Three words

Chapter ten

Chrissy's POV

It was the deadly gunshots that awoke me this time, causing my ears to repeatedly ring and my head to throb.

This wasn't just a casual West Yorkshire gun fight, this was a big London gang war. I sort of wished the I was in my nice warm bed, covers sprawled across me, raindrops patting on my window. I hated this scene, here and now, just the goriness of it made me almost throw up.

I flickered my eyes open to see crates galore, piled high and mighty, protecting my numb and aching body from visibility. There was something pulling at the back of my mind as I laid there on the cold and damp concrete floor of the warehouse, something that made my stomach churn.

'They aren't people, Chris.'

This made me wonder how Cameron sees this situation, but I couldn't question it; mostly because I didn't even know why they were fighting. My life was taking a nasty turn for the worst, and I'm afraid it might stay at its worst.

I finally regained feeling in my hand enough to feel the cold metal locked In a scary grip. My finger brushed past the trigger and my shallow breaths hitched in my throat. I sat up, later to find that it was a terrible idea, because the concrete floor was the closest I could get to a bed at this moment, that haze was the closest I could get to sleep.

"She's there!" I heard a shout, which startled me. I noticed a man in a black suit running towards me -how do they find suits the most agile clothing?- and immediately stood up. I ignored the dizziness that had been my downfall before, and felt mostly used to my damp and clingy clothing and the gun gripped in my hand.

I raised my arm and pulled the trigger, the man in the extremely uncomfortable suit going down. I have to say, being a paintball master has really paid off.

I saw a blonde and brown streak of hair go by and froze, my back up to the wall of crates. Niall.

Why is Niall here? Well, I should've seen this coming, Zayn was already here, why not Niall? Zayn. The name silently rolled off my tongue like a honey maple syrup. I secretly loved his name, it was so abstract and unique.

This confuses me, why I distract myself with sexy names in the middle of a gunfight.

I don't know why I'm fighting anyways, but when I see Cameron fighting against three men in the far corner of the warehouse, it's a bitch be gone moment. Boom boom and they're dead. That's basically all it took. Cameron looked over at me in shock but then smiled and nodded, beckoning for me to come. I ran through the gangster/men in black people and made it to Cameron, my gun ready. I didn't know where Zayn was, but I could imagine his beautiful hazel eyes watching me. I coughed and shook my head, pushing all thoughts out of my mind.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling me behind another wall of crates.

"I..." I breathed. "Hate Suits."