It was all moving in slow motion; Zayn silently walked in front of me, his gun aimed anywhere his eye dared to look, the black vest around his chest, as he bent forward, only a little, to diminish his height and make himself as invisible as possible. I followed, giving it my all to imitate his exact movements, because my mind couldn’t process anything on its own. I couldn’t hear past the thumping of my heart, echoing through my ears, as I told myself that I was only a few feet away from her, and soon enough, I’d be hearing the sound of her own heart beats, instead of my own.
Zayn turned to face me, his steps coming to an abrupt stop, as he signaled towards me to put my night vision glasses on, as they were about to cut the power off. I nodded, putting them on, as did he, before he presumed his walking towards the nearing subway. I had to remind myself that there were more people in there than her, that there were families out there missing a mother, a father, a son or a daughter. Men were missing their wives, as was I. This wasn’t my crises alone, it went beyond me, but somehow, I couldn’t see past her tearful eyes, when they met my own that very last time. They weren’t as bright as I had remembered them to be, they were fearful, but never weak, they were brave, but never arrogant, they were sad, but never desperate. They were everything she had always been, yet, slightly different. And I didn’t like the change. I didn’t like what would have to come along with it.
Zayn shoved me in the side weakly, his firm eyes ordering me to concentrate, before he pointed a finger to where Niall was protruding, preparing to throw the first gas bomb. Gas filled the air of the subway, at the exact moment when the power was cut, leaving us in chaotic darkness. Zayn kicked the back door, jumping into the subway, with me right behind him, barely carrying my heavy body through the mess. My panicked eyes searched the unfamiliar faces, looking for the one I loved so profoundly. Gunshots were exchanged between both sides, people falling, others screaming, and that was when I saw Joshua, with a gun to her forehead, yelling at her, as she nodded stubbornly. She was on her knees, and he shoved her so that she fell to her side, wincing ever so slightly, before a single tear slid down her dirty cheeks. Her eyes took a bit too long to reopen, after she had kept them shut, and I could have sworn my heart almost stopped, in fear of her finally giving in to the pain that must have been coursing through her.
“ Joshua!” I screamed, at the same moment when Liam screamed my own name, the sound of a man collapsing to the ground, right behind me. I tilted my head backwards, seeing life departing him, his eyes opened and void of everything, his gun slipping past his fingers. He wasn’t one of our own, thankfully. I lifted my eyes to meet Liam’s, who gave me a reassuring nod, before continuing to pile people under chairs, shielding them away from the traumatizing scenery. I returned my gaze to Joshua, who now had a smug grin on his lips, his gun proudly pointed directly at Gypsy’s heart, his free hand holding some kind of button.
“ We meet again I see. I told you not to do anything stupid, Styles.” The chaos around us seemed to fade away, all screams died down, all bodies didn’t exist, it was only Joshua, her, and I. I urged my hands to lift, pointing my own gun towards Joshua, avoiding Gypsy’s gaze, as to not fall apart completely. Truthfully, I feared what it might hold, feared how it would look, after all that had happened.
“ Let them go, Joshua. It’s too late now.” I found my voice, willing it not to falter.
“ It isn’t. I can still kill her, and everyone who’s anywhere near here, including you.”
“ But that doesn’t get you anything from what you wanted. There’s no one to remember you, Joshua. Son died, no family left, no crew. You’ll be forgotten in a week, two maximum.”
“ Maybe I will be, but those whom I killed won’t. I’ll leave a reminder in tens of families, at least those will remember me, right? In fact, maybe I shouldn’t kill you, because I’d love for you to remember me. Boy, oh boy, every time you lay your head on a pillow, with her, not being beside you, you’d remember me. Every morning when you wake up to an empty house, you’ll remember me. What could possibly be a better legacy?”
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Hijacked // h.s. au
Fanfiction“ Th- this is Gypsy Styles, we are threatened by men with guns, and so far, we are all okay, but please just- please, help us.” And the line went dead.
