suddenly | little mix

Chapter 10

"LEIGH-ANNE!" JADE SHRIEKED.

Everything seemed to slow down and her eye sight was getting blurry. The bullet flew through the air with ease, cutting through the suspense. Leigh-Anne tried to move, but was too late.

Leigh-Anne screamed in terror as the bullet hit her bicep with so much force, she fell to the ground. Tears immediately started pouring from her eyes as she gripped her right arm. She looked at the wound and looked away again. Flesh was matted and blood was spilling. It was so deep, you could see some of her bone.

Leigh-Anne thought she was going to die. She ripped the bullet out of the wound and threw to a far corner, screaming in agony in the process. Zayn rushed by her side. He looked at the wound with wide eyes, clearly horrified. He snapped out of his daze and ripped a long piece of material off of his T-shirt. He wrapped it firmly around the bullet shot and tied it to stay in place.

As they were doing this, George pushed Jade towards the exit. His arm was soaking due to Jade's constant tears.

"How could you do this?!" she shouted angrily, "She was innocent!"

"Keep walking," George grumbled, not in the mood for her rambles.

"You deserve this!" Jade screamed, while kneeing George where the sun don't shine.

George keeled over in pain as Jade rushed over to Leigh-Anne. She collapsed down next to her friend and hugged her tightly, being careful not to touch her wound.

"A-are you okay?" Jade shakily asked.

"N-no," Leigh-Anne whimpered softly.

She snuggled into Jade, really needing the comfort her friend was giving her. Jade noticed a cut along her arm just under the bullet shot. She knew the glass from the van cut her other arm.

"What happened there?" Jade softly asked, pointing to the cut.

"Ethan cut me," Leigh-Anne simply answered.

"Oh, Leigh!" Jade cried, pulling her closer into herself, while Zayn was still tending the wound.

She kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. She started humming a tune that she wasn't quite sure of, but she felt Leigh-Anne relax.

"Your coming with me," George hastily pulled Jade up suddenly.

"No!" Leigh-Anne shrieked.

"Leigh, stay still!" Zayn said.

"Listen to Zayn, Leigh," Jade said through tears.

George staggered away with Jade still in his arms. Jade limply followed, praying that Leigh-Anne would be okay.

Perrie heard the sound of a door unlocking and her head shot up, as did Harry's.

"You hear that?" Perrie whispered.

"Mhm," Harry replied, eyes locked on the door.

They sat silently, awaiting what was next. The door opened to reveal and old and slender man with greyed hair. He seemed kind enough, but they could never be too sure.

"Edwards, Styles," he nodded towards both of them, "Lovely to meet you. Do follow me. Call me Warren."

He looked at them both when they didn't stand up and Harry soon got the message, pulling Perrie up with him as he stood. Warren kindly smiled towards Harry and motioned them to follow him.

Perrie honestly had no idea what was going on, so when Harry went to pull his hand away from her arm, she gripped it tightly and started to hug his arm. Harry was a bit surprised by the sudden change of attitude she was giving him, but let her hold on anyway because he was actually a bit scared as well.

"I'm glad we've found you," Warren said, "Especially you, Edwards."

Perrie gulped and nodded. Warren turned his attention towards their connected arms.

"Are you two a couple?" Warren asked, with an eyebrow raised.

Perrie's jaw almost hit the floor and she pulled away from Harry faster than lightning.

"No!" she shrieked.

Harry chuckled and smirked at her before pulling a few kissy-faces. Perrie put a not impressed expression on her face, then turned back towards Warren, who looked slightly amused.

"This here," Warren pointed to the room they were standing in, "Is J.A.M."

"Jam? Like bread and jam?" Harry asked.

"You mean as in Jade and Sam's ship name?" Perrie questioned.

"That ties in, Edwards," Warren nodded, "But, no. It stands for Joined Agents Management."

Perrie and Harry both shared confused looks. When Warren saw them, he explained further.

"We're spies, kids."