Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

50:Wake up.

Raelynn

"Harry, what is going on?!" I cried, we were running in the parking lot to Jakes car.

"I- I don't know." He stuttered, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was following.

We hopped into Jakes car and sped off out of the garage. The sound of gunshots and glass shattering as well as my screaming was heard. Harry put my head in his lap and covered me with his.

Jake was screaming, and driving faster out of the garage. Once we were out and blocks away the shooting had ceased and Jake was groaning in pain cradling his left shoulder.

"Oh my god!! Harry, he was shot!! He was shot, Harry!!" I was freaking out, I started punching Harry. "Help him!! He can't drive like this. Pull over, Jake. Harry, you drive."

"Raelynn, I'm gonna be fine. I'm almost to Harry's place. I can drive the rest of the way." Jake said, grunting in pain as he tried to move his arm.

"What?!! Look at your arm, you are not fine. Jake, there is so much blood on you, more than there should be. Something is definitely not right."

I was scared for my best friend, my brother. He was shot. I don't know, what I would do if Jake died or something? Harry, damn sure wasn't mentally stable enough to handle me.

"Baby, look at me. Calm down." Harry soothed rubbing my thigh, "He's gonna be ok."

"Don't touch me!!" I screamed in his face, "Help him!! Harry!! Fucking help him. He's fucking bleeding too much."

Next thing I know, the car swerves and we crash into a little café. I look at Jake and his head in against the steering wheel, he's unconscious.

I gasped, my eyes watering with tears. "No.. No.. No, no, no. Jake!!" I shook him gently, "Jake, wake up, please Jake. Don't die on me." I crawled into the front seat and sat him up straight.

"Raelynn.."

"Harry.. he's not answering me." I cried, "Jake, open your eyes. Open your eyes." I held his head against my chest, my lips pressed against his forehead. "Wake up.. please.."