Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 12

-Harry's P.O.V-

"Where are we going?" Carrie asks.

"We're going to my friend's house," I answer, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Why?"

"So I could teach you how to fire a gun and fight."

"Wait, you want me to beat up your friend?"

"No," I laugh, "We're going there because he has a place to train in his basement.

"Oh."

After a while of driving, we get to my friend's house and park in the driveway.

"Harry!" My friend, Jacob, calls.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask, giving him a 'manly' hug.

"Stealing, killing, the usual," He answers and smirks.

"Wait, he's just like you?" Carrie asks, interrupting our small conversation.

"If you mean if he's also a criminal, yes," I chuckle.

"Oh, who's this cutie?" Jacob smirks, looking at Carrie.

Carrie turns red and goes behind my back to hide.

I glare at him and mouth, "Mine."

She isn't really mine but soon she will be.

"Oh, sorry mate," He laugh, "What's her name though?"

"Carrie," I reply.

"Hi, Carrie," He smiles, trying to look at Carrie who's hiding behind me.

"Hi," She quietly answers back.

"I think she's shy. Anyways, go in. I need to go shopping for some groceries," He says, passing me keys and leaving us to his home.

We go into the house and make our way to the basement.

"Why were you blushing?" I ask, jealousy taking over me, "Is he cute to you or something?"

"No! Well, maybe a little," Carrie blushes, causing me to glare at her, "Ok! Ok! He isn't cute."

"Yea, you better mean it," I huff.

"Awe, is baby Haz getting jealous?" She giggles.

"Baby Haz?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her as I stayed still to tower over her.

"Woah, I mean big Haz," She chuckles.

"Yep, that's right. I'm big," I smirk.

Her eyes widen when she realizes what I am referring to, causing me to laugh.

"Are all your friends criminals?" She sighs.

"Most," I reply.

"Am I the only one who isn't a criminal?"

"Basically."

"How about your parents?"

I freeze when the words come out of her mouth.

"N-No. They aren't," I gulp, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

She scans my face, getting the message that I didn't want to talk about it.

"Woah, this room is huge," She gapes when we got into the basement.

"Like my dick," I smirk, causing me to get a small punch on the arm from her.

"Seriously."

"Well, it is a training room."

As she looks around the training room, I go to the cupboard of guns and take one out.

"Hold it but don't shoot it yet," I instruct, handing Carrie a silver hand gun.

I close the cupboard and walk towards Carrie.

"Show me how you would hold a gun," I say, standing in front of her.

"Like this?" She asks, holding her arm out and gripping the gun with one hand not as tight.

"It's better if you use two hands," I suggest.

She nods, lazily lifting up her other arm to hold the gun.

"You also need to keep your arm straight," I say, moving her arms to the right position, "Make sure they are locked. You need to grip the gun tightly as well. Otherwise, when you shoot, the gun will shake and it would fall out of your hands."

"Better?"

"Better but both of your thumbs should go," I pause to position her thumbs in the correct place, "Here."

"Better?" She asks again.

"Better but you're shaking."

"Sorry, I'm just a little nervous."

"It's alright. Just breathe."

-Carrie's P.O.V-

I close my eyes and begin to take two deep breaths.

Why did I even agree to this?

Never would I have thought to hold a gun or be taught to use one, even by a criminal.

"I'm okay now," I say.

"Good," Harry says, slowly walking back, "Now, I want you to shoot me. Remember what I told you to do."

What?

Shoot him?

He's kidding right?

"Wait, what?" I blink, hoping I heard that wrong.

"I want you to shoot me. Just don't aim for my heart," He chuckles, putting his hands up to his heart.

What the fuck?

Is he crazy or is he crazy?

"No! I can't!" I yell, walking towards him to give the gun back.

I am not going to shoot him.

I'll go to jail!

Well, I'm practically doing the cops a favour for killing a criminal so I guess I won't but what if I kill him?

"Carrie, shoot," He demands, putting his arms out as if he is a starfish.

I sigh and point the gun I am holding at Harry.

"Are you really making me do this?" I frown, getting a nod from Harry.

Doing what he told me to do before, I keep both my arms straight, elbows locked, grip the gun tightly, and putting my thumbs where they are supposed to be.

I shook as my finger hovers over the trigger.

Closing my eyes, I take two more deep breaths and press on the trigger.

Bang.

A/N: I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in almost two weeks. I was so lazy and tired. I hope I made it long enough so you will all forgive me.