Rough hands shook me out of my sleep. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw Harry hovering over me with an excited expression. That's when my ears focused on the gunshots I could hear in the distance.
Not this again.
"What?" I said pulling the warm comforts from my body while Harry dragged me out. "Who's shooting now?" I quickly grabbed the sweater that I had thrown in the middle of the night from getting too sweaty.
"We need to leave Olivia." He whispered. I noticed that his gun was drawn out as he neared my door. He opened it ajar and peaked out. "C'mon." He mumbled as I quickly padded across the room after him.
There was not a soul around. Just our breathing. I got ahold of Harry's shirt in nervousness. He glanced back before looking away. "I don't know where Liam is but we need to get you out." His hand took ahold of mine while we crept behind the furniture. I could see Harry's skin was glistening with sweat. Just as we were about to make a hurry to the elevator a few meters in front of us, a bullet speed past and crashed to a nearby vase. Harry's body stopped making mine collide against his.
"You're not getting away that easily Styles." A man's voice boomed. I shrunk behind Harry while we silently stayed hiding behind the couch.
"What're we doing?" I breathed out into Harry's ear. He shook his head and pressed a finger against my lips. I stared at him in confusion while hearing the man's footsteps approaching us slowly and carefully. It was daunting really. My heart was beating fast against my chest so I closed my eyes. If I was going to be killed I hope it's a clean shot so I didn't haven't suffer.
The man appeared in front of his. I snapped my eyes open to see that a shadow had casted over his face preventing me from seeing his features. But I could make out that he had a large scar on his left cheek. He was extremely muscular, there was no way in hell Harry could take him on and worse of all he held a gun which was aimed directly at us.
"There you are." He smirked and held his finger over the trigger. Just as I thought I was getting my guts blown off, Harry reached quickly into his pocket and pulled out something I couldn't quite see. He threw it at the man and I watched the man's expression change from a smug look into one of fear.
"Oh shit!" He screamed. Harry grabbed my body and literally pushed us away from the man when a loud explosion sounded behind us. I felt the heat on my skin and objects around us burst into pieces. I felt myself screaming as my hands went to my ears at the loud boom.
We landed meters away from the man. Harry's body was on top of mine and his arms were around my head to protect me.
My ears were ringing as I pulled away from Harry. I tried to adjust my eyes but I couldn't see anything. There was smoke everywhere and it was hard to breathe.
"Are you okay?" Harry shouted next to me and quickly examined my body. A sigh of relief left his lips once he realised that I wasn't hurt. I looked at him before my eyes landed on piece of glass that had struck his side. His shirt was quickly dampening with blood.
"You're hurt." I pointed out worriedly. His green eyes looked down. "Harry you're hurt," I repeated helping him stand up.
"It doesn't hurt." He replied curtly and started to tug me towards the elevator. "I need to get you out." He grunted when he fell sideways. He held onto the broken for couch for support. "Fuck."
I quickly grabbed his arm and swung it over my shoulder. "Harry.." I mumbled trying to stable him back onto his feet. His arm was really heavy but I ignored it and we staggered towards the elevator together. It took a while but we manage to make it.
As soon we entered, Harry staggered down. He leaned his head against the mental walls in exhaustion before reopening them and looking down to his side, where the glass shard still stuck out from the side. I stared at it and I started to feel pain on my side just by looking at his injury.
"Oh shit there's blood.." he whispered and I watched his face pale. "Get this shirt off me Olivia." He demanded trying to stand up. Grunts of pain left his lips. He slammed his head against the wall when he just kept slipping while trying to stand. "Olivia!" He yelled.
I quickly scurried to his side and started to peel the shirt from him but it got stuck on the glass shard, moving it a little. A scream left Harry's lips and I froze my movements.
"I'm sorry!" I squeaked. The elevator doors opened with a 'ding.' "C'mon I'll help you stand." I mumbled and slung his arm over my shoulders again. After a few moments he was back on his feet.
"Where's the car?" I asked looking around. He pointed to a black car a long way from us which was parked under a tree. "I guess I'm driving?" I smirked looking at him. His eyes met mine in an amused expression.
"Crash it and I swear I'll shoot you." Humour laced his voice. I rolled my eyes before chuckling.
I managed to get him into the car with great difficulty. My shoulders were really sore from his arm because I was practically holding his weight. I jogged around the front and got into the driver's seat. I looked at him holding my hand out for the keys.
"Can you drive?" He breathed out weakly staring at his side. There was a lot of blood. I wish he hadn't taken off his shirt.
"Yes Harry." I rolled my eyes and snatched the keys he reluctantly held out.
"I'm really trusting you here." He grumbled. I scoffed. He was only annoyed because I knew he was one of those guys who didn't want to let a girl drive a car when there was a man present.
"Look I could've left you when you got injured but I didn't." I glanced over at him. "So trust me to get us to safety now Harry." His expression soured and he turned away from me before a groan left his lips as he clutched onto his side.
