Taking bullets // Zayn Malik fanfiction

The hooded figure in the crowd catches my eye out of the rest of the people. Half their face is exposed, but the rest is covered with the navy blue material of their jacket. They reach down to grip something, but I can't seem to depict what it is. Their gaze remains sedentary on a certain person. As their hands raise, holding a black object, my stomach and jaw drops in shock. I instinctively maneuver around the place where some of my friends stand. No one else beside me has obviously noticed the hooded figure and I intend to keep it that way. I don't want to stir any attention. I quickly hop and shield one of the most important people in my life from any incoming bullets with my body. I hear the pop of a gun go off and seal my eyes and prepare for the penetration. [cover creds to me]