Direct {Harry Styles}

18

Let's rewind a bit.. yeah?

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Lola's Pov

I picked up a bloody man's gun and shoved it into my back pocket. I heard laughter in the distance. I raise my arms straight, my gun in front of my face. I blow the light pink hair out of my face and creep forward. My knees bent. Two men come into view. I know them immediately. My hands start to shake. I pull the trigger. Did I just fucking miss? I pulled it again and now Niall Horan and Zayn Malik are staring at me in shock. Stop shaking! I screamed at myself. I pull the trigger again. Clink. Fuck.

I drop the gun and turn around leaping over lifeless bodies. I turn the corner fast and run straight into unknown arms. I try to grab my spare gun, but he has my in a lock. I scream from shock and lift my leg to kick him. "Calm the fuck down!" he bellows. I keep screaming and kicking.

He pushes me down on the floor and pins my right arm above my head. He pins me down, straddling me, so there's no use in kicking. He grabs my left wrist and twists it, sending pain through my body. He checks it and pins in down with the other.

He looks for my eyes, "what's your name?''

"Lola," I spit in his face and he looks furious, I can't help but laugh. He tightens his grip on my wrists and I refuse to show he's hurting me. I clench my teeth and I hear laughter from above me. Niall looks up and I take this as my chance.

I use all my stength and push him off me, just enough for me to slide out from under him. I sprint away and grab the gun in my back pocket. The stomping gets closer and I turn around fast, smacking Zayn in the face with the gun. Niall is quick behind him and I pull the trigger. Clink. I smash the gun down onto the floor. "Stupid motherfucker! That's why you died!" I scream at no one except the body 50 feet away.

Niall grabs me for the second time and throws me over his shoulder. I try to break loose, but he has me in a tight grip. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I lift my head up looking for a way out, but all I see is Zayn pointing a gun at my head. I laugh at what looks like a broken nose, blood all over the bottom half of his face. "I wouldn't laugh at least my gun has bullets and I don't miss," Zayn remarks.

I throw him my favorite remark and he smirks, "classy."

Niall throws me in the back of their car and handcuffs me to the handle before I can even blink. I scream in anger and tug on my arm furiously which only makes Niall laugh. He slams the door and climbs into the front seat. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

Allison Pov

We've been watching movies all day. We watched funny movies like Hangover and 21 and Over. Then we watched scary movies like Conjuring and Mama. Now we are on Pitch Perfect and Mean Girls is next. I haven't seen any of the recent movies considering I've been locked up for two years. I can tell Harry is getting bored because he started playing on his phone 30 minuets into the first movie.

I catch him looking at me every now and then when I'm laughing or screaming, but I don't care. He starts to laugh really loud. "What are you laughing at?" I peered over his shoulder, but he hides his phone.

"Nothing Liam is just making me laugh," he smiles at me and barely scoots closer to me. I keep watching the movie and about twenty minuets later I hear his phone buzz. "What the fuck?" Harry mumbles under his breath.

"What?" I ask slightly annoyed he isn't telling me anything.

"N-Nothing. I just... I have to make a call," He stutters and scramles off the couch, typing furiously into his phone. I don't hear the door close saying he went outside, so I slowly creep up the stairs to see who Harry is talking too.