It was Saturday and Liam was gone at a friends house so I was home alone. I opened the drapes and started watching supernatural. I suddenly heard gunshots and shattering of glass. I jumped up and felt a sharp pain in my side making me cripple over, I stumbled into the kitchen and hid behind a counter and called Harry. "Caroline?" He said shocked. "Help," I whispered and coughed up blood. "Where are you? What happened? Caroline talk to me!" He said clearly scared, "my house...Harry I was shot, blood...everywhere" I said feebly and he kept me on the phone. I heard my door open and Harry calling my name. He finally came into the kitchen and found me. "Babe," he said in shock and picked me up bridal style, I cried out in pain and he rushed me to a house. "LOUIS!!!" He yelled and the feather haired guy came down then ran to get something and came back with a black briefcase. Inside was medical supplies. He started trying to get the bullet out and I screamed in pain. "Shhh it's gonna be ok," Harry whispered in my ear, I sobbed and squeezed his hand tight. "Hang in there Caroline," he said softly to me. I eventually passed out and when I woke up I was at my house. I saw Harry fixing my window and his friends cleaning up the blood. "You guys do this a lot?" I asked, "to our house yes," Harry said and I lay there in pain. They finished and Liam came in. "WHAT THE HELL!" He yelled, "Liam, you're sister was shot," Harry said and Liam rushed to my side. "You ok?" He asked me, "if it wasn't for Harry I'd be dead," I said to him, Liam turned to Harry, "thank you," he said and Harry nodded. Liam saw my tattoo since my shirt was slightly up and his jaw dropped, "WHAT IS THAT!" He yelled, "I got a tattoo," I said to him, he sighed and shook his head.
Liam went upstairs and I went to Caroline and kissed her lips, she kissed back and mumbled thank you against my lips. "I want you to be careful," I said and she nodded. "Come visit me," she begged, "everyday," I said to her and she smiled. We left and I felt scared. I knew I was falling for her and I was scared of that. "Harry don't let her go," Zayn said to me, "I might need to, it's not safe for her," I lied knowing that it was just me being scared of hurting her. "If you let her go you'll lose her forever, she won't come back, don't let someone like her go," he warned, I nodded and looked out the car window.