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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32. 32. Breaking Free

I blush without effort and embarrassment floods me. However, his comment also gives me a hint of confidence.

My response to him consists of a girly giggle as I look towards his feet.

"It's true. You could be a model for mens tshirts." He sarcastically plays.

"Or maybe only your tshirts." I laugh as I play along.

After a few moments of a tension free room, I tell him, "I really should be getting home." I look at my wristwatch; it read ten thirty-eight. "Harry, my mother is likely having a panic attack since I've been gone for so long. It's probably best if I get home now."

"Why can't you stay for a little longer?" He whispers and his words are so delicate, they are intoxicating me. Drawing me closer and closer. He grabs my hands and I lean backwards, letting him hold me from falling. Then he pulls me into him, then backwards again. This continues as we talk.

"I want to stay but, my mum Harry." And when he pulls me in towards him he hugs me this time. Then he grabs me on both sides of my upper arms and pushes me out of the hug. I stay silent as I watch whatever he's doing. Next, he ever so gently plants a sweet kiss on my cheek. When my skin feels this touch it urges me to just wrap my arms around his torso and kiss him back, but I know if I start I'll never be able to pry myself off of him.

"Okay Sara."

"Okay?" What is he saying?

"Okay, you can go home if you want." His words so gentle and harmless.

But I don't want. I don't want to go home to my mother. But I just tell him, "Alright, see you." I put on my sad and longing expression and he hands me my now damp clothes. I can still hear the rain pouring outside and I assume Harry does too because then he offers, "Do you want me to drive you home?"

"It's alright, an umbrella will do, though." I explain, knowing that I can't keep extending out this time of separation.

I head downstairs and wait for Harry. When he comes, he has a red umbrella in his hands that he hands over. "Thanks." I tell him and open the door. Seeing it's close to pitch black outside I'm a bit frightened but my eyes will adjust.

"Maybe I should walk you home." Harry seems moved by the dark rainy sky as well.

"I'll be fine, really. It's a very safe neighborhood." This area is known for having a very low record of criminal reports so he can't argue that.

"Let me walk you home please." He begs.

"I just need to get home Harry. Please stay, I literally am going to be sprinting." He raises his eyebrows and steps in front of me to take a look outside. His head turns back towards me and he shouts, "Race ya!" All of a sudden he burst through his front doors and out into the cold rainy atmosphere. I instantly throw the umbrella and slam the doors behind me. "Hey! You got a head start!" I yell after him. He turns back to look at me and starts running backward. I take this opportunity to catch up to him and when I do I'm breathing heavy. I then sprint past him and use up all the energy and adrenaline my body had left from this day.

"I'm gonna getcha!" Harry yells. A second later I feel a hand grab my shirt and pull me back." I turn around and stumble to a stop as I tangle around Harry. We are both laughing our heads off and we finally find each others eyes. I can feel his warm breath on my nose and I'm sure he feels mine. Every second that goes by our breathing becomes slower and slower as we stare into each other. I know what's coming and I'm well aware my house is the next one over. Well, what will a few more seconds do? I bring my bottom lip between my teeth and let Harry lean into me. His hands grab my hips and I tangle my fingers through his curly locks. I lose all my self control until I hear my butt pocket vibrating and ringing loudly, and I'm forced to pull away from him and pull out my phone. My mother's face appears and both our eyes widen. "Crap." I can't help say. I instantly turn around and don't bother to look back until I reach my front door. I glance back one last time and squint through the darkness to see Harry. Without having time to say goodbye, I walk inside and prepare to be yelled at. I feel so bad for leaving Harry just stranded but I told him a million times that I needed to get home.

"Young lady where have you been?" My mum starts.

I take in a deep breath, "I told you I was heading out to Harry's."

"No miss, you just left without a word. I didn't know where you went off to! And the fact that you were at Harry's so late is making your case even worse."

She's right, I had completely forgotten to tell her that I was leaving because I was so focused on making up with Harry. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. We didn't do anything anyways."

"Uh Sara, I don't know what to do with you. Just go to your room for rest of the night. It's already eleven so it shouldn't be that big of a deal." She says tiredly, shaking her head.

"Alright, goodnight." I say with no emotion.

"Night." She replies and we head off to our bedrooms for a hopefully long, peaceful sleep.

I pull my sheets over my shoulders and lay there with my eyes wide open and my mind racing. I'm nowhere close to falling asleep because I cannot stop thinking about Harry. I wonder what he's doing right now. Is he fast asleep? Is he upset that I left him in the pouring rain? Is he thinking about me? My mind storms through these questions. I stop to look at the clock. I've been in my bed for twenty minutes and I haven't fallen asleep. Seeing that I'm not going to bed any time soon, I get up and pace in my room. Then, an idea pops into my mind. All I want is to be with Harry, so that's exactly what I'm going to do. The good girl inside of me tells me to just stay in my room and listen to my mother, but I push her out of the way and listen to my heart. And my heart aches for Harry.

I have never really been the rebellious type but at the moment I don't see anything wrong with what I'm doing. I mean, other then going against my mum, but why does she even care if I'm out late? I honestly don't see what her problem is. So with my mind made up, I put on my jacket over Harry's shirt I'm still wearing and pull my hoodie over my head so I won't get wet. I slide into my black and white rain boots and slowly open my creaky door. I turn my light off and close my door as silently as I possibly can. If I wake my mum, I'm dead. Since her bedroom is down the hall I should be fine, but I still can't take any chances. It takes me five minutes just to get to the bottom of the stairs, but I make it. I take a few more steps to wrap my hand around the door handle but then I remember that we have a high tech security system. I curse under my breath but move my hand to the keypad anyway. I push one hand over the speaker and type in the four number code. "Beep, beep, beep! Front door!" The computer lady always says. My hand only muffles her a little and I cringe at her voice.

I turn the heavy handle and pull the door open, letting in a chilling breeze. The rain is somewhat loud still so I have to be quick. I turn the alarm back on and close the door behind me. Finally, I'm free and I didn't get caught. I run with my head down. One, two, three, and so on. I count in my head the number of houses I pass to get to his house. Finally I reach the number eleven and I'm all out of breath. "Eleven" I say to myself trying to remember that for next time.

I approach the house and see that all the lights are off. I contemplate whether I should text him or throw rocks at his window to be more cliché. I've always wanted to do this so I pick up a pebble from his stone path and chuck it at his window with all my force. I miss by like a couple centimeters so I pick up another one and chuck it again. Dead on, I got it. This time, I pick up a handful of pebbles and throw about five more good aims until I remember that Harry is probably a very heavy sleeper. I know I am, and a few tiny pebbles at my window would surely not wake me. I let the pebbles slip out of my hand back to the ground and pull out phone to text him instead.

Suddenly, a noise catches my attention from above. I look up and the light is still off but I hear rustling. I immediately get a rush of excitement and adrenaline. But then I see it. Two dark figures stand behind the window. I can't make them out since the light is off, but I can see that only one of the figures has long, straight hair. Horror and anger fills me up entirly. I can't comprehend why Harry, the sweet, loving, innocent boy I knew would have another person in his room this late at night.

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