Lying Beneath The Smoke *Harry Styles FF*

Shes a risk taker. Scarlett Preston was the "Bad Girl" in Holmes Chapel high school. She didnt carry the look, but she for sure had the personality. She was a heavy pot head. Scarlett lives and breathes for trouble. Little does she know, she's driving Harry Styles crazy. His year off from One Direction would soon change his life before his eyes.


18. Biting The Unfaithful Bullet

Scarlett's POV

Blood covered my hands. I quickly dialed 911 off my phone.

"911, what's yo-"

"My friend was just shot. I didn't see the person- please help I need an ambulance and I love him please please hurry I'm begging you"

"Calm down. Where are you?" I said the address and hung up. I didn't know what to do. I was choking on my own tears. Where was the shooter? I searched around and couldn't see anyone. It should've been me. I wrapped Harry's body around mine and carried him inside. I heard the sirens approach so I just collapsed on the ground, Harry in my hands.

"Stay with me Harry. Please I can't live without you. I love you too. Respond! Respond! Help!" I buried my face into his sticky chest. I didn't care for the blood stains. Harry's body was suddenly lifting. I held on.

"Ma'am we need you to let go so we can take him into the ambulance." I pierced the man's eyes.

"I'm going with him. Get someone to look for the one who shot him." I followed them as they took him away.

"They are already. Hurry get in and let's go!"

"Sir his heartbeat is slowing down." I shut my eyes and let the tears fall. I held onto Harry's hand.

"Give me water in his system, hook him up to the machine- uh tell me what happened"

"We were t-talking in the car then he told me to move and he was sh- oh my god." He sacrificed himself for me...

"Ma'am he was what?" The man became impatient.

"Shot on sight." 



The nurses and doctors pushed him down the hall. His hand never left my grip.

"He needs immediate surgery, we're going to have to ask you to leave." I held onto my tears long enough to leave, and the water gushed from my eyes. I took out my phone and texted everyone. By everyone, I mean the rest of the band. I waited in the waiting room, hogging the tissues.

"Where is he?" Louis ran in, almost in tears. Paparazzi rushed behind them. The lady at the front desk showed them out.

"Surgery.." I was lost in a daze.

"This is weird.. We don't ever talk." Liam said. Referring to all of them and I not being good friends or talking.

"We can start now." I couldn't control myself. Zayn sat down in the chair next to mine.

"It's going to all be ok." His arm was around mine, but in a friendly way like we were hugging. This is weird, considering I've never had a full conversation with him.

"Thank you Zayn." The doctor came out.

"Are you the young lady who brought Harry in?" I nodded eagerly.

"He's in extremely critical condition. I'm going to be honest, it's a very slight chance he will live. Staying here might be a waste of time. I'd go on home if I were you and we might have news for you. If he lives through the surgery, there's still a small chance he will live or recover." I tighten my grip around Zayn.

"He might be paralyzed from the waist down. It's not clear but if he does live, he will have to stay with us for a few weeks if he's not getting better."

"It should've been me..." I whispered.

"It's ok. You should stay with us for a little until your on your feet and until Harry is back."

"You just met me.. I can't" 

"I want you to. I'll bring you now. Boys you should get some food." Zayn covered my face from the cameras, just like Harry did that one time. We sat in his car.

"Thank you so much Zayn." He turned on his car.

"I can't just let a pretty girl cry." We headed towards the rich neighborhood. I remember this route to their mansion. The huge gates were welcoming this time. Zayn unlocked them and brought me to the front door.

"You're so lucky." I laughed. Zayn smiled at me.

"What makes you say that?"

"This house and you seem happy with everything." Zayn grabbed my arm playfully.

"Trust me, the paparazzi ruin it all." His smile glowed.

"Harry being in the hospital doesn't help either." I added. 

"You need to get your mind off of that. You're too beautiful to mess up your mascara." I blushed.

"You're too sweet to be followed by stalkers." He came closer.

"Hey, you're sweet and I bet you have stalkers." I shook my head.

"I don't, I have followers."

"I can tell. Your personality makes quite the statement." 

"You don't know me." Zayn leaned in and kissed my sweet spot on my neck.

"I'd love to." I snatched his face up and his lips drove me crazy. The taste was indescribable. His touch was irresistible. And his personality was scandalous.

His hands reached my bum. I only focused on him. I ripped off his shirt and he did the same to me. Zayn lifted me onto his hips, my lips still on his, and carried me up to the nearest bedroom. I knew this was a mistake, but I didn't care.

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