Love Trap (Slow Updates)

Sixty.

Aria's pov;

When I get out of class, I hear Harry follow me out of the tall building. "Aria, wait up" 

"What?" I asked him.

"Aren't we going to... I don't know, do something together?" He asked me.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do. We can talk later if you want" I said.

He knitted his eyebrows in confusion, but then shook his head lightly, as if he was trying to brush off thoughts. "Okay, I guess. I'll see you later" 

"Okay, bye" I smiled.

He raised a brow and looked at me in the eyes, searching for something. "No kiss?" 

I rolled my eyes at him and pulled him by the nape of his shirt, crushing his lips on mine, for a kiss that he will remember as long as I'm gone. Slow and mellow. I pulled away from the kiss and got my helmet on. "Bye, boyfriend" I smirked and started my bike.

I feel like he senses every time something is wrong, or whenever I am up to no good, or up to something that is quite dangerous. It's like he just knows. But if he sees I don't want to talk about it, he stops, he doesn't push me to my limits, which is good for me but bad for him, because curiosity and worry must be killing him.

I got to the training center and met the guy who I talked with on the phone, his name was Daryl, he was going to be my teacher. 

"So, why are you getting a gun license?" He asked me.

I looked around, biting my lip as my nerves kicked in. "I've been through a lot and you just come to a point in life where you just want to be safe and keep others around you safe too, you know? I don't want to be caught off guard with anything. So I guess I'm doing this for safety. I'm not some crazy serial killer of some sort, I swear" I said and he laughed.

"I get it. New York is a dangerous place. But just remember that you need to use it for self-defense, if you really are being assaulted. You don't want to complicate things" He said.

"Of course" I said.

He must be around his thirties, he looks young, but not the same age as me. He was muscular and rough looking, but his eyes seemed to hide a kind soul behind them. I'm glad he didn't ask me many questions, at the end of the day it's none of his business. I need to protect myself, because I swear something is really going on that I need to prepared about. The feeling of danger in my gut, won't seem to go away. I know when something wrong is going to happen. 

Daryl taught me all I need to know and all the safety rules about having a gun and using it. We went to the practical part of it after. I learned all about loading the gun with bullets, disabling it and of course pulling the trigger correctly. He told me that some people like to shoot with one eye open to find the target, while others have both of their eyes open. For me, both eyes open worked better, since I managed to hit the target multiple times. Since because I signed up in a gym and have started doing cross fit, my arms were strong and I didn't have much of a kickback when I shot.

I was terrified when I touched the trigger for the first time. I didn't know what to expect, how it would feel to have control over such a powerful weapon, that can injure and kill with only the pulling of the trigger. The metal was cold beneath my fingertips and it sent shivers down my spine. The gun was loaded and rather heavy from the metal. It felt rebellious to do such thing and almost revelling in a way that I cannot seem to find the right words for. I reminded myself over and over again to not be scared and that the sole purpose of this is to keep myself and others safe in dangerous situations that can happen ahead.

I didn't meet Harry that day, I told him I needed to sleep and work on my project which was true. I soaked myself in the bathtub, wanting every demon and thought in my head relax and let the cells of my body calm down. Lately, the days that have passed by, haven't been tired by the actions that I have been executing, but from the emotional importance of them in my soul. All I have been doing has been critical. Going to classes to finally pass college, helping Harry with his music contract for him to have a good future and trying to find out who the hell is coming for me.