//Left Handed//1D Fic

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"Wait!" Niall's-who was mere feet from us- voice is sharp and quick. Liam Grits his teeth and angles the gun off of me and into the sky. Thank god.

" Niall, you softie. If you're here to save them, you're going to be dead right with them." Liam warns, shoving Kiara next to me. He menacingly walks up to Niall and puts the gun on his temple.

Niall hardly flinches though. His eyes just follow the gun and his hand reaches for it, removing it off of him.

" Of course not, Liam. I'm tired of this all. Running with them I mean. I want it to stop, and I'm going to help you make it stop." Niall clenches his jaw, meeting my eyes temporarily, only to look back up into Liam's daringly.

A smirk grows on Liams face and is reflected onto Nialls. I never knew at times like this what Niall's motives were. He never gave off a clue, not even a glance to let me know he was joking.

The notes. The notes gave me hope. The notes were all bullshït.

"Be my guest, Irish boy." Liam hands the gun to Niall and he walks up to me. Holding it on my head. Not a word comes from his lips which lead me to believe Niall was just as bad as I thought he was after he told me what happened. Niall was never the innocent one, not even a little bit like a part of me believed.
And it's took me to be near death to realize it.

The cold metal is on my head, and I close my eyes. I hear Liam take Kiara and I can't help but wonder what might have happened if I called the police anyway. Sure I could've gotten shot, but what if I lived. And even if I didn't, what if I'd given my best-friend that chance? I was so stupid for being so slow.

"Liam. I have some unfinished business with Sapphire, if you know what I mean. It's the perfect time, nobody's up. Although nobody would mind, if they were." Niall pulls the gun off of me and caresses my face. With him only in view, I close my eyes again. This couldn't be happening.

I hear Liam laugh, and somebody else's laughter too. But it wasn't one I could immediately recognize.

"Nobody except Harry, mate." My eyes flick open immediately and my heart plunges in my stomach and through the floor. Why me? Why couldn't my escape have run smoothly?

Niall's inhales sharply and turns around to face the monster I now know as, Harry Edward Styles. I'd have thought learning everyone's names from the notes might have made a difference, but no. We were ultimately doomed. That information was given to us to tempt us, and since we took the bate, we'll meet our fate.

"Harry! You could join too, I-" Niall begins to ramble, but Harry holds up a hand to stop him. His gaze flickers to me and he licks his lip.

"That idea sounds nice to you, doesn't it? Having both of us?" Harry's directly in front of me now. He drags his finger down my jawline, then down my neck before gripping my face all of the sudden.

" Or maybe we should include Michael, since that is his sweater you're wearing. You know Sapphire, when I gave you the privilege of laying with me, I'd never have thought you'd be so ungrateful." Harry scoffs, stepping back raking my whole frame. My eyes are teary at his statement. How could he view it like that?

" You ráped me, Harry. More than once. I didn't want any of it." I cry, my headache growing worse and worse by the minute. Crying would only speed up the process.

He lets out a mean laugh, "But you liked it. You wanted me, on many occasions I could tell. I did you a great favor multiple times, Sapphire. And how do you repay me? Like this." Harry holds his hand out for the gun from Niall, and Niall hesitates but ultimately gives it to him. Harry holds the gun downward.