Protect for Love- One Direction Fanfiction

Reyna is a girl who never got a second glance. She's well, less than normal; at least if you just look at her. However, if you get to know her you'll find she's more extraordinary than ever. One video changed her life. A video of her defending herself against 6 guys. Before she knew it, she became a bodyguard for one of the most famous boybands in history, One Direction. Little does she know adventure, love, and danger are soon to await her...


33. Chapter 32

Jeremy’s P.O.V
I burst through the doors of the hospital. I didn’t care who was looking at me, I just ran straight to the front desk for information.
“I’m looking for someone! Can you please tell me what their room number is?” I basically yelled at the lady.
“Sir you’re going to have to calm down.” She said to me as she hung up the phone.
“I’m sorry, but can you please help me find someone.” I said in a slightly calmer tone.
“Reyna Razo!” I yelled… in a more panicky tone.
“Sir, I’m going to ask you to calm down once more.” She said as she typed on the data base. “She’s in surgery at the moment; you’ll have to wait in the waiting room.” She said to me as she motioned to a set of doors. I was about to yell and scream at her because a part of me was telling me she was lying… but I knew she wasn’t. I didn’t feel my body move, I just let it do what it wanted. Before I knew it, I was in the waiting room with Paris, Martin, Niall, Harry, Eleanor and Perrie (the people we were guarding).
“Where is she?” Paris asked as she walked through the doors of the waiting room.
“She’s in surgery.” I said in a whisper.
“Can someone please tell me what happened?” Eleanor asked. I saw the whole scene in my head again. How my late reaction didn’t see the guy was still conscious. How I yelled instead of jumped in front of the bullet. That should be me inside the OR, opened up. She can’t die, she can’t. We’re not finished yet…
“Is anyone here for Miss Reyna Razo?” a doctor called from the waiting room entrance. I stood up, along with Harry, and everyone else. The doctor walked to us. Based on what she was wearing, she was a surgeon. With her scrub cap, surgical robes and bloob stains on her scrubs, she was Reyna’s surgeon.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Skyler and I’m Reyna’s surgeon.” She introduced herself.
“How is she?” Paris asked.
“She’s stable, but she did lose a lot of blood. In fact, if she didn’t get here when she did, we would not have been able to restart her heart.” She explained.
“But she’s okay right?” Harry asked in a worried tone.
“Yes. She should actually be out in a few days.” She confirmed.
“How? Gunshot wounds can take months to heal.” Martin asked.
“Well, how long ago did she get the laceration on her arm?”
“She got the cut last night.” I answered. She smiled.
“Then it’s true. Reyna has a very rare condition which causes her cells to grow more rapidly than the average person. The cut on her arm looks like it has been there for five days, which means it should be completely healed in two more days. The actual gunshot wound would usually take weeks to heal, but in her condition it may take a few days. That being said, she was lucky the bullet missed her organs and she just had a major flesh wound.” The doctor said in further detail. We all sighed in relief, Rey was going to be fine.
“So that’s it then? She’ll be fine? We can get her back in a few days?” I asked.
“Well… that’s one of the main reasons I’m here. We actually have a blood shortage, and we need someone to give blood in order for her to survive.” She said.
“What’s her blood type?” Harry asked.
“She’s B+.. We can still accept type O as well.”
“I’ll do it.” Harry and I said in unison. I looked at him.
“Harry, you shouldn’t do this.” I said to him.
“It’s my fault she got shot. It’s the least I can do.” He explained.
“Harry, don’t. We have another show tomorrow and you shouldn’t take the risks.” Niall said.
Harry looked hesitant. I stepped up.
“Let me do it. I’m B+.” I said.
“Follow me please. You need to sign some papers, then we can get started.” Dr. Skyler said as she walked me through the doors.
Reyna’s P.O.V ***A few moments before***
“Watch out!” a voice yelled. I turned around and I felt a sharp pain in my chest, followed by a burning pain that also caused the heat leave my body. My limbs were in shock, I couldn’t move. I collapsed to the ground, my body heat leaving me, and the cold touch of death biting my fingers and toes. I looked up and saw the stars. They were so beautiful… then darkness washed over me.
I was trapped in a dark, cold lake, wearing the same v-neck dress from my last dream. I was submerged underwater, not breathing, yet I was still alive. The light of my soul was dimming. The spark was about to go out, then he came to me. The same beautiful man in my dreams. The man who accepted me, the man I loved. He stepped into the water, and I felt the water move with him. He was at my side and he knelt down so his face was now in the water. His brought his lips to mine. I felt his warmth on my lips, then it went into my throat and spread throughout my body. My fingertips and toes got their warmth back, the light of my soul was now brighter than a star. I kissed him back, and the water of the lake became clear and warm. I opened my eyes to meet the most beautiful set of eyes I’ve ever seen. He was gorgeous, and he saved my life. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me up and out of the water with our lips still connected. I broke the kiss for a breath.
“It’s not your time.” His angelic voice said to me.
“I know.” I said.
“I’m not done. I’m not finished loving you.” He said while he rested his forehead onto mine.
“Neither am I.” I said as I closed my eyes.


“Please, open your eyes so I can continue.” He said as he pressed his lips to my forehead, then my cheek, then the corner of my mouth. His lips brushed mine, and I opened my eyes…

I heard beeping… constant beeping. I opened my eyes to see where I was. I was in a hospital room… all alone. I felt sore on my back and chest. What happened to me? I felt something squeeze my left hand. I turned my head to see a mop of curly hair lying on my bed. My right hand started to get sweaty… I looked. There was a mop of black hair was sleeping on the bed too..
“Who-?” I started. Both heads looked up in unison. To my left was Harry, and to my right was Jeremy…

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