Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 40

"What are you doing here?" Harry snapped at me.

He's angry.

"I'm not letting them tear us apart, Harry." I walked closer to him, causing him to back away.

"You can't be here, Nichole." His eyes began to water. "Please, just leave." He walked away from me. Ouch. That hurt.

"I'm not leaving, Harry. I'm not going to let them hurt you." I defended. He let out a sigh, and pulled me to the side so no one could hear us.

"Nichole, it's not that easy. These people don't take no for an answer. Now, when they get here, I want you to leave, ok?" He put his arms on my shoulders.

"Ok." I lied. There's no way I'm listening to him. I love him way to much, to let anything happen to him.

"Hello, We don't have all day here!" The guy yelled.

"What's he going to do to you?" I asked nervously.

"Not him, Them." Harry nodded in the direction of five guys, also covered in tatoos, dressed in nothing but black.

"Changed your mind, Styles?" One of them asked. They were a lot bigger than Harry, and looked like they could take him out in one punch.

But their fists, wasn't what I noticed. The one in the middle-the biggest, Was holding a gun. A big, black gun.

"No, I havn't." Harry shook his head, pushing me out of the way. "Go." He mouthed to me, but I didn't budge.

"I'd listen to him sweetheart, unless of course you want to see your boyfriend get killed." The middle one spoke.

"W-what?" I stuttered, not believing what I had just heard. "Killed?"

"Oh, He didn't tell you the deal, did he?" He smiled, looking at Harry.

"Don't." Harry growled at him.

"No," I shook my head. "He said that it was me or him, but he didn't say anything else." I stated. I ignored Harry's eyes, glaring at me. I wanted to hear what the deal was.

"Yep." He nodded. "It's either you get shot, or him. And he said him, so that's the deal." He held the gun, getting ready to shoot at Harry.

"Wait!" I called out, before he could pull the trigger. "Shoot me." I demanded.

"Nichole," Harry warned. I looked at him and he was shaking his head. "No." He said harshly.

"Make up your minds." The guy said, frustrated because he didn't know which one to shoot.

"I told you, me." I told the man. He began to hold the gun up, facing me, and my heart beat increased.

"No!" Harry pulled me away, again before the guy could pull the trigger. "This is my fight, not yours." Harry stated.

"This wouldn't be a fight, if you two would make up your minds." The guy became angry.

"It doesn't matter Harry, I want him to shoot me, not you. I love you too much to stand here and watch you die." I began to cry.

"How do you think I feel?" He began to shout. "I'm not letting you get hurt, Nichole, That's the whole point in this mess." He stated.

"Fine." I sighed, giving in. "Let him shoot you.." Tears poured out of my eyes. The guy holding the gun, nodded, before pulling the trigger, that was pointing at Harry.