Assault With a Deadly Weapon || N.H / 1D

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Song recommendation: Slow Down by Chase Atlantic
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"Who's shooting at us?!" Niall craned his neck to look out the window while keeping my head down with his hand.

"It doesn't matter!" I shouted at him. "Get down!"

"I'm fine!" He continued looking for our attackers while Harry swerved all over the road trying to dodge the bullets.

"Niall Horan, stop it!" I reached up with my right hand and forced his head down beside mine. "Are you fucking insane?"

"I'm trying to help!" He whispered-shouted at me. His face was centimetres away from mine. His breath was heavy, luckily he was chewing spearmint gum.

"You're being an idiot!" I fired back, more scared than anything.

"Shut up both of you!" Harry shouted from the front seat. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were focused on where he was driving.

BANG!

A bullet hit the left side of the car right where I was sitting.

"Philly!" Niall screamed, his voice filled with pure terror.  He grabbed onto me and pulled me tight into him. I was tensed up, waiting to feel the pain of the bullet wound in my side, but it never came. At first I thought it was one of those injuries where your nervous system was too shocked to feel any pain, but that wasn't the case. There was no pain. "Are you okay? Oh my god." Niall's fingernails dug into my skin unintentionally, he was holding onto me so tightly.

"It's okay, I'm okay." I assured him, bracing myself so that I didn't fall right onto him while Harry swerved. "It didn't go through." I felt the blood rushing through my head, the engine of the car sounded like a death machine.

"How? What?" Niall was confused as to how I was still alive. His hand moved under the sweatshirt where the bullet should've gone. He pressed onto the skin in amazement. I was still alive... for now.

"The car is bulletproof." Styles explained as if it were common knowledge. "Everything will withstand a bullet-"

CRASH!

"Fuck!" I hid my head in Niall's lap, covering it with my hands. Niall balled himself up over me as the glass shattered around us.

"Bulletproof?!" Niall hissed at Harry.

"I didn't finish. Everything except the windows, so keep your fucking heads down!" He sounded unreasonably calm, almost as if he'd done this before. But there was a slight waver in his voice at the end of his phrases that gave away how scared he really was. He knew he was safe unless a bullet happened to hit a very specific part of the car. He was brave enough to keep his head up, but I knew he was scared. He would never admit it.

"Who the fuck would be shooting at us? We haven't even done anything yet!" Niall let out a heavy breath.

"Those guys." Harry adjusted the rear view mirror. I lifted my eyes to see three black cars following behind us. There were snipers out the windows shooting at us from about fifteen feet back.

"Holy shit." I muttered.

"I'm gonna try something here and I need you guys to hold on." Styles warned us.

Both Niall and I braced ourselves, preparing for whatever crazy shit Styles was about to pull.

"Niall I need you to do something scary." Harry said, digging through the bag in the passenger seat.

"Okay." Niall's voice was steady.

"Here." Harry handed him a gun. "Keep your head down, I'm gonna swing around and I need you to shoot back at them. Aim for the windows."