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.


35. 35. Sneaking

[ I know I haven't updated in a long while so I'll briefly catch you up if you still want to read :) If you remember everything then obviously skip the next paragraph ]

In the last few chapters: Sara snuck out, after dark, even though her mum told her to stay put in her room. When Sara gets to Harry's house, she throws pebbles at his window but soon realizes it's his parents' room. She ends up falling in the bushes and Harry comes out to help her. Harry carries her upstairs to his bedroom an they quickly fall asleep. When they wake up Harry cleans her up and passionately kisses her better. Now Sara just needs to get home without her mum finding out she spent the night at Harry's house.

Chapter 35 begins:

His cheeky comment pushes a half grin onto my face and once again, my mind can only process this very moment in time. He somehow has the ability to make my brain work slower than any human brain and instead only think about the present. Not the past. Not the future. Only now. After almost a minute is up of our conversation with no verbal communication, I tell him, "I need to go home, for real this time... and preferably with a shirt on."

He rolls his eyes, "If you insist." And he proceeds by pulling up the back of his shirt revealing his toned abdomen, and finally handing over his shirt. "Think this'll do?"

"I guess it'll have to!" I say, rolling my eyes back at him. I pull my head and arms through the oversized holes. The shoulder seam on his shirt hangs well below mine and the ends if the sleeves sit just above my elbow. The bottom of the tee reaches my thighs. Although this shirt could be my nightgown, I like it, it brings a cozy feeling that nothing else can replicate.

I look back up into his eyes and bat my lashes, "Bye Harry." I whisper.

"Goodbye, Sara." And then I do one of the hardest things, I will myself up, out of the welcoming bedsheets and head towards his door. One last glance and a wave from Harry sends me swinging around the doorframe and descending the staircase. Quietly and stealthily, of course. I can't have Harry's parents know I slept over last night. More importantly, my mum.

I click the door closed and start sprinting home with the sun almost completely risen. Now I just have to hope to high heaven that my mum is still sleeping.

I reach my house and start feeling shaky, like it's a life or death situation. I grab and twist the old handle of the back door. Once it's fully turned, my hand gently slides the door into the house. I feel like a criminal for being so sneaky and breaking all my mother's rules. I can literally feel my heart pounding against my head as the door reveals more and more of the house. I peer inside and look everywhere without moving my body. I don't see, or hear, anything. This surprises me, so I step in and look around some more. Another step and another, I feel like I'm trespassing. Finally, I feel safe enough to close the door without her hearing. I cringe at the sound of the door stopping to a close but the rest of the house is still dead silent. I make my way through the laundry room, up the stairs, and into the kitchen. Then, horror movie images swipe past my mind and put terrible thoughts in my head. What if she just pops out of no where, from behind one of the door frames and catches me. My mind races again and my heart beat catches along. I just stand in the middle of the kitchen, looking around.

The silence gets to me until, out of no where, I here the back door swing open and then shut. I hear only the rustling of plastic bags and keys... and footsteps.

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