//Left Handed//1D Fic

31<I'll Turn My Head>

I didn't entirely feel as safe around Niall as I did before, although I should have never in the first place. He was a criminal. He made me feel safe, but it was foolish of me to think that he was. Safe that is.

There was no way in hell that he was forced to do something like that. He could've rebelled. He could've lied and said that his parents didn't want him hanging out with him. He could've been his own independent person. He could've done literally anything!

But he didn't. He didn't care that Harry had just hurt the girl before. He didn't care to think about the terror she was in. He didn't think about the humiliation she might've felt. All I could do was empathize with the girl.

I know exactly how it is to have Harry's strong hands hold you down, and his harsh whisper telling you to calm down. I know the racing and the pain in your chest, I know the pain in your head. I know the pain and discomfort, and I know how it felt to not be able to do anything about it. I know the feeling of feeling broken afterward. I knew it all. I knew what the girl felt.

To think Niall could do something like that absolutely destroyed me. I didn't personally experience it, but I had feelings about him as if I did. Bad feelings.

I'd never be able to forgive him.

So I didn't. I remained silent that night, and soon enough Niall left me in there and went back to the room. The next day, we were split across 3 different rooms and I wasn't in a room with either Niall or Harry.

I was placed with Kiara, Zayn, Michael and Rowan, while the Harry, Liam,Louis, Calum, and Niall were in a room together.

Niall had suggested it, and somehow it all worked out. I still couldn't look at him the same, but I was glad he was considerate enough to keep me from both him and Harry.

I wasn't completely on good terms with Zayn after he slammed me on the floor 3 days before but it was alright because he didn't mention it or say anything to me. I mean, an apology would have been nice but it never happened. I mean, I was cool with it. I still had Kiara for sure, and possibly Michael.

I started to warm up to Rowan after I seen she'd been bruised by Harry on her first morning(when the sun rose after our first night). She was just brainwashed, and he'd been the one to do it to her. She loved him, and although I didn't know when they met I knew it's been long.

Now it was our 3rd day here, and things were alright between us. Most of us anyway. The boys only kept in touch with eachother, while us girls were kept out of the loop. That was alright though, because we were forming a bond of our own.

"What would you be doing if you were home right now?" Rowan asks me, fiddling with a bracelet shed once had on her wrist. I try to think, but honestly I'd be doing regular things. Things I'd taken for granted before.

Walking to school, walking from school, doing homework, eating my mother's home cooked meals. These were things I never thought much of, but right now I was missing these things more than ever.

"Depending on the day of the week it is, or or the time I'd probably either be in bed on my phone, hanging out with Kiara, or at school." I glance at Kiara to see if she had any thing to say. Lately we've not been as close as before but we were still friends, and I still knew her very well.

She spent all her time talking with Zayn, laughing with him, cuddling with him. It was almost as if she'd forgotten the situation we were in. At first it seemed to be a ploy to aid in our escape, but now it was something obviously real.

Under other circumstances, I'd be fine with it. He was sweet to her, gentle with her, and cute. But with him being a criminal who I believe has taken advantage of women before, I couldn't support it. But I didn't really have a say either.