Family Ties

He Knew

*Author's Note*

Hey guys, I just wanted to ask you a favor (only if you want to) before this chapter. I have started a tumblr where I usually post quotes from my fics, and I am wondering if you guys could send me some of your favorites from the stories of mine you've read, or if you come across one while reading to let me know :) I thought about posting my actual stories on there but there didn't seem to be any interest, and I kinda like picking out quotes and seeing what people like. If you wanna follow it on tumblr its  "harrystylesfanfiction" as the username. I can't wait to see which quotes you guys pick, and talk to you about this chapter cause I think it's a big one!

Love you <3

Sarah

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Hannah's POV

I felt the weight of Harry's body on top of mine as we fell to the floor, my ears ringing after the sound of a gunshot pierced my ears. The second we hit the ground I felt him lift himself from me, calling my name as his hands cupped my face.

"Hannah! Baby?! Hannah, look at me!" He said frantically as I opened my eyes to see pure panic on his face.

He desperately held my face in his hands, his eyes scanning me up and down as I tried to wrap my mind around what was happening. I couldn't feel much, other than the weight of him on my lower half, and a slight head ache from when my head had hit the ground.

"No, please god. No!" He screamed as he patted down my entire body, looking for where the bullet had hit me.

"Harry..." I said slowly, grabbing his hand as it continued to try to find the wound. "Harry, stop."

His eyes shot up to look at me, his hands immediately returning to my face as he gripped both sides of my head, staring into my eyes as I tried to reassure him I was okay.

"I'm fine." I said breathlessly. "I'm...I'm not hit."

Confusion crossed his face, his brows pulled together as realization etched its way into his features, and I think it was that exact moment where we both realized there had only been one gunshot.

Just one.

If Stanks had shot at me, he'd missed and not tried again. If Harry had shot Stanks, he'd hit him and he was dead. I think that was when we knew that neither was the case.

I looked up at him, noticing the blood sprayed all across the right side of his face, and I knew that someone in that room had been shot. The fact that it wasn't Harry or I was the part that made no sense. I knew Harry hadn't shot his gun because his first instinct was to grab me, and that only left one other scenario.

Harry and I both slowly turned our heads to my left, and the breath immediately flew from my lungs when I saw it. There was blood splattered all over the room, all along the wall behind Stanks' desk, even on the cigar that he was still clutching in his hand. It was then that my eyes fell to him, slumped over his desk with the side of his head blown clean off.

Everything had happened so fast that I'd had no time to process it as Harry stood up, pulling me to my feet as he tried to shield me from the image in front of me. I was frozen and unable to tear my eyes away from it, looking like some gory scene from a movie, except this had somehow become a reality in my life. I was standing in front of not only a dead body, but a gruesome murder scene that had somehow played out in front of me without me even realizing it.

Harry pulled me into him just as my eyes shifted to the other side of the room, and I saw Gucc standing there with his gun in his hand, looking over at us as he took a deep breath.