Man With a Gun

Sara Brookman lives with her mom now that her Dad left them, but she's just like any other girl. When she heard One Direction's music, she couldn't help but to fall in love, like millions of fans. After she wins backstage passes she's ecstatic. But her feelings suddenly change to the opposite when she meets them and sees a mad man pointing a gun towards Harry.
How will Sara somehow stand out to save the innocent lives?
Sara puts all her trust in fate to guide her growing relationship with Harry, but can that be enough.

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11. 11. Burn Bullet

Sara's P.O.V.

This was the exact moment in time. It was the only moment in time. I was trying so hard to forget about the man with a gun. I was doing so well, Harry made me feel like it never happened. But when the man walked in, all I saw were the flash backs, the traumatic visions all came into crystal clear view. There was no stopping them, they dug into my mind, just how the bullet would in Harry. This is the end, I thought.

"Get up." he commanded. All of us, in unison got to our feet. His aim remained on Harry, yet his hands; distinctively shaky.

Harry suddenly took ahold my forearm and forced my body behind his. Are you kidding, he was the one that needed to be protected, not me.

"Hands up!" He screamed. Again, we obeyed and I stepped into his view, now another target. I tried to visualize where the bullet would come out of the gun and the path it would take to puncture what. But his hands were so shaky, this task was impossible. This tic of his seemed to grow, faster and more noticeable.

The gunman was silent, we were pale, and the seconds were unbearable. We watched him, waiting for something, anything. Then, his hands, being shaky, lost control of his aim entirely. There was no telling where the bullet would land. The man's eyes widened, but we couldn't move ourselves, still. Next, the man's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to the ground. His breaths were slow and his hands were still attached onto the trigger. He appeared unconscious. We observed this and slowly stepped towards him. Louis immediately pulled out his phone and rung the police. The man, mumbled gibberish, his eyelids opening and closing. As we all inched closer, we could breath again.

To my horror, the man lifted the gun every so slightly, his eyes still gone, his mouth still mumbling. All I heard was him say, "Harry" under his breathe, then his shaky hand pulled the trigger. We all screamed, not knowing who or what the bullet would plant itself into. From fear, Louis's phone flew out of his hand, across the room, and shattered against the wall. I was holding onto someone, but I don't even know who. We had all stopped screaming except... then our attention turned to Harry, who was the only one left. His cries of pain continued. "Where does it hurt?" I instinctively asked. I fell to the the floor beside him looking for blood, but there was none. Harry grabbed his right leg, I looked, no blood there either. Then I found a huge tear in his jeans, but when I observed it, there was no sign that a bullet entered his skin. I rolled up his skinny jeans to wear the tear was. Now everyone was surrounding Harry, looking for the bullet, but more frightening, the blood.

"Harry I don't see anything, it's just red, really red!" I told him frantically. "Well then why does it burn?" He questioned. Burn? Bullets don't burn, do they?


Hey everyone, I'm aware it was a very short chapter so the next one is coming very soon! Please like or favorite and thanks so much for reading!


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