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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17. 17. Corpse Conducted

It was my usual morning, I was working the cash register and Charlotte handling the beverages. The coffee house was placed in a way so that in the mornings, the suns first rays shone through the glass window, making me squint my eyes. So I got a hat, which let the sun highlight only my brown hair and pale skin.

Also as usual, Charlotte was overly happy and I, agitated. The average amount of customers were coming in and the same songs played out on the radio we listened to. Everything was just, the same.

It came towards the end of my shift and the customers were stating to come in less and less quantities. Charlotte, just like everyday at this time said, "You should go flip the open sign to closed now." You would think I would remember to do this since she tells me everyday...

I walked over to the door when I see a boy. The boy that had completely slipped out of my mind, until now. It had been such a long time so I had lost hope. "Wait" my thoughts paused my admiration. "Harry still hates me probably." I stutter curse words under my breathe and run back behind the counter.

"Charlotte!" I said whisper shouting.

"Sara, why didn't you close up?"

"Charlotte, focus! I need you to switch places with me! Run the register, okay?"


"Just do it!" Then I shoved her over and I was able to hide my face behind the tall coffee brewers. I pulled my hat off and swooshed my hand through my hair while taking a breathe. I peaked through the cracks and stared at Harry. He was concentrating on his phone while waiting in the back of the line. Charlotte was probably wondering what the heck her crazy co-worker was doing, but she had no time for questions when she was forced to smile and ask the customers what they wanted.

I knew I wanted to be with him so desperately but I couldn't make myself talk to him. I wasn't able to bring myself to confront him. So, I stayed hidden and made the drinks, my hands shaky.

I knew I was making all the wrong drinks but I didn't have time to care. I handed over the drinks to the customers, but completely unfocussed on who I was giving it to. I had started a pattern: make a drink that looks tasty, then look through the cracks as I hand over the drink. My vision was almost always on the line, but my hands were doing another job. In this process I had spilled over a carton of milk, dropped some coffee beans, and got whip cream on my shirt. When I paused for a moment, I realized what a mess I was. My boss could come in at any moment and I would definitely be fired. I chose to listen to the orders and actually satisfy the customers with their corresponding drinks. I worked diligently and whipped through each beverage. Suddenly I remembered, Harry was here. I peaked my eye line through the coffee brewers and saw a line of prople, but where was he? I searched and scanned as my heart sped up. I subconsciously was placing the drink towards the customer 'pick up' table. I continued to anxiously look and before I set the drink down, I felt a hand wrap around it. My hand was completely surrounding the coffee cup so the other hand on it was over mine. My head jolted over, disrupting my search for Harry. But I suddenly realized the search was over. I didn't let go of the coffee and he didn't either. The curly haired, green eyed, lie believer, old boyfriend of mine stood before me. We both remained speechless and our jaws were dropped.

Harry, whom I had tried to avoid with such great effort, had managed to come to the exact coffee shop I worked at right before my shift had ended. All these thoughts flashed through my mind a million miles a minute, yet my body was as still as a corpse.



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