What the hell was that? I rushed to Jayda's room, she lay on the ground screaming. "What happened?" I shouted. She took her hand from her arm, which was bleeding uncontrollably. She had been shot. The boys rushed in. "What the hell is going on?!" Liam shouted.
"She's been shot! Call 999!"
Liam rushed to get a phone. "What happened? Who did this?" I asked angrily.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I kept hearing someone call my name. I went to see if it was any of you, but you were already sleeping. I checked the window and then someone shot me!" She explained. She started to cry. "It hurts Harry."
"Shh, love, just calm down." I kissed her forehead. We saw flashing lights and the paramedics rushed in.
They took her into an ambulance. We waited, then the paramedics came to us. "Which one of you is Harry?" They asked quickly. "I am!" I said.
"She's shouting for you." He said. I nodded. I ran into the back of the ambulance. "HARRY!" She shouted. I held her hand. "I'm right here."
"Please don't leave me." She begged. "I'm not going anywhere." I promised.
I paced back and forth in the waiting room as I waited for the doctor. He walked towards us.
"She's lost a lot of blood. We're giving her transfusions and we want her to stay over night." He said.
"Can we see her?" I asked. He nodded. I walked to her room. There she lay, lifeless, pale, with oxygen in her nose, but she never looked so beautiful, so strong.
I sat next to her and kissed her cheek, then held her hand. Her eyes fluttered open. "Harry?" She croaked. "Yes, babe?" I asked. "Can you stay with me?" She asked so innocently. I smiled. "Yes, love. I'll stay."
The boys walked in with balloons and teddy bears. "Hey boys." She smiled lightly.
"How ya feeling?" Niall asked.
"Like I got ran over by a bus. Twice." I complained.
"That bad, huh?"
I nodded. "Did anyone bring food?" I asked. They chuckled. Zayn handed me the Panera Bread bag. I smiled. "YAY! PANERA!"
After a while, the boys left, and it was just Harry and I. He was sleeping in the guest chair. I'd been up all night, tossing and turning. I just couldn't sleep. "Harry?" I whispered. "Yeah?" He asked. "I can't sleep. Can you lay with me?" I ask. I heard him shuffle and the blanket lifted. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "Can you sing to me?" I ask. I felt him tense.
"Said I'd never leave her cause her hands fit like my t-shirt. Tongue tied over three words, cursed. Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt. Bodies intertwined with her lips. Now she's feeling so low since she went solo. Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo. And it's no joke to me, so can we do it all over again. If you're pretending from the start like this, With a tight grip. Then my kiss could mend your broken heart. I might miss everything you said to me." He sang softly. I soon drifted to sleep.