Shotgun Savior

"The pasta please" I say as I run my fingers down the soft black leather of the menu.  

"No bother" a young waitress says, a friendly look in her blue eyes. Tonight is the night, I tell myself. The night I will meet the boy of my dreams. Even though he is ten minutes late already. The bell on the door chimes, as a hooded figure enters the lively resteraunt, that I like to call "cheap and cheerful". It is really just called Nandos. A group of Boys laugh in the corner. Rowdy lot they are. Suddenly the hooded person lifts a shotgun. "GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!!! NOW! GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!" he shouts. Everyone in the resteraunt jumps down to the floor, screaming and crying.  

I turn to the back, where the group of boys are crouching down under the table. One of them- a blonde, young boy still holds a chicken burger in his hands. I recognise them from somewhere. A darker skinned boy stands up suddenly and powerfully says "please just put the gun down". GUNSHOT. He falls to the ground, blood running rapidly from his shoulder. A young girl gasps. "NO! Zayn!" The blonde boy shouts, crawling over to the injured boy, apparently called 'Zayn'. "IF YOU GIVE ME THE MONEY. I WILL LEAVE". The gunman shouts to the panicking resteraunt. I can hear sirens from a distant. Somebody must have called the police. I sit still and quiet under my table, hugging my knees. 5 police burst through the doors, immidiately flooring the gunman. A sense of relief fills the resteraunt. 2 of the boys are crying, hugging the now unconcious Zayn. I scream as the gunman triggers the gun as he falls, it hits me in the side of the hip. Pain shoots all through me, I lie flat on the floor, holding my side, crying. One of the boys immidiately runs over. "Are you okay?" he asks worriedly. I don't answer. His blue eyes sparkle in the resteraunt lights. "I am going to get some help ok?" he says, and hurries back over to Zayn and the other boys. An ambulance crew rush in, attending to Zayn. They don't see me. The blue-eyed boy points over to me, he seems to be shouting at the ambulance crew. They ignore him, lifting Zayn onto a stretcher and carrying him out. The blue eyed boy and 3 others come rushing over to me. He says "I'm Louis, we are going to help you okay?" I nod. A curly haired boy looks panicked. "I'm Harry, this is Liam, and this is Niall". Niall must be the blonde haired boy. The rest of the resteraunt leave, getting home as soon as they can. We are left alone. "I'm sure she really doesn't care what your names are guys!" he says trying to lighten the mood. "What's your name?" he asks me. "Amy" I answer quietly. Louis picks me up, I wince as pain shoots up my side. He runs out onto the street, shouting for help. The boys hurry After. Nobody is around except police, one runs over. My eyes close weakly. "Amy?!?" Louis shouts, his voice fades away.

I open my eyes to find the boys sitting around my bed- I am lying in a white bed- in a white room. "Mornin sleepy" Liam says sweetly. "Well, you went in an ambulance, and there was no food allowed in it so I had to bin my chicken burger." Niall says. Harry hits him on the arm. "What?!" Niall says.  

"We bought you some clothes cause ya know, we don't know where you live, and you probably dont want to wear a dress for the next week." Louis says, bringing clothes out from a bag. I smile. "thanks".

4 WEEKS LATER...

I squint for the curtains as the sun streams through. Harry bursts in my temporary room. "HI!!" he says enthusiastically. "Breakfast is served!!"  

"I thought I told you to Stop with the butler act!" I say smiling.  

Harry smiles. I have been living with the boys that saved my life for the past couple of week, until I get a new place to live. Turns out my 'dream date' was the gunman. He had my address, and broke into my house. So I wasn't going back there anytime soon.  

Harry leaves, and I pull on one of Louis's tshirts and a pair of pyjama shorts. Downstairs in the living room, Niall is eating a sausage sandwich. Louis is quietly playing the piano and Liam and Harry sit watching TV. They all turn to me "Mornin!!!!" I laugh at their alikeness. "Hi" I say tiredly.  

Zayn walks in (he was discharged from hospital around the same time as me. He comes over and hugs me, kissing me on the forehead. "Hi gorgeous". Let's just say we have a 'thing' going on. I smile and hug him back. Harry loudly goes "OOOOOOOO LALA!!" Liam smacks him on the back of the head. They all go back to doing what they were doing. Zayn holds my hand, and drags me into the kitchen.  

"I need to talk to you" he says. I nod.

"will you move in with me. Or 'us' as it seems, seeing as the lads 

Don't seem to be leaving any time soon." I stare into his brown eyes.

"Ok" I say and kiss him on the cheek.

{sorry guys, this is my first fanfic thing, so it kinda sucks}