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Harry's POV

"I'll be back." I told Selena.

I got the keys and ran out the door. I swung the driver's door open and plunged the key in. I set the car in reverse and reversed out of the driveway. I pulled it into park and drove down the cracked concrete. I took a left onto Willow Street, then a right onto Hallow Avenue. I pulled into Zayn's driveway and parked my car. I got out and ran to the door and banged on it over and over gain, until Waliyah answered the door.

"Bloody hell Harry!" She yelled at me.

"Where's Zayn?" She looked back into her house.

"I have no idea, sorry." She pouted.

"Do you know where he could be at?" She shook her head, until a light bulb went off.

"Check Deadly Building. It's an abandoned building by Newpoint. He goes there to think all the time. That place has been vacant for 29 years."

"Thanks Wal." She closed the door.

I ran to the car and thought of the direction to 'Deadly Building'. I ran up the stairs to the upper building and onto the roof. I saw Zayn standing there with Johnny in his arms, as Ariana had Justin's arm around her neck with a gun aiming at her head.

"Please, Zayn. Can you just let them go?"

"Why?" He began to circle around me.

"Why should I do something so selfish?" He began to tease me.

"Zayn. Please, just can we just talk about it?" I begged.

"Asking for mercy? Yeah, your fiancé had all of that." He said laughing at Ariana's direction.

"Please. All I want is to leave here safe. We can just forget that this ev-" He cut me off.

"No. I make the decisions here. You follow my rules." He aimed the gun at me.

"Where's my $30,000 I told you to get me?"

"I didn't get it."

"Oh Styles, you're just making it harder for you and your," He caressed my son's cheek.

"family." I heard Ari gasp for air as Justin tighten his grip around her neck.

"Please. This is all I'm asking for." I felt the tears in my eyes form.

"That does seem like the right thing to do." I let out a sigh of relief.

"But I'm not the type of person to do right things, am I?" He came closer to me, aiming the gun directly at me.

"Please. I'm begging you Zayn." I saw Justin and Ariana move closer.

"You don't want your little boy to wake up, right?" He smirked at me.

"Please." I heard a click come from the gun.

I closed my eyes as all the memories of my life flashed before me. When I first met Ariana. How I first held my child in my arms. How I cried non-stop when Ariana didn't remember me. How I cried, as I was holding my fiancé in my arms when she 'died'. How her and my son changed my life. I could feel the trigger almost being pulled.

"No!" I heard Ariana's voice.

Zayn pulled the trigger. I felt a body fall on me. I was afraid as to what my eyelids were hiding. I heard feet scatter and Johnny's cries. I opened my eyes. All I saw was my fiancé in my arms. The blood was coming out of her stomach, where the bullet hit. I was speechless. I was scared.

"N-No." I shook my head.

"Please, no. Not again. Ariana, please." I watched her as she was moving in pain.

"Ariana. Please you ca-" She cut me off.

"Hey. I'm fine." Those words brought me back to the memory of this exact scene, before she died.

"No. Why did you do that?" I said.

She took a breathe, as I was observing how strong she was. I could see the blood coming out of her mouth. And tears were streaming down my face yet again. I felt her hand touch my face. It felt good to feel her touch.

"I did it because-" She cut herself off.

"Because I made a promise." I held her closer.

"A promise to be a mother." I stroked her face.

"A promise to be a wife." I felt my pants soaking in all the blood.

"A promise to sacrifice." She was crying.

"Take care of our son." She said.

"N-No don't say that. Don't say that. You're gonna make it. Y-You're gonna make it."

"I love you both." It happened again.

"Ariana. Ariana, please. Please get up. We have to go home." I shook her a bit, hoping for a miracle.

The scene mimicked the time before. I held her closer and stroked her body. I kissed her temple, as I listened to Johnny's cries. It was exactly what I was feeling. And it sucks that it happened before, and I can't do anything about it. Nothing.