When Ellie finds a strange man beaten up and bloody in an alleyway across the street from her apartment building, the rational thing to do would have been to call the police. But then again, Ellie Waters isn't a rational person.
She is pulled into a...
Everyone is being so nice to me and I'm greatful for their protection, but I am starting to freak out.
Liam probably thinks I'm dead, my mom will maybe wonder why I haven't called or visited, and I know that I'm definitely fired from my job. Not to mention that Im running out of my medication. I haven't been outside since I got here and it's driving me a little crazy.
Everyone can tell that I am getting antsy because I can't keep still for long and I often pace around the cabin almost angrily. The guys and Roxy wanting to hang out with me has made me paranoid that they only want to hang to make sure that I don't take off. Plus it doesn't help that Harry has been gone a lot. Whenever I can catch him before he leaves, he always tells me that it's 'gang business' and that I would only be an 'unnecessary burden'. Honestly this entire situation is pissing me off.
I believe that Harry is purposely avoiding me after what happened between us at the gun range. Which is pretty ridiculous considering that we didn't really do anything so scandalous.
Plus he was the one who initiated it.
*F l a s h b a c k*
Downstairs, the gun range is glorious. There is a room full of guns to choose from, 4 targets against a far wall with the required equipment, and another private room if you want to practice on your own. Niall, Roxy, Louis and Zayn immediately run for the targets excitedly, and Harry calmly walks to the room fillled with guns. While I choose the private room for myself.
Inside the private room is a short wall of guns to choose from on the left. Carefully, I run my fingers over each gun, marveling at their amazing quality. I quickly find my favorite and take it down from the wall.
"A G19, hm? Nice choice, princess."
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I whip around quickly, unaware that anyone had entered the room. Harry gazes at the thick glock in my hand, admiring my selection. "The question is, do you actually know how to use it?"
Anger burns in my chest at his words. Without saying anything, I turn around and load the clip and turn the safety off and hastily point towards the faraway target.
"Wait!"
I immediately freeze as Harry walks up behind me, reaches over my shoulder, and grabs a pair of headphones. He gently places them over my ears.
"You have to be safe, princess." He murmurs.
When I'm sure that I won't get interrupted again, I fire the gun.
The kickback is not too bad, nothing I can't handle but when I look at the target, I quietly curse to myself. The bullet barley hit his stomach and I was aiming for the heart.
I try not to hear Harry's chuckle, as the ass is still standing behind me. "Here, let me give you a few pointers." Before I can protest, his body envelopes mine from behind, surprising me into silence.
He lays his arms over my own and laces his fingers through mine over the gun. "See, you're not aiming properly. Aim a little higher then where the heart is." His arms move mine to the correct placement. I almost start to feel overwhelmed when he takes a hand and repositions my legs, his legs easily slotting between mine. "Yes, just like this. Good. Now, shoot."
And with Harry's lean, cinnamon smelling body pressed almost flush to my own heated body, I pull the trigger.
*E n d o f F l a s h b a c k*
After I successfully hit the target in the heart, Harry swiftly pulled away from me. Kind of like he was coming back to his senses or something. Then he left the room abruptly as if nothing had happened at all. Now he is full out avoiding me like I did something wrong.
Shaking my head, I try to clear my thoughts of the curly headed bastard.
Right now to combat my boredom and my growing irritation, I'm downstairs watching random reality shows. Everyone is out with Harry doing 'gang business' as usual except for Zayn. I'm not sure he's too happy being stuck babysitting me. I'm not too happy about it either.
I feel Zayn's presence behind me before I actually see him.
"Hey, I'm going outside for a smoke, okay?"
Without turning around I mumble some unintelligible response.
Zayn sighs heavily and leaves the room. I don't mean to act like a brat but, I just miss my old life. Sure it wasn't perfect or anything but I sort of had balance. I hear the door open and close, and then I'm left alone with just the sound of trashy women fighting on tv.
***
It's been an hour, and Zayn is still not back yet. It doesn't take an hour to smoke a cig, does it? Paranoia begins to seep into my already half crazy brain.
What if he fell in the lake? What if he tripped and cracked his skull open on a rock? What if... what if the rival gang found us? What if Zayn is dead?
With that last terrifying thought I click the television off and run to the kitchen. Niall showed me where a gun was hidden, just in case I would ever need to use it. I pull it out from behind the toaster oven and turn the saftey off.
Barefoot, I try my best to silently walk through the living room and to the back door. Quietly, I open the door and look out into the grassy area for any signs of danger.
This is where Zayn went, so where is he?
Seeing no sign of him, I cautiously step outside. "Zayn? Zayn, where are you?" Walking further out into the open area, I hear a gurgled cough.
"Zayn?"
Without thinking, I run towards the noise, gun poised and ready. What I see makes me fall to my knees.
Zayn is laying motionless in the grass, blood pooled around him. His face is beaten to a pulp, almost unrecognizable if it weren't for the pink hair. His leg is bent at a weird ankle and I'm not sure if he's breathing.
"Zayn? Zayn? What the fuck happened?" I shake him gently, trying to get him to wake up. "Zayn, you better not be dead, dammit. Zayn!"
"Oh sweetheart, it's no use, he can't hear you now."
I whip around, ready to shoot when something sharply hits my temple.
Then everything is black.
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《Hey guys! Happy New Year! :)
I don't really think this is a cliffhanger, but it also kind of is, so sorry about that.
Also I know nothing about guns and shooting so I most definitely got something wrong lol.
Who do you think hurt Zayn?
What do you think will happen next?
Also it seems like the story is progressing really fast but I promise it's not. I have A LOT more ideas.
The next chapter will definitely be longer than this btw.
