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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7. 7. Love.Lying.Lost.

Eight o'clock. That was my deadline, and then I'd never see Harry again. I started daydreaming and zoning out of my location. I was on the beach with him. Laying in the sand together, I brushed my fingers through his curls and he caressed my neck. As we starred into each others green eyes the water washed over our toes every so often. The sun beat down hard and the soft breezy wind made it a perfect day. I was in my bikini and him in his swim shorts. We were unmoving and our eyes never broke contact. The beach was completely empty, only us. Everything was just perfect. "Sara?" Harry interrupted and my visions came to an abrupt stop. Before I responded, I knew that my feelings for him were true. I couldn't possibly go back to life after today without him. I'd hate myself everyday for letting our relationship end. He would always be on my mind, I would go crazy without him. I needed to make sure that Harry felt the same though, and quick because it was 7:38.

"Yeah, Harry?" I responded. "I should drive you home, yeah? You shouldn't drive because you're recovering still." Previously, I had told Lieza to ask her Mom to pick her up because I didn't want her to have to wait until 8:00 to go home, I had already made her miss the concert and I wasn't going to make her wait for me. Point is, Lieza was gone and she wasn't an option for driving me home. "But Harry, my car is still in the parking lot at the concert." "Oh, I can ask somebody to bring it over for you." "But what are you gonna do about your car then? It's still here." "I'll drive you home in my car, and I'll have someone drive yours home for you." "But Harry," "Look, you have a concussion, I'm going to drive home. I want you to be safe." "Okay, you sure someone can drive my car home, I do live an hour away, long drive." "Don't worry about it, I'll have him come pick up your keys and everything will be fine." "Thank, you." I said with my smile. I leaned back onto my bed and just breathed in and out, listening to this rhythm eased my stress for what the future might bring.

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock." The clock mocked me. I knew 8:00 was now not the last time I would see him because he was driving me home, but our time of separation was simply delayed an hour. How could I be sure that he would ask me out again? The unknown was killing me...there's only one way to be find out if he genuinely loved me. It took a lot of will power but I mustered out the words...

Harry's P.O.V.

It was 7:54pm when Sara looked at me. Actually stared into me and asked, "Why, me?" She paused after she realized she held my attention. "Harry, I know I stopped the man from shooting, but how do you know that I'm not just any other fan with a crush on you? How do I know what we have between us is real? How..." "Sara," I  put my hand up and shook my head as I looked at the ground. I started, "For me, I don't doubt for a minute that I love you. Even though we just met...I just have a feeling that I get around you, only you." Then I walked closer to her. Soon we were face to face. "I know my feelings are real, but if yours aren't then please, stop at any time, love." I leaned into her and felt the touch of her soft lips on mine. This was not like our last kiss. It was longer and felt like fireworks should be going off somewhere in the distance. I know, I'm cheesy. Before long, my legs became tired from standing so I "fell" onto the bed and we kissed until we were both out of breathe. 

I leaned away, and she peaked her head around to look at the clock. "It's 8:02, we should probably get going." She said in her serene voice. "I texted my mom that I should be home around 9:00ish so…" I slid off the bedside, put on my hoodie, and grabbed my keys. 


Sara's P.O.V.

After being completely satisfied with the answer he gave me, we out to his car. In the parking lot I crossed my arms and shivered. Harry immidiately took his off and threw it around me. I gave him a glance of appreciation. We arrived to the car and he showed me chivalry when he opened my door for me. Before I knew it we're on the road, halfway there. I was giving Harry directions and I wasn't using my phone for guidance. I was running on the sheer fact that I trusted my memory. I knew we were going down the right roads if I saw familiar buildings and signs. But then, I didn't see anything familiar. We must have been driving on that road for about 5 minutes before I realized this. Great I was going to be responsible for getting us lost. My good intuition told me to get out my phone and get us back on track… But the other half of me told me to just see where this goes. And that's exactly what I did. I suddenly felt evil but it would be a funny experience. Harry wouldn't get mad would he? As we drove down the rode I said, "And make a left here." in my best lying voice. I looked around the bend and this road was noticeably not as wide. The more we drove, the thinner it got. I knew I should tell Harry that I had no idea where we were going but then the car slowed to a stop. Oh crap. He had a poker face on, was he pissed at me? No, he doesn't even know were lost, but then why did he stop?!          


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