When Times get tough (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

“I can’t live without you, Raine!” He called out to me. I wish I could see his face.

“Don’t be silly! Of course you can” I scowled at him.

“I won’t live without you, Raine” His hurt was filled with hurt.

I stopped, and turned to face him. He was now only several meters away. Unfortunately, he stopped as well.

“Don’t do something you’re going to regret” I warned him

“Too late” He pulled out a gun and held it up to his head “I love you, Raine” were his last words before he pulled the trigger.

Did he just…?

I ran over to his limp body, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I was emotionless. So emotionless in fact, that I couldn’t bring myself to cry. I didn’t even know who he was.

Wait! Now was my chance to finally see his face! I leaned down and tilted his face up towards mine so I could examine his features.

When his face became clear I nearly choked. It was him.

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“HARRY!” I screamed as I jolted up from my sleeping bag. I frantically looked around for someone, but no one was there. I was all alone. Why had everyone left?

“Oh my god are you ok?!” Harry ran into the room, and dropped to sit beside me.

I didn’t reply.

“Raine? Please answer me” He searched my face for any sign of emotion.

“I’m sorry” I mumbled, and ran out of the room to find Layla. She could help me.

“Layla! Where are you?”

“In the kitchen!” I heard her yell back.

I desperately made my way to the kitchen and when I found her, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door.

“I’m sorry guys, we have to go, we’ll be back later” And with that, I pulled Layla out of the kitchen and back across the road to our house, away from five confused boys.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Layla demanded once we were back in my bedroom after saying a quick hello to my parents “First I hear you scream out Harry’s name, and then you drag me away from One Direction’s house!”

“Layla, the dream” I began sobbing

“What about it?” Her expression softened.

“I saw h-his f-f-face” I managed to stutter out.

I had told Layla about this dream many times before, and she knew how it affected me. It just seemed so real.

“who was it?!” She gripped my shoulders

“It was…-h-him…”

“Who? Just spit it out

“It was him…It was Harry”

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Sorry guys, crap chapter, I know… but I promise the next one will be longer!(: happy reading…I can’t wait to upload chapter eleven!

-- Jess (PS. Follow me on twitter)

@IndieRose74

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