we were peers.

I suppose we all were. This car was just a bunch of kids, in a situation with an unclear ending.

" I think Dan could help-" The irrelevant girl who's name I forgot starts but Harry quickly cuts her off.

" Precious little Dan, huh? We aren't you. We aren't going to fuck him in exchange for his money so we can get a jet." Harry spits harshly, and the girl glares at him as he spoke each and every word. I never understood why Harry was such a rude guy. As much as I disliked her, I felt bad for him talking to her like this. It was mean and unnecessary.

"No- I- I just thought he'd let us all stay in his motel. Nobody goes there and even though he's not there right now, I have a copy of the keys in my purse." She continues trying to assist, despite Harry's rude reply. Harry opens his mouth, but Louis quickly leans forward from beside me and speaks in place of him.

" Thank you, Rowan. If wouldn't mind, what's the address?"Louis continues his calm tone. He seemed to find it important to not lose his cool, like ever.

I rolled my eyes. So that was her name! How could we trust her?

She leaned from the passenger seat to whisper it in his ear before glancing back at making sure I didn't hear. That bitch! I didn't care to know anyway. Me knowing would make no difference.

Liam nods and we start driving again. The car is filled with silence and anxiety, despite their little problem being solved.

Kiara has been asleep on me between me and Calum, and with her laying on me it was hard to lay on her too. I knew that I didn't want to lay on Louis, so I leaned my head back and fell asleep most uncomfortably.

Hours past and we were finally there. Rowan unlocked an office and we all followed her after parking the car in a place where it'd be hidden to people driving by. Though, the reason that this motel wasn't open was because not many people came around here.