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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28. 28. With Nothing

We approach the mall entrance like it's the threshold to heaven because we when we are only a few steps from the doors, I fall down to my knees and fake cry as I hold my arms up and head down.

"We made it!" Harry exclaims. "And we aren't dead!" I finish. Harry pulls me back up to my feet and we walk through to the inside. This is one of the more fancier malls and has all the stores I like. First, we take the escalator upstairs to the jewelry department. I hop off the moving stairs and instantly see a tiny glowing chuck of beautiful. I walk over and pick up the gorgeous necklace that has eight huge gems all clunked together in two rows. Harry sees my eyes lighting up for this and he holds it up to my neck for me. His warm fingers tickle my collar bone. He takes a breath in, "I think it was made for you." He says. I'm flattered by his compliment and even though I've known Harry for a while now, I blush and look down. My mind then reminds me to stop getting all emotional and take the necklace. I unwrap it from my neck and bring it to the checkout. Harry follows behind me and gets out his wallet. The cashier is a pretty blonde who looks around twenty. Once she bothers to look up her eyes instantly light up.

"Aren't you..." "Harry Styles? Yes." Harry says in a nice tone, the way he usually greets fans. "Oh, wow." She says, her face not turning red at all. This makes me step closer to Harry and I tangle my left arm in his right one to show this girl. You know the 'back off, does it look like he's buying YOU a necklace?' look. Yet still, that little grin wouldn't wipe of her face. "That'll be fifty-nine ninety-nine." "What a flirt." I say under my breath. Then of course, she 'accidently' bumps her phone off the counter. When she bends to retrieve it, she sticks out her booty through her tiny high waisted stripper shorts of hers. Then turns back around to hand him the bag. Harry reaches to get it but not a chance will I let her lay a finger on my Harold. I hip bump him to the left and grab the bag, "Thank you!" I tell her with the biggest smile ever and walk out of the store. Harry follows next to me as I speed walk to the other stores. I hear him repeatedly apologizing but I'm too focused on the staring girls to think about what he's saying. Left and right tween girls start screaming and mobbing us. "Harry! I love you!" "You're mine Harry!" They yell. My head gets jammed packed with all the screams and they grow louder and louder, more girls are finding us. But what bothers me even more is that Harry thinks he can hug each and every single one of them. "Sara, we need to go to the car!" He shouts directly into my ear but it's still hard to comprehend it. "Okay!" I shout back. The hundreds of girls trail behind us as we go towards the exit.

It seems like years before we reach the car but we finally do and I have to plow through these girls to even open my door. I pull the handle and scoot girls out of the way. We climb in and slam the doors shut at the same time. Instantly, the screams are reduced to only a restrained one, and I am able to block them out.

"Uhg, we drive all the way here and I only walk out with a neclace." I sigh. What a waste of time. I see Harry's eyes role and he starts the car. The girls don't back away though, what is he going to do? Run them over! ...Actually that may not be a bad idea.

He roles down his window and waves his hands down as if to turn the volume down. His fans, being loyal, actually shut up. Harry uses the quiet moment to speak, "Girls if you don't mind I really need to get home." And with that, the tons of adoring fans react like 'your wish is my command' and they allow him room to back out of the parking spot.

The drive home was silent until we reach our neighborhood. "Where do you want to go?" He asks. "Home please." I simply state. He lets out a very dramatic breath and adds, "Whatever you want, Princess." And sharply turns into my driveway. Princess? Since when was this added into his vocabulary of names for me?

"What is it with you?" I can't stand his attitude, he has no right to be mad. If anyone should be upset it should be me because I had to endure hundreds of girls throwing themselves at Harry.

"Nothing, just go." He orders me off and I gladly listen as I hop out of his car. Harry usually waits to see if I make it inside my door before he leaves, but not today. Today, he slammed on the gas without bothering to look back at me.

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