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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13. 13. Chilling Thoughts

I drove home that morning feeling refreshed but also lacking. I couldn't help but ache because Harry wasn't with me. The car ride was terribly silent and no one was there to put an irreplaceable smile on my face.

I rolled the windows down and let in the chilling breeze. It sneaked through my clothes and crawled on the tips of my nerves. The cold was the only fix that distracted myself from feeling... alone. In fact just thinking of the word 'alone' gave me chills within itself. Ever since the moment in time with the man with the gun, being alone, made me feel tense. Like your in the middle of the road and you see the car coming at you, but you can't move.

I clenched my teeth and tightened my fists as I sped down the roads, trying so much to push my thoughts far, far away.

I pulled up to my driveway and saw my mum open the front door. "And where have you been, missy?" "Don't worry nothing happened!" I soon laughed at myself for saying that, remembering that I almost died, again. "Mum," I approached her, "Harry and I just hung out and before I knew it I was sleeping on the couch." "You're not lying are you, because I don't want to have to have a 'talk' with you, Sara." "Mum, I pinky promise." And I shook pinkies with her. It was just something I started awhile ago, it built our trust for each other after Dad left. My Mum had lost all stability in trust and she needed to know that I was always trustworthy. My mum and I are a team now, we keep each other 'in check'.

But every once in a blue moon, we have our arguments. And if we disagree on something, you'd be better off riding a bike on a tight rope than get involved with us.

I sat down in the kitchen and she did, too. The smell of bacon filled my senses but I could tell she wanted to talk, so I stayed put. "Mum, you should know, that man - remember the one back at the meet & greet with the gun - he's been found; not on the loose anymore." I couldn't keep it in, she was staring at me like she knew and expected me to tell her.

"Where'd you here this?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows and lowering her glasses. "Well, umm..." My voice uncontrollably stuttered. "The gunman, found Harry, a-again." I soon became a nervous wreck. And when I started up again my words raced out a mile a minute, "Last night, I was there I witnessed it. But don't worry, nobody was shot... well Harry was but nothing serious, really. And then the cops came and took the man away but it wasn't that bad because he had well, passed out... we don't know why. But the point is I'm fine, everyone's fine I just..." Tears fell down and splattered onto the wooden counter. I didn't know why tears came out and I tried laughing to hide my emotions but I just appeared like more of a mental maniac.

"Sara," My mum squeezed me. Then she continued, "I just don't understand you. I sympathize for all these traumatic events that are happening to you but... it seems like your asking for them. I mean first the concussion, then the car, now the man came back! What's next? Sara, if you never met Harry, none if this would be happening to you. Right now you wouldn't be breaking down like this, you'd be a stress free drama and trauma free girl, like it's supposed to be. Sara, Harry Styles is ruining your life." As she spoke, she stayed calm and collected without getting red or angry.

" mum. Harry's not crashing my life, he's completing it." And that's all I had to say before I got up and walked to my room. I was halfway up the stairs when someone banged the door. I looked out the door but they were already leaving. They had taped some kind of note to the door. My mum came running over in front of me, blocking my view. It's almost like she was expecting this to happen, whatever it was.

She swung the door open and ripped off the sheet, carelessly. She just stood outside, glaring at the paper, her eyes became glassy and she didn't look at me. The sun shined through the fibers of the paper and I made a line out.

It read "Foreclosure - 24 hours to evacuate."


I love every single one of you guys, I really appreciate every read. This is my second update today and I know it was short so I will try so so much to get an update in tomorrow. Until next time, lovlies.


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