As I turned around and was looking back at Emily, I saw a guy in a black mask standing at the other end of the hallway with a gun pointed in my direction.
I closed my eyes when I heard the gun go off and bent my knees and fell to the ground out of instinct.
I never really thought much about how my life was going to end or what happens after you die.
I always just assumed that I would be apart of One Direction until I was at least like 30 then maybe find a nice and normal girl and settle down and have a bunch of kids.
I thought I would grow old with someone I love and have a bunch of grandkids I could spoil.
I'm only 20 and I've never thought about dying at such a young age.
But I didn't feel like I had been shot...
The masked man must have missed me?
Now that I think about it, he didn't really look like he was trying to aim for me.
But if he wasn't aiming for me then who was he aiming for?
Then I heard a small whimper and someone begin to cry behind me.
I turned around to see a girl laying on the floor in front of the door, huddled in a ball.
But it wasn't just any girl.
It was my sister.
"Gemma oh my god," was all I could say as I ran towards her.
"Harry.." she said sounding like a small child.
"I had to come back and get you, I couldn't just leave you in here and you've been gone for a while and I was so worried I just -" she continued.
"Shh, it's going to be okay, are you hurt?" I asked.
"Yeah, the bullet grazed my left shoulder," she answered, wincing in pain.
"I'm going for help," I said while heading for the door.
"What about Emily?" Gemma asked.
Emily?
Oh no.
I had temporally forgotten about her and the masked man with a gun that was probably still in the same hallway we were in.
I didn't see the shooter so I rushed down the hall and looked around the corner where I left Emily earlier.
But she wasn't there.
If she wasn't there then where else would she be?
"I'm bleeding pretty bad," I heard Gemma say.
I had to get her help and fast.
"Do you think you can walk outside to get help?" I asked as I walked back towards her.
"I don't know, I - " she stopped mid sentence.
"Gemma? Gemma!"
She was unconscious.
I picked her up in one swift move and carried her outside.
There were police cars in every direction I looked.
Some of them rushed up to me and one of them grabbed Gemma.
"Please help her," I begged, my lower lip quivering.
I couldn't cry, not now.
I still had to find Emily.
Deep
By deep_harry
Emily was just your every day typical 18 year old girl, until she met a certain member of a famous boyband wh... More