Good Gone Bad

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

"I can't find it anywhere Gabs! We've torn your house completely apart, and we've seen nothing" Cassie complains when we all sit in the living room.

I sigh, "I'm sorry guys."

I observe Harry rapidly tapping his fingers across the coffee table, "Gabby, if you were your Mum... Where would you put something important."

I think. I think hard. What is most important to her? Alcohol. "Has anyone checked the liquor cabinet?"

Everyone except Perrie shakes their heads, "I looked. I didn't do a very thorough search, but I looked."

I get up and walk to the cabinet, searching under every single bottle. When I am about to give up, I open the crate holding the beer. There it is, 50,000 pounds.

"Guys! I found the money!!!" I shriek and jump up and down.

Harry walks into the kitchen and hugs me, wrapping those warm arms around my small torso.

Suddenly I hear a loud noise, almost like a gun shot. They are repeated. Screams are heard. Harry and I freeze, he whispers, "Stay here."

I ignore him and walk into the living room, shocked by what I see. All of my friends, every single one of them... Dead. Lying on the ground, dead.

The tears start pouring and I look up at the criminal, wearing a ski mask. I feel Harry behind me, "Don't move" he whispers.

The man with the gun walks towards me, "Your mum left me a little tip. Saying there's 50,000 pounds somewhere in your house. I was just going to grab it and leave. But I didn't need all these witnesses to rat me out."

It takes everything not to just lunge at him and attack, "Take the money. Just please, don't kill us too."

He chuckles and before I know it, the warm pretense behind me is gone, and Harry is lying on the ground with a bullet through his head. "NO!"

The man looks at me and takes his mask off, "See ya!"

Then everything goes black.

"So um what's your name?" I open my eyes.

We are in the cafeteria.

I'm looking at Marcel.

I turn my head to see my friends laughing at the lunch table.

Marcel seems to be waiting impatiently.

"Uh I'm Gabriella. You mean you don't remember anything. How the hell are you alive? How the hell am I alive?" I brush my hand over his forehead where the bullet was just a few moments ago.

"What are you talking about?" Marcel looks confused. Almost as confused as I am.

"Why did you ask me my name? You know who I am Harry." I blurt out before realizing what I had just said.

He spits out his water, "How did you know my real name?" He whispers.

"You're my boyfriend and you told me everything..." I say barely above a whisper.

He laughs obnoxiously, "I am sorry. Although I wish we are, we are not dating. This is the first time I've seen your pretty face."

I abruptly get up from the table and run to the bathroom. What the hell is going on? I think I am going crazy. Once in the bathroom I hear a voice, "Would you really like to go through what you just saw? Do you want yourself and every one of your friends dead?"

I shake my head, looking for the angelic voice. Standing next to the sink, a beautiful woman is standing. She has not a single flaw, "Who.. Who are you?"

She sends me a smile that could kill cancer, "Darling, who I am does not matter. Who you are does though. I sent you that vision, the future, because one mistake could ruin everything. Dating that boy would kill you all."

I blink, wondering if this is real, "So everything didn't happen? It was a vision?"

She nods and gracefully saunters towards me, "It was. And if you would like to live more than three more days from now, I would suggest you stay away from him."

I nod. Before she has the chance to leave, I open my mouth, "Please. Tell me who you are."

Her warming smile returns, "I am your guardian angel. Good luck darling."

When I blink, she is gone.

(A/N: I love you guys for reading this omg.. HOW DO Y'ALL LIKE THE PLOT TWIST? Don't worry though, Harry and Gabby's story isn't over yet. Vote, comment, and read on!)