Fake - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 12

Harry's: POV

"Wait, so this was all fake? You never liked me at all," she says in more of realization than a question. Even I can see realization hit her like a truck every single time she closes her eyes.

"I understand if you’re mad but just please-" before I can tell her not to leave me she takes off running. She limps all the way to the ladies restroom and leaves me here with nothing to do but feel sorry, not only for her, but for me too. I let something so meaningless like my reputation get in the way of what I could've had with Leah. Since that long walk down the road to the gas station, I've slowly began to develop feelings for her. And now, before I could say anything, she is gone. She's so close but so far and the distance is unbearable when I can do so much as walk a few feet to my left and knock on a door.

I sit and wait. Wait for nothing. Wait for something that isn't there. This shouldn’t be affecting me as much as it is. I hear a bell sound from the main door and a man walks up to the cashier. He is wearing all black. Black jeans, black boots, black muscle shirt. Then he reaches to his left and grabs something from his belt. He points it at the cashier and pulls the trigger.

A medley of screams and cries sound all throughout the building. I slide down in my booth and hide under the table. I quickly get out my cell phone and dial 911. Just before i hit the call button, i look in front of me. Leah is just behind that door and I’d be lucky if the man with the gun doesn’t walk that way.

I struggle with my phone to text Leah. Many bullets were fired now and I'm sure the man has a rapid fire machine gun. .My palms are sweaty and my hands are shaking making it nearly impossible to type a full sentence on the keyboard.

*Hide in a stall or climb out of a window. Stay quiet. I love you*

As soon as I hit the send button, the restroom door squeaks open. A loud, obnoxious squeak. Leah looks over to the register where the man is and quickly closes the door. The man by the register heard it and walks toward the ladies' room. He slowly grabs the handle and opens the door. His eyes go wide and then he grins. He takes one step inside and points the gun. At Leah.

I can’t let this happen. I crawl out from under the booth and run over to the man. As soon as he shoots, I jump on his back. He flips me over and pins me down on the cold floor. I look over to Leah while he puts the gun up to my neck.

Leah's P.O.V.

I scream, "No. Please. Don’t kill him! Do-" I am cut off by the loud, ear piercing blow of the gun. Harry lays there, breathless, stiff, pale, and then relaxes all at once. My life. My heart. My world. All in a stream of liquid running down my face. I fall to my knees. The man then points his gun at me. Just after I shout no, the gun fires. All I see are black dots and they soon take over my vision.

A.N.

OH MY GOSH YOU ALL PROBABLY HATE ME RN! I’m sorry but this is how it had to happen! So put down the spears and torches. Everything was going fine in the very first chapters but I thought to myself, "This story sucks."

And it does.

Well now that you all are traumatized, it’s time for me to leave!

But still.

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