Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 22

Harry's P.O.V

I spun around and my eyes grew wide. Zayn stood behind Nichole, with his arm around her neck and holding a gun to her head.

She was trembling and frightened, not to mention crying.

I instantly became scared that he would hurt her, so I tried to stop him.

"Zayn, what are you doing?" I asked coming closer.

"Come any closer and she's dead." He told me. She cried out when he said that and I was desparate to help her.

Nichole's P.O.V

I trembled in Zayn's arms, but he didn't seem to care.

I was frightened for what would happen and for what is happening.

I cried but he told me to hush.

'Help me.' I mouthed to Harry.

He slightly nodded and looked at something behind us.

What, or who ever it was, he nodded to.

"Zayn, please." I begged him.

"Shut up!" He told me "Now, c'mon!" He pulled me back towards the door.

I screamed and tried to fight my way from him. But he tightened his grip on my neck, making me cry more.

"Zayn, don't." Harry warned him. What's going on?

"Watch me." He said and tried pulling me out the door.

When he got me outside, Harry followed.

When he tried to drag me further, Harry came closer.

"I warned you Harry." Zayn stated.

Before Harry could say anything, We heard a gun shot.

At first I thought it was me, but soon realized it wasn't when I didn't feel any pain.

When Zayn's grip on me loosened, I took the advantage and ran into Harry's arms.

He squeazed me tightly and me the same. He nuzzled his face in my neck and I cried into his shoulder.

"Shhh" He tried comforting me. He pulled away and cupped my face with his hands.

Just kiss me already! I mentally yelled.

I know I'm not supposed to like him, but I don't care. I think I have the privelage tonight.

"You're ok." He whispered. I nodded but I didn't believe him.

What? Do I see tears in his eyes?

"Harry, are you ok?" I asked. "Why are you crying?" I suddenly wasn't worried about myself anymore.

He pulled me back into a tight hug and nodded.

"I just don't want to loose you." He whispered.

What? He.. Doesn't want to loose me? What does that mean?

"Are you two ok?" Louis suddenly apeared out of no where.

"Yeah, where'd you come from?" I asked him.

"Long story, but you two have to catch your flight!" He reminded us.

Liam and Niall apeared behind a car and smiled at us.

"Guys!" I yelled happily. "What are you doing here?" I gave them both hugs. They hugged back and smiled.

"We had some.." Niall rubbed the back of his neck nervously "Unfinished business." He chuckled.

"Yeah." Liam nodded. I looked to where Zayn was standing, but he wasn't standing anymore. He was laying on the ground holding his arm.

"Zayn?" I asked him. He glared at me but I shook it off. He winced for some reason.

"Hey," My mind went to the gun shot I heard. "Who got shot?" I asked them. They all looked nervous but Zayn answered me.

"I did." He said. He lifted his hand from his arm an I saw the wound.

I gasped and instantly wondered who shot him.

"Who shot you?" I asked him.

"I did." Louis answered. My eyes widened and I covered my mouth.

"We uhm.. Have to catch our flight. Bye guys." Harry led me back inside. What just happened?

We boarded our flight and sat down on the plane. Harry gave me the window seat and I covered up in a blanket the lady gave me.

"Harry?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"Why did Zayn want to shoot me?" I asked the wrong question.

"I don't know. I'm sorry you had to go through that though." He looked to me.

Ok, now I'm going to ask.

"Me too." I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. "Hey, I need to talk to you." I sat up straight.

"Talk away." Harry smiled.

"What's up with you?"

"What do mean?"

"Like, You told me you didn't want to loose me, you look at me with a weird look, you care about me a lot more all of a sudden, you act weird around me, you-"

"Nothing." Harry snapped. "Just forget any of that happened."

"How can I forget when it's all I think about?" I stated.

"Well then you're waisting your time. So just drop it." He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

"No. I wont drop it. You're going to tell me Harry."

"No, I'm not. Now just shut up about it ok? I'm trying to sleep." He shifted around in his seat.

"I'll ask you again tomorrow Harry." I snapped.

"And I wont answer you again tomorrow Nichole." He snapped back in the same tone.

"Jerk." I scoffed.

"I know." He stated.

I turned to the window to ignore him, and watched as we left California.

He's such a jerk! Why wont he tell me what's going on with him?

I tell him all my crap, why can't he tell me his?

I can't believe I wanted him to kiss me. I don't even think I did. It was just a moment thing. Nothing special.