Backstabbed (H.S)

Chapter 54

A gun shot goes off and I start to panic, my whole body shaking. I'm looking at Harry who has a finger on his pursed lips.

"Har-,"

"Sh," he furrows his eyebrows.

I start to get off the check out table but he stops me.

I frown at him,"We have to hide. Lock the doors," I notice my voice is shaking and my throat is dry like the desert.

Harry quickly but quietly closes the trainers room door and shuffles to me, placing a hand on my back and under my legs, lifting me off.

"Where?" He whispers in my hear. I know he's trying to hide it from me, but there's urgency in his voice.

I start to look around and everything gets caught in my throat.

There's literally no place to hide.

"Oh...um," I start shaking more than I already was in his arms. I want to get down, I want to walk.

"Harry," I grip his shirt and fling my body towards the floor. I feel his grip tighten around me and I almost start crying.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing?" He growls as I keep lifting my leg off his grip.

"I want to get on the ground, I want to walk, put me down," I say without thinking.

"It'll make your knee worse and you're making a lot of noise," he says, panicking.

I press my lips into a thin line when I think about the shooter in the field house building.

Harry slowly puts me down but keeps a supportive arm around me.

My breathing slows as I come back to reality.

"You know we could be the only ones in the building," I whisper, my stomach churns.

Harry purses his lips into a thin line and his shoulders sag.

I look around and notice a closed door.

Limping, I wiggle out of Harry's grasp and make my way to the door, opening it.

It reveals me a dozen things to make an athlete feel better.

I quickly turn to Harry, a weight being lifted off my shoulders,"Harry, c'mon,"

He stares at me for a few seconds before walking into the closet, grabs my arm, and pulls me with him.

I find the lock in the dark and lock the door, jiggling the doorknob just in case.

"Alright," I whisper to Harry,"will this be to obvious?"

He doesn't answer as he links his hand with mine, making my heart flutter.

I try to pull my hand away but his hold becomes firm, making me sigh.

"It's not the-," I start but Harry scared me as quickly puts an arm around and me and presses me against his front and settling his free hand over my mouth.

Everything goes silent and I hear footsteps walk into the room. I hold my breath as a cold rush goes through my bones.

The steps come closer to the door and I'm ready to burst into tears.

A loud knock makes me jump back and make Harry lose his balance for a split second. I stifle a shocked laugh into his hand, knowing we're going to be shot.