Plot 22

Chapter 4

Megan POV

I'm not sure why the lady called me. She didn't have any information to give me, and now I was worried. Apparently, someone had pulled a gun out on Niall at the club he was at. I know I should be surprised, but I wasn't. Niall was probably drinking at the club, and he wasn't the nicest person when he had alcohol in him. But, I prayed that he and Harry weren't shot. I grabbed my keys, grabbed clothes that didn't match, and quickly drove to the hospital.

Niall POV

Everything was all happening so quickly. I looked a my hand and just saw red. It was completely covered in blood.There was a very shiny and sharp shard of glass potruding from it. I wasn't a doctor, but I'm pretty sure if I pulled it out, the blood would come out faster. Even though I was in unimaginable pain, I kept it in there. I wasn't sure what was happening to Harry, but I heard him screaming. I finally opened my eyes. Apparently, we were in a ambulance. The paramedic kept reassuring Harry that he would be okay. Why? Had he gotten shot?

"What happened?", I said to the paramedic closest to me.

"To you? Nothing. But, your friend over there is hurt pretty badly". 

"How?"

"The guy that YOU pissed off tried to shoot you. According to his girlfriend, whenever your friend saw that he pulled a gun out, he quickly pushed you out of the way. He didn't get shot or anything, but he landed on his leg wrong. From what I can tell, it's broken".

I looked past Harry's torso. His leg was in a position that no leg should ever be in.

"Did anyone get shot?" 

"No", the paramedic continued, "he was only trying to scare you. They were all blanks. But, your friend didn't know that when he dived in front of you. If that gun had been loaded, he might not be here right now".

Harry had...saved my life. Kinda. Everyone always says that they would take a bullet for their best friend, but he actually did it. I had to repay him, and I knew just how to do it.

Megan POV

When I got to the hospital, the nurse directed me to where Harry and Niall were. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Niall.

"Babe", I said, running into his arms. He picked me up.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. My hand is cut, but they bandaged it for me. But, Harry's leg is broken".

"Is he alright?"

"He'll be fine. He's in a cast right now, and he's been ordered on bed rest. We can take him home tomorrow".

"I'm glad that both of you are somewhat okay. Is Harry staying at our place or going back to his?"

"About that", Niall said. He looked suspenseful.

"What are you talking about?", I asked, eyeing him.

"He's going back to his place. But, you are going with him".

"What?" 

"You are going to take care of Harry until he gets better".

"WHAT? WHY?"

"Lower your voice", he said, looking around, "Harry saved my life. Even though it was a blank, Harry jumped in front of a bullet for me. I could never repay him fully, but I thought of something to help him get over Ashley". I rolled my eyes, but he continued. "You two haven't been getting along recently. That's obvious. But, you both have something in common. She's your twin, she was his girlfriend".