My Life For Yours

Chapter 3.

Harry POV

"Did you hear? Some chick brought a fucking gun," on the tour bus back to the hotel Niall corners me in the area between the main space and the bathroom.

"Yeah, I know, she attacked me." I say, moving around him.

"That's not what happened," Louis yells from a couch.

"How would you know?" Niall scoffs.

"Yeah, this woman gra--" I start before Liam interrupts me.

"Security already briefed us, mate. Calm down."

Louis props himself up with an elbow. "Oh, he's not excited because someone could have died, he's excited because of that, may I say, tantalizing young woman let him inside her pants,"

"That's not what happened!" Niall yells. "She just wanted me get her phone out of her pocket and find her sister,"

"You probably found a lot more than that, eh?"

Niall moved to hit him. I ignore them and get Liam's attention.

"Does anyone care that someone attacked me?" I ask.

Liam shakes his head. "No one attacked you. Tom told me that the girl who pulled you down was trying to get you away from the gunman--gun-lady, I guess."

"What?"

Liam gives me a weary look. "A woman snuck into the meet and greet with a gun, a different woman saw her, she tried to get you out of the way, security cleared the actual threat, and Niall waited with your hero's sister until she was done talking with security. Is that all?"

"Yeah, but somebody made it into the arena with a gun in the first place! Doesn't that scare you?"

"If we can't trust Tom and the guys to protect us, then what do you propose?"

My anger blooms. "Just because--just--I...don't you ever get tired of all this? Just the idea of needing to be protected makes me sick."

Liam waves me off. He's heard this speech too many times to take it seriously. "Just be grateful for what we have, eh?"

I'm too tired and irritated to talk tonight. I find my bed and pull the curtain black-out closed, and don't sleep for a long time.

I have these dreams.

They're not exactly recurring because they're a little different each time, but the gist is the same.

I am standing in the sun. My back warms slowly, and a cool breeze brushes my hair out of my face. Everything is calm. The air is tangible, like I'm swimming in the sky. That part is always the same. Tonight, the calm breaks, and a woman pushes me to the ground. She doesn't say anything; just looks at me, before shaking her head and leaving.

I wake quickly, cover my head with blankets and try to calm my breathing.

When I wake up for real, the tour bus is empty. Everyone must have slept in the hotel and didn't bother waking me. I get dressed and walk into the hotel. It's easy, considering the bus was already parked in the underground parking garage. A concierge tells me the room number.

The door is locked, of course, so I have to knock and wait for someone to open it, like a twat. One of the PAs gets it. There are several attached suites, with a living room in the center. At least, I assume it used to be a living room. At the moment, it's Niall's walk-in closet. His clothes are everywhere, and he rummages through a particularly large suitcase.

"What's going on?" I murmur, half hoping that no one will hear me and I can go walk around without being noticed (as if).

"Have you seen my phone?" Niall asks without turning around.