Miracle [Zarry]✔✔ Under Editing.....

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Third Person POV

Zayn listened as he heard slow footsteps approach the kitchen.

He hoped those footsteps belonged to Harry, however his hopes were powerless.

"Zayn..." He heard her voice call sounding sickenly sweet.

"If you come out I won't hurt you, I promise." She says and slowly her voice was getting closer. He clenched his eyes shut listening closely to where the voice was approaching he then scoots to the opposite side.

Just as Taylor came around the counter, Zayn was on the opposite side of it.

But in his frantic state the knife just had to drop from his hand unto the wooden kitchen floor. He grabbed the knife and sprinted out of the kitchen as he heard gun shots.

About six where fired at him, but they all missed.

Gunshots were just fired at Zayn but all he could think about was harry and his sisters.

"LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!" She yelled before running after him. Taylor paused in the hallway trying to figure out what room he might have gone into. And this had just gotten way harder for her.

She had a scowl on her face as she made it to the master bedroom on her quest to find him.

Thankfully Zayn was not there. He had run back to wayliahs room thinking harry would still be there, which was still unconscious on the ground. He rushed over to him tears brimming his eyes and started shaking him. After a few seconds harry was back to consciousness.

"Zayn, are you alright?" Harry stressed almost too loudly.

Zayn was full on crying now as he looked at Harry's busted for head.

"No, your hurt and I'm scared." He whispered.

"Where is she?" Harry interrogates.

"I don't know." Zayn whispers again.

"Okay, we need to find the girls." Harry spoke starting to stand.

"I don't think they're in the house." Zayn's confesses somewhat relieved.

"Okay let's try and get out of here as well." Harry held onto Zayn's hand in his. "I love you." Harry reminds Zayn.

Zayn closes his letting his ears receive the words as if its the last time he'll hear them.

"I love you." He looks up at harry as harry gave his hand a shkrt tight squeeze before turning the doorknob and slowly peeking out. After seeing no one he had Zayn step out with him slowly they made they're way to the end of the hall careful not to make any noise.

"Hello." They heard as the were about to turn the corner. Only to look behind them and see Taylor stepping out of their room.

It was as if everything happened in slow motion.

Gunshot after gunshot after gunshot.

After gunshot.

A bullet grazed Harry's arm.

Another was lodged in his thigh followed by another. Causing him to fall.

And the other one was unsuccessful as it missed them both.

"Run!" Harry exclaimed and zayn took off. But Taylor didnt hesitate this time and she was hot on his trail.

Before Zayn could prepare himself with the knife he was tackled to the ground the knife falling from his hand.

He was pressed to the ground of the living area which was accompanied by the broken glass from earlier.

Zayn let out a strangled cry as they pressed into his stomach and arms.