The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty - Revealed

Chapter Thirty - Revealed

*Charlotte's POV*

      I jumped as Zayn screamed out in pain. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I shook my head in disbelief and I watched him writhe. He gritted his teeth, exhaling nervously and letting out little high pitched moans, attempting to calm himself. A inhumane noise escaped his lips as he looked down at his shoulder where the bullet was lodged. He began crying as he squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head back.

      "Zayn!" Harry shouted, tugging at his ropes.

      "I told you. I'm not fucking around here." Sully cocked the gun again. "Next one goes in his thigh and you can watch him bleed to death." He looked at Harry angrily. "The one after that goes in his head."

      "You're mad!" Harry barked. Sully shot him a blood thirsty look.

      "I have lived a lie for too damn long. I lost my little sister. My parents disowned me. My own mama lied to me. I'm tired of this life, I want out." He spun to me. "And your daddy is going to help me."

      "The hell I will," Harry, Sully, and I all looked at the door where Vic was standing, gun poised, fist clenched at his side. Louis and Niall flanked him, both looking pissed as ever.

      "Dad!" I screamed.

      "Get away from my daughter, you insolent little child." Vic growled. Sully laughed and pointed the gun at Zayn.

       "Took too damn long, Charlotte."

      "NO!" He fired and Zayn's body jumped as he emitted another cry of sheer pain.

      "Stop! No more!" he begged.

       "Sully, please, don't hurt him!" I cried.

      "YOU!" Niall's angry voice rang through the room as he laid eyes on Jarrod. He launched himself at him, wrestling the knife out of Jarrod's hand and straddling him, punching him repeatedly in the face. The very moment he did, chaos broke loose. Louis ran to me, trying to untie the rope around my wrists as Vic and Sully took each other on.

       "Lou, no! Go help Zayn!" I protested.

       "I'm getting you out of here." Louis hissed. 

      "GO OR HE'LL DIE!" I shouted. Louis' eyes shifted to the sobbing Zayn and he pursed his lips.

       "Untie Harry," he commanded and he ran to Zayn's aid, quickly untying his ropes. I wriggled out of mine and pulled Harry's loose. Harry jumped to Zayn's side and helped Louis gently lay him on the ground to inspect him. Zayn screamed in pain as Louis gently touched his shoulder.

      "Shit! What do I do?!" Louis cried. I stared at Zayn's wounds, quickly rummaging through my head as I tried to remember how to stop a gun shot wound from bleeding.

       "You make this thing called a tourniquet to stop blood flow from a major artery. Like a belt or a rope or some other tight cord to stop the blood flow."

       "A tourniquet!" I blurted, flailing my wrists frantically.

      "A what?!"

      "Quick, Harry, give me your belt!" I urged. Harry tore his belt off as I took my shirt off. I wrapped the shirt around his bleeding thigh and then wrapped the belt around the shirt. I tightened it as much as I could, keeping as much pressure on the wound as possible.

      "Where did you learn to do that? Louis asked, mesmerized. I sighed, blowing my hair out of my face. 

      "I could never get Taylor to shut up." I admitted, my voice shaking a bit. It was true. Taylor had been pre-med in college and he always studied out loud and sometimes, I caught onto some stuff he was learning. Luckily, I remembered how to make a tourniquet.