Serendipitous (Harry Styles) [BOOK ONE]

11| įnnocent

11| įnnocent

"Harry!" I cry out, and Harry quickly turns his head around. Niall and the two other guys break into a sprint after us, shoving through the crowd.

"Fuck. Run!" Harry tries to run but I don't let him.

"I can't!" My leg still isn't capable of running.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Harry and I walk as fast as we can, both ducked down completely and people around us give us strange looks. Harry's arm is around my back so I am basically under his arm. "Can you at least try to run?" He whisper-yells.

"No! It's too pain-" I let out a scream with the rest of the public when two gunshots go off and I immediately hear children wailing. I pray no one is hurt. I ignore the pain and start running ahead of Harry, biting my lip hard as the pressure is agonizing to my ankle. It's extra hard to run when you're handcuffed to someone else.

People around us start running in all sorts of direction, unsure exactly where the gunshots came from but Harry and I both knew.

As the crowd around us breaks apart, we are revealed to Niall and his guys. "There you are," I hear Niall say to himself and I hear the click of his gun.

Harry stops running and pulls me into his chest before grabbing his own gun, not taking a second to aim, and starts firing. Niall drops down behind one of the booth games with the clowns that have their mouths gaping open for you to put a ball in. The clown's head blows off when the bullet Harry sent for Niall pierces it and the ceramic crumbles everywhere.

I block my ears with one ear against Harry's chest and the other with my free hand. Harry keeps firing away, but soon no more bullets leave his gun's barrel and all that is left is the clicking sound from him repeatedly pressing down on the trigger. "Fuck!" Harry curses once again, throwing the gun to the ground in anger and we start running again.

As we run, dodging bullets left and right, I see families holding each other while trying to find somewhere safe to go, and I see at least four bloody bodies on the ground from innocent people who had been hit by Niall. Tears stream down my face and I feel like I'm going to throw up. Those poor people were only trying to enjoy their day, and now their loved ones will never get to see them again. The young boy's body laying in his own pull of blood, couldn't be more than ten years old. He never got the chance to grow up fully, all his effort at school will have gone to waste, and his family will be torn to bits. And I can't help but feel like it's my fault. It is my fault.

I am choking on my sobs the whole time we run, and when we reach the car park filled with people trying to get in their cars to get out of here, I can't handle it no more and sit down against the door of Harry's car. I'm crying so hard that when I open my mouth to say something, all that came up were gasps and I convulse. I can barely see anything through my thick hot tears, but I can hear the screams of terror from those around us.

Through the blurriness of my vision, I see Harry squat in front of me. I bring my quaking hands up towards my face but Harry stops them halfway by grabbing hold of them gently. "We have to get out of here, Alice." He says, sounding gentle yet desperate.

Multiple gunshots going off startles me and I start screaming harder than those around us. They're still shooting. Why are they still shooting? Harry's hands fly up to my ears as he presses hard on them to block out the sound. "Don't listen, Alice. Block it out." Harry yells over my screams. Images of those bodies I saw on the ground in front of me doesn't help. The young boy especially.

My deep breath in through my mouth is shaky and I can't catch my breath properly. I am gasping for air, like I've been drowning in water. My gasps are loud, so loud that I'm scared I'll die from not being able to breathe. Harry places his hands on the back of my shoulders and pushes me onto his chest. I dig my face into his shirt as I release the breath that I was struggling to take and I grip onto his arms tightly. I know it's hurting him but he doesn't say anything and I feel him nuzzling the top of my hair.