Consequences of Falling in Love With a Frat Boy

Storm Front

Chapter 88

Niall POV

“Niall!” yells Mel as the gunshots sound off around us.

“Stay down!” I yell as I drop my arm over her shoulder to shield her.

A useless movement, yes, but I didn’t care; I rather I get hit with a bullet then her. Reaching behind my back I pull out my lucky pistol and pull the clip back. Propping myself up on one knee I quickly lift above the bar, giving off 6 rounds, before dropping again. I repeated that 3 more times when Harry says in my ear,

“Niall come in do you hear me? Niall!”

“I’m here!” I yell.

“Zayn and the boys want to rush the scene, give me a sign and will swarm in.”

“No! Stay at your stations, this can’t get out of control.”

“It’s already out of control!” yells Liam.

“Just do as I say! We’re going to need a distraction; I need a car. Something fast.” I say.

Distant voices sound muffle within the chip as I stand again firing 6 more shots before reloading my clip for the 3rd time.

“Max is getting you a car now, what’s the plan?” ask Harry.

“I need you to give me storm front.”

“Thunder?”

“Cloudy.”

“Where?”

Looking around towards the door me and Mel first walked through I spot a window just above it as I say, “There’s a window above the entrance, toss it through and me and Mel will run out, but I need the damn car!”

“Max is pulling up; storm cloud will roll in, in T-minus 2 minutes, so get ready.”

Throughout the gunfire I hear a loud engine pulling up outside as Mel screams. Jerking my head towards her so fast I thought I broke my neck, Mel sat there gripping her side as blood drenches her shirt, and began covering her hand. Anger flared within me, they fucked with the wrong person. Pulling out my second pistol from around my ankle, I loaded and cocked them both back as I stood firing round after round. Somewhere in-between the 5 minutes Mel and I were behind the bar 15 more guys came in firing in our directions. Picking my targets quickly I began firing before they had the chance to pull the trigger. One by one each guy fell, whether it was from a death shot, or gunshot wounds, I didn’t know and didn’t give a flying fuck. Dropping back down I ran forced Mel to look at me.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

Behind tears she nodded as she says with pain coursing a crossing her face, “I’ll be okay.”

Glancing at my watch I say, “I want you to count from 20 and once you get to 1 take a deep breath and hold it. I’m going to get us out of here.”

Nodding she began counting down as I raised my arms firing a few more shots. The engine outside roared, as tires screeching sounding like they were fleeing the scene as 3 black balls flies through the window, one landing by the guys, one by some tables, and one on the side of the bar where me and Mel sat. Mel and I’s eyes lock onto the ball as she says, “4,3,2,1.”

The balls exploded as thick smoke clouds the area, the gunfire’s slowed to a stop as I stuck both guns in the back of my pants. Grabbing Mel by her arm I pulled her up, trying to be careful not to draw anymore unnecessary movements to her side, shielding her as we both coughed running to the door.