Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 13

-Carrie's P.O.V-

Bang.

I flinch as the loud sound of the gun being shot rings in my ears.

Just like Harry said, the gun would shake but thanks to Harry's help, it didn't fall out of my hands.

I slowly open my eyes, hoping that Harry is okay.

Instead of seeing a bloody covered Harry, I see him laughing.

Hands on his stomach as his eyes are crinkled shut and deep holes are indented in his cheeks.

Did I miss?

"Harry," I slowly say, walking towards him, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," He laughs with his eyes still closed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You looked so scared to shoot me. It was funny."

"It's not funny."

"It is."

"No, it isn't. Did I miss?"

"No. The gun isn't even loaded."

Harry's face begins to turn red as more sounds of laughter comes out from his mouth.

"What the hell?" I yell, elbowing his chest.

"Sorry," He chuckles, breathing in and out as he tries to calm himself down but fails miserably.

"Stop laughing at me," I frown, crossing my arms.

"Okay, okay," He finally breathes, stopping his laughter.

His face turns back to his tanned skin colour as he takes more breaths.

When I feel like he is done laughing at me, I continue to talk, "But I heard the sound."

"Guns still make sounds even unloaded," Harry says.

"Why would you do that to me?" I pout, crossing my arms once again.

"Because I wanted you to feel how it's like to shoot someone, even though you didn't shoot me. If I told you it was unloaded, you wouldn't feel what you were feeling. You need to treat all guns as if they are loaded." Harry says, "C'mon, stop frowning."

He wraps his arms around me, giving me a tight hug.

I try to get free by pushing his arms away but his arms wouldn't budge.

"Let me go. I thought we needed to train," I groan.

"Not until you give me a smile," He says.

"What if I don't smile?"

"Then I guess you will have to stay in my arms forever."

I show him a fake smile and then frown again.

"Happy?" I ask.

"No, but you still smiled so whatever," He sighs, letting me go, "Now let me teach you how to fight."

I suddenly wrap my leg around Harry's leg and pull towards me, making him fall on his bum.

"I think I already know how actually," I laugh.

"What was that for?" He yells, making me a bit scared because of his loud voice and serious face but then he starts laughing.

I begin to laugh with him.

In the while of laughing, he pulls on my leg and makes me fall down on my bum as well.

"Harry!" I yell.

We both start to laugh with each other, our eyes crinkling shut.

I open my eyes to take a glance at him.

He looks so beautiful laughing.

Both sides of his cheeks are indented and his smile looks so precious.

I almost forgot that he was a criminal.

"Carrie?" Harry says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I say.

"Are you okay? You were just staring at me," He chuckles.

"I-I was?" I blush.

That's embarrassing.

"Yes. Am I just that hot?" He laughs, flipping his hair as if it was long.

"No! Ew," I laugh, pushing him away.

"Ouch," He playfully frowns, getting up and putting his hand over his heart, pretending he is hurt by my small insult.

The way he frowns makes me laugh even more which causes him to make a weird confused face.

"I can't breathe!" I laugh even more.

"Stop laughing at me," He pouts.

"Awe, now you're saying what I had said just a few minutes ago."

"At least I stopped."

"Fine. I'll stop too."

When I stop laughing, silence takes over, leaving us to only stare at eachother awkwardly.

"Get up," He says, holding his hands out for me to grab.

I grab both of his hands and get up, dusting myself off just in case I don't walk around with dust or something on me.

"Now I want you to punch me," He says.

This guy is crazy.

First he wanted me to shoot him and now he wants me to punch him?

"Why?" I ask.

"I want to know how strong you are," He answers.

I guess that is a good reason to punch him.

My hands turns into small balls as I look at him.

"Where should I punch you?" I ask.

"My stomach," He replies.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes," He nods, punching his own chest, "I'm a man!"

I nod and punch him, causing him to walk back a bit.

"Are you okay?" I widen my eyes as I walk towards him.

"Of course," He answers, bringing his hand to the place I had punched him, "You can punch!"

"I can?"

"Yes. I'm never letting you punch me again."

"Thought you were a man," I smirk.

A/N: I apologize AGAIN! I'm the worst writer ever. Whenever I wake up, I say I'm going to update this story but then I get lazy and say tomorrow. Forgive me.