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.


9. 9. "I Can Explain!"

I walked into my front door and then my love diseased thoughts were taken over by reality. I couldn't lie to my mum. Sure I could lie or prank anyone like Harry, but not my mum. The house was dark and silent. As I flipped on light switches, I heard the creaking footsteps coming from upstairs. Then I saw a diminished face through the dark at the top of the staircase. Suddenly, after the eyes had peered down at me, I heard, "Sara! Oh my goodness you're okay!" She had basically flew down the steps. I dropped my bags and she embraced me in a tight hug. "Sara, you had me worried sick!" "I'm so sorry, it won't happen again." Her stare then moved up to my head to examine it. I was relieved to see that she appeared more sympathetic than mad. "Why don't you take a seat, sweetheart." She pushed me down into the nearest chair and continued to carefully peel off one layer of material at a time until she got to the bottom. "Care to explain this?! All I get from you is one second you're meeting Styles and the next you're in a hospital! You didn't even bother to call!" "Alright, you're right, I should have communicated more, but I'd rather tell the story in person anyway." So I started and told her everything up until I got to the hospital, then I just ended the story. The more I spoke, the more I risked accidentally slipping up and spilling the parts where we made-out. If my mum found out that I had a thing for this boy, she might just ground me till I'm 30. "No dating, no blaying." Her words repeated in my head. And yes, she made up the word blaying: boy playing. She's corny, but I still love her. So basically I was banned from love. In my mum's eyes Harry was just a: famous, hottie with a body, player, chick magnet, spoiled, no-nothing little boy. So our relationship status must stay concealed. Ever since the divorce four years ago, my mum has shoved all the important men out of her life, including mine.

"Oh my gosh sweetheart, you must've been terrified! ...But I'm proud of you for standing up. Yes, you're the fine young lady I raised you to be." She told me confidently. "Thanks mum." A smile grew on me. "Do you want to go to bed now, or can you not sleep because of what happened today?" "I think some rest is a good idea." All I wanted to do was to fall asleep and savor this moment. No moving or thinking, just enjoying. After my Dad had left us, it was just my mum and I. And maybe it was for the better because our relationship was growing. I'd never been so close with my mum before, and I liked it. Why couldn't life always be so perfect like today was?

After I kissed my mum goodnight, I went up stairs and got ready for bed. I changed into my kitty-covered pajama shorts and worn out tank. They were so old but for some reason I like it better that way. I turned off my light and crawled under the thick flannel blankets. I almost shut my eyes when I hear the alarming ring of my phone. I grabbed it and squinted my eyes to read from the brightness of the screen. It was a text from Lieza:

(L: Lieza / S: Sara)

L: "Hey, what's up? How u feeling? lol can't fall asleep when I know my bestie spent a day with Harry Styles!"

Deep down I appreciated her concern for me, but did she really have to be wide awake when all I wanted to do was fall asleep? No use in telling her to go to sleep though, she was probably stalking Harry on Twitter.

S: "Hey, I'm okay now, thx. Yeah he drove me home... he's so sweet. I need to tell you the details in person tho...And yeah I can't fall asleep either. *cough bc ur texting me *cough."

L: "Well excuse me for disrupting your beauty sleep, goodnight... But omg u need to tell me everything!!!"

And that was all I could take before I lost grip on my phone and my brain shut down, forcing me into peaceful and much needed sleep.

When I awoke I saw my mum' eyes glaring at me. "Um, can I help you with something?" I ask as I yawn and stretch my arms out. "Honey are you sure your concussion is just minor?" She was breathing heavily and looked a bit crazy if you ask me. "Yes mum, I'm fine... why?" Her nervousness was contagious. "I know you let Harry drive you home, and that's great but I think you forgot your car at the concert. Did you?" "No! Well, yes... but on purpose. I can explain." I stuttered out but then I realized my that my car should've been home by now. And how was I going to tell my mum that I purposely handed over my keys to a complete stranger. I told her 'I can explain' but that soon became a lie.


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