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. Copyright © All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.

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2. 2. Golden Doors

The line to get into the building was amazingly long. We used that time to rest our voices. When we made it inside, we bought our tour T-Shirts and made our way towards the V.I.P. section. We got out our passes that allowed us to get into the section. Okay, I started feeling it, I was as frantic as Lieza now. Usually, I can keep calm under pressured situations but I just couldn't keep it in any longer. My heart was beating away, a non-stop drummer in my chest. The backstage passes led us to a long, quite narrow, hallway. At the end were a double set of great golden doors that was opened by a guard every so often and let in about 15-20 girls at a time. "That's them in there." Guards were on either side of us, making sure no one cut in line or ran up to the doors. I almost felt trapped, locked in, confined. I wasn't sure why, but I felt a knot form in my throat. "What are we going to say to them?!" I asked impatiently. "Whatever comes to you!" She replied. Not the answer I was looking for...

We inched closer and closer and then the doors appeared almost suddenly before me. We were there. The doors were open we were about to enter and... the doors slam! So close! I thought. And now that we were first in line, the room would probably be empty when we entered; this means the pressure became even more intense. Something is going to go wrong, I feel it. I think I might just royally humiliate myself; I have a good record for that. But nothing else seemed to matter now because after today, Harry Styles would know who I am. I just hoped he would remember me.

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