Bombs Away

Chapter 7 - Blur

SO. MUCH. HOMEWORK.

-Emily:)

Amber's POV

"You!" My savior gasps as he stares at me. I wipe my eyes or their tears that continue to stream down, as my body goes numb from too much pain and my mind reeling as I try to make out his face.

The blurry view from my eyes disappears and I gasp. "You!" I say right back, my voice incredulous and wavering.

He shakes his head, his long brown hair flopping. "Yeah, yes, it's me, Harry Styles or whatever - but do you remember?"

My words get caught in my throat and my head is foggy, so I just shake my head. His eyes are so green...

Disappointment shrouds his face as his words slip through his pink lips. "Oh, well I guess you wouldn't. I had my hood up."

Eyes widening, I remember what he is talking about. "That was you? The guy across from the hotel?"

"That was me," He confirms, his voice dropping an octave. "Did you feel...?"

He doesn't finish his sentence, but I know what he was going to ask. Did I feel that weird feeling when we bumped shoulders? The answer was going to be yes, but loud voices and stomping boots that are coming towards us.

"That doesn't sound like teenage girls," He mutters. "Get down!"

I press myself onto the ground and he whispers to me. "I know this sounds weird, but play

dead."

I would have laughed if it was funny. And, I try to ignore the numb pain in my body by

focusing on his warm body pressed against my side. Our faces are down, facing the

ground.

"You fucking idiot!" Someone shouts. His tone of voice and ferocity makes me being to

shake, my nerves shot. "You gave her friend the tickets that were close to the bomb! How fucking stupid can you be?!" The sound of a slap rings through the air.

The man continues to grumble as they get closer and closer, before a different voice speaks up. "Sir, there are people back here still alive. See? That girl's moving."

"Is that my problem?" The first man growls. "Shoot her!"

A gunshot rings out, followed by four more and a scream. A hand starts to soothingly rub my concealed forearm, but it doesn't stop to waves or horror to wash over me.

"Wait... what's this?" A man speaks, his presence way to close to us to be accidental. "Sir, over here!"

Many running footsteps clatter over to our spot behind the chairs.

"That's her alright." The first man cackles evilly. "I could spot her from everywhere."

Suddenly, a sharp kick to my ribs makes me scream out in pain. "Get up," He orders.I lift my head shakily from my arms and stare into the eyes of the man who just kicked me. A choked sound emits from my throat as the green orbs taunt me.

"Miss me?" He smirks.

"Derek?" I whimper.

Derek laughs, and brings his finger up to his eyes, and takes out contacts. His very pale blue eyes are revealed to me and memories come fluttering back. "Hey there, babe. You look like you've been through hell."

Without thinking, I shout out in rage and my fist connects with his cheek. There's a crunching sound as his face twists in pain, and two men rush behind me and haul me up by the undersides of my arms.