Mission: Marry Harry Styles

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It only took me a second to realize what was going on. Harry was standing in front the signing table, his hands outstretched in an attempt to protect himself. The man in the trench coat wore a permanent sneer as he reached into the jacket, desperately grasping something. My feet moved without me even knowing.

Things started to go in slow motion. The man pulled out a big black gun the size of my arm. He pointed it straight at Harry and closed his eyes before pulling the trigger. A blast echoed through the shopping centre, making everyone else go silent. But this icy tranquility did not last. Harry shouted out and I heard the screams of terror in the hearts of thousands of teenage girls. They became muffled and incoherent as I looked down at myself.

The big burly hands of Harry were clutching at my stomach from behind. I didn't understand. I didn't even know what was happening to me. I couldn't hear or see a thing except for Harry distraught face, calling out for help.

I realized I wasn't breathing and sucked in the air suddenly. That's when I felt it. The awful jab of pain in my gut.

I looked down again to see my blood soaked white shirt underneath my black Armani blazer. I started to cry and felt the soft tears dribble down my face and onto the floor.

Harry gave me support as I fell backwards into his arms and onto the ground.

He stared into my eyes, his expression mixed with love and remorse.

I clutched my stomach, aware of the bullet that was now inside of me.

I had saved Harry's life. And, looking up into his angelic face and teary eyes, I didn't regret in the slightest.