"-don't you act like you know everything!" A voice in the distance screamed.
"Mate, keep it down." Another hushed.
"Why should I? He took her from me!" The same voice raged.
"What are you talking about?" A new voice asked cautiously.
"She was mine, and you come and just take her." I sit up and rub my eyes, Weird dream. I thought to myself as I stood up and stretched. The hard cold ground had left my neck and back stiff and it hurt when I tried to touch my toes. I found myself thinking back to the voice in my dream it belonged to a drunk person, but who? The dream voice sounded to real and close to be a dream.
"Niall, calm down." Liam said from the front of the store. So it wasn't a dream.
"Calm down?" Niall pauses. "You want me to calm down. Well, the only way that will happen-" There was rustling in the back ground has he was cut off.
"-Niall don't do it!" Michael screams.
"Niall, stop just close the door. We can settle this." Zayn whispers.
I stand up and walk to the front still dazed about what's going on. "What's-" I stop when I see Niall halfway out of the door and all of the boys, except Zayn, were trying to pull him back in. "Niall!" I yell from where I was standing. Everyone stops and looks at me -everyone except for Niall, who takes off running.
"Stop him!" Michael says a little too loudly.
There was a yell in the parking lot after Michael had said that, "Oh my God. Mikey outside now." Liam said grabbing the gun and running out.
I begin to run to the door, when I stop and look back at Zayn. "Aren't you coming?"
"I sprained my ankle." He said trying to look past me. "I can't put any pressure on it."
I look out the door and back at Zayn. "Love, there is nothing you can do out there."
Bang.
"That was a gun!" I said worried and starting to hyperventilate.
Zayn began pushing himself up, "When they come in shut the door and we are barricading it." Zayn said, limping close to the door where the shelves were placed, ready to push them.
Bang.
Another shot fired. I jolt forward in instinct, ready to run out the door to help, before I hear footsteps. "Move!" Liam yells to me and I step aside quickly as the two of them carry Niall in through the door.
"What's wrong with him?" I ask looking at Niall, who was passed out and had a face whiter than a sheet of paper.
"He got attacked. The pain probably is what made him pass out." Liam said laying him down, as Mikey helped Zayn push the shelves in front of the door.
"Is he going to be okay?" I ask afraid of the answer.
"Hard to tell, obviously he won't turn, but the cut is really deep-"
"-it could get infected." Zayn finished. I looked at them both. "That's what we were studying, medicine." Zayn said quietly.
"What can we do?" Michael said walking over to us.
"Well, medicine, bandages, needles; alcohol we have." Liam said looking around.
"Had." Zayn corrected.
"Right, had." He stared off passed me, "I'll go write down what we need." He said standing up.
"Won't you know when you see it?" I ask watching him.
"Zayn and I will be staying here." He said going off into the back.
"Wait why?" Michael asks.
Liam was already walking away, leaving Zayn to answer for him, "Well, I can't exactly run, or walk, so that knocks out going or staying alone with Niall, and if he needs something immediately I can't get it for him. Liam knows how to handle it and can protect both of us if need be." He finished with a sigh and backed up slowly from the door.
"Where are we supposed to get the stuff?" I asked looking from Niall to Zayn.
"Where else," He said gently sitting back down, "the base."
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Okay. Not much to say. Uhm. Short chapter. I know. Sorry.
Word count: 698
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