//Left Handed//1D Fic

33<Comfortable Silence>

Is so overrated ammirite or ammirite? ;)

The night was particularly silent and dark. No one was up, nor did anyone hear me and Kiara leave the motel. It was almost like they'd all died, but I knew they hadn't, for Zayn was caught curled up peacefully alone in the bed. I suppose at some point Michael might have gone to their cabin because I haven't really noticed him around here since earlier when I got the lunch bag.

Now-whatever time it was- we were the only ones up. Hopefully. Tonight defiantly had to be the night. We had all the materials necessary to enable the plan, all that was left to do was finish this. I flipped over the pile of blankets and pillows while Kiara checked in drawers for the supposed phone. But there was none. I was beginning to think it was a hoax.

But still I willed myself to keep searching. I checked under magazines, in the key cabinets, and even in the fridge. I'm glad I didn't thank neither Niall or Rowan. Both had seemingly lied to me.

" Do you think they lied?" My voice was broken and my mind unbelieving. This could've been a test. And attempting escape was just as bad as doing it. This had to be a test. My eyes blurred and my throat hurt at the thought.

"This was too easy." She mumbles, and at first I think she's talking about the idea of escape. But upon turning, I notice that she was crouched on the floor, having lifted up the carpet. Underneath there was a hole where a wooden floorboard strip should have been. Inside was little baggies of what seemed to be weed, some money, and 2 phones-one of them being mine. I quickly grabbed what seemed to be my phone and began starting it up.

" Hey look. There's a note." I hear Kiara mumble once I've walked away, too happy to be holding a phone right now. I could only imagine what I could've done if I'd known where it was. I turn and glance at her while she reads it, quickly turning back to my phone which was taking long to start up.

"Sapphire, Kiara. By now I know for sure that you want to escape based off of you finding this. In the morning I know that you won't be here. And maybe, we won't either. Me and Rowan-the only two who know about this-are going to try and get some rest. We both know what happens after the police arrive. There is no morning. When you go, we go too. So I thought I'd say I'm sorry. For everything." Kiara began, and at first I wasn't entirely listening. But then I realized that this note was more important to me than it should have been. So I marched over to Kiara and instinctively took the note out of her hand.

"I'm sorry for not saying anything when they wanted to kidnap you. I'm sorry for allowing Harry to hurt you in ways a woman should never be. I'm sorry for us ruining your life. I'm sorry that you get treated like shit by my friends. I'm sorry for having even played a part in that night. I'm sorry for ever falling in love with you, Sapphire. Because me? I don't deserve love. I deserve the heartbreak that comes with not getting it. I deserve the pain of knowing you'd never even like me back. I deserve the pain of having to go away for a really long time and never seeing you again even if by some miracle you did like me back. I deserve anything but happiness. I deserve anything but freedom. I deserve anything but knowing you. I don't deserve anything good. I feel like the best part of all of this, is what comes after you read this note. And that's the part I've been waiting for since almost the very beginning.I love you Sapphire. Make this all end. -Niall"

My eyes moved almost robotically across the note, but unsurprised. I part of me wanted to cry. A huge part of me knew that Niall was a sweet soul, and he truly was sorry. And a smaller part thought he was a criminal, and deserved to go down. After all he's done things that he didn't have to. Things that I refused to speak of. I needed to let that smaller part of me over shadow the bigger some how. I knew what was right.