"No I need to be with her." Harry struggled in the grip of the police officer, who in return put his hands in hand cuffs to restrain him.
"Sir, you can't speak with her until after questioning." The officer calming stated to a now even more angry Harry.
"This is bullshit, get these the fuck off of me." He attempted to pull the hand cuffs apart but failed. You could see the muscles in his arms tense with every movement.
"Not until you've calmed down." He began to lead Harry out of the building, me being escorted out right behind him.
"Harry stop fighting and do as your told." I warned him.
At this point Alan was put onto a stretcher and rushed to the nearest hospital, losing a fatal amount of blood by the minute.
"That asshole deserves to suffer and you all fucking know it."
"Sir please stop using foul language." The officer beside me now began warning him as well.
As we came outside, people were swarming everywhere along with cop cars and emergency vehicles.
I recognized several students taking a seat in a cop car as they told their experiences to an officer with a clipboard.
I counted 5 ambulances flying out of the parking lot, knowing there could be people I knew in them....
Niall.
I'm pretty sure I could've fainted in that moment.
"Louis." I began yelling into the crowded parking lot, the officer lightly griping my arm.
"You can't go yet miss."
"Don't touch her." Harry warned him, being on feet away, leaning on a cop car.
"Louis!" I yelled again completely ignoring his idiotic request. My friend was seriously injured and I had to know if he was being cared for immediately.
The only sounds I could hear were the police radios going off one after another, ambulance sirens coming and going, lights flashing everywhere.
"Louis!" I yelled the third time, this time running into the crowd.
"Miss!"
"Let me go!" I heard Harry struggle behind me as if the held him back from following me. Thankfully he was hand cuffed so he couldn't defend himself as he normally would.
"Jessamine?" I heard my name being called close by and I ran in the direction of it.
There he stood with his white shirt smeared with a little of blood on his side where he helped carry Niall out.
"Is he okay? Where is he?" I ran out of breath.
"The took him as soon as I came out, he's being taken care of." He assured me. "Where's Harry?"
"The cops had to restrain him but he's back being questioned."
"Miss you need to come back with me." The officer caught up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, leading me back.
I gave Louis an apologetic look. "Meet me at the hospital."
He nodded his head and began to walk in the opposite direction.
Walking back, Harry was back leaning against the car obviously pissed off.
Once he saw me he instantly perked up and looked at me with questioning eyes.
I did as I was told and didn't speak to him until after questioning.
Harry refused to cooperate with the poor man but I answered the few questions honestly.
"Miss Taylor, we are asked to take your cell phone if you still have it on you." I was asked but I remembered that I could be in trouble for not turning it in.
"No I don't." I assured him with my most convincing face. And he bought it.
"You're free to go home for now but we will be in touch later tonight."
"Thank you."
"Do you need a ride home?" He asked me nicely.
"No. She doesn't." Harry called from the other side of us, me giving him another apologetic look.
"Thank you but I should wait for him."
"Thanks for your time." He stated, walking away.
Harry glared at me with dark eyes, his hands still behind his back and covered in his own injuries.
"Come with me to get cleaned up." The officer instructed him and brought us to an ambulance, unlocking the hand cuffs. He made sure I followed behind them.
Surprisingly he obediently held out his hands as a younger man poured liquid over them, Harry wincing slightly.
"You have some pretty nice cuts, you may need a few stitches." He informed him.
"Fuck that." He replied rudely.
"Harry." I glared into his eyes which were caught on mine.
"I'll just bandage them for now."
"That's what you're suppose to do." Harry rolled his eyes at the poor man who was only helping him.
Without even a thank you, he began to lead us to the student parking lot where our cars were waiting.
"You're leaving yours here." He told me and I didn't feel like objecting. All of the emergencies happening around us was overwhelming me.
I was so in shock by what had happened that I don't think much of this has registered in my mind.
Silently we both got into the car and he sped through the busy lot. It's a habit he has when his anger is jacked up.
"Tell me he hasn't been contacting you again." His tone wasn't as harsh.
"No he hasn't." I confirmed, almost defending myself as if he accused me.
"You swear to me."
"Harry, I swear. You think I wouldn't have said something?"
"You weren't saying much of anything to me to begin with." He shot back.
Just what I need, another fight.
"I wonder why." I said sarcastically, his fists now visibly clenching the steering wheel.
"Don't fucking start right now." He gritted his teeth. "That son of a bitch is lucky he didn't lay a single finger on you."
"He'd be dead, you realize that?" He asked me as a serious question.
"He should be." I corrected him. "Notice I didn't tell you to stop this time. You had a chance."
"And so did you."
"You know I couldn't live with it."
"Once you realize how many people were hurt today, you'll wish you did." He said looking ahead.
I scoffed, completely upset at this point. He reminded me that it was my fault all of these people were involved. I was the reason he came.
"I'm sorry." He quickly apologized, looking over at me with worried eyes.
My eyes couldn't help but tear up at the events from today. I tried to tell myself that no one was actually killed, but I need to face the facts.
It was all my fault.
If I had just went to the police and told them that I was feeling like I was being watched, maybe they could've done something.
It's too late now.
Harry sped through town which was an awful idea considering all of the police, but no one stopped him.
It was silent until we had to stop at a red light. "Damnit!"
I kept quiet in fear I'd make him even more angry.
Once the light turned from red to green, he sped off and shortly down the road pulled into the "emergency only" parking lot.
I was unbuckled before we even parked and made my way into the crowded waiting room. There were about 20 adults that I assumed were parents of the unfortunate students.
A few were arguing with the men guarding the emergency doors and others were just waiting in panic.
Without even a second glance, I walked inbetween the two men and tried pushing the doors open, Harry behind me.
"I'm sorry you aren't allowed in, just like everyone else." One warned me and Harry glared at them.
"My mother works here and I need to see her."
"Who's your mother?"
"Dr. Taylor, now if you'll excuse me." I pushed them aside and surprisingly they let Harry behind me.
We opened the doors revealing frantic hospital staff going from room to room. I knew my mother had her hands full so I didn't even take time to find her.
Harry stopped one of the passing by nurses with his hand. "Where's Niall Horans room."
"I believe he just went into surgery, aren't you both doctor Taylor's daughter?" She turned to me.
"Yes, Niall's a good friend of ours."
"I'm sorry I can't help, but I'm glad to see you guys are okay." She scurried off after her name had been called several times.
Walking around a corner, I ran into someone. My father.
"Oh my god." He hugged me tightly. "I've never been so happy to see you, are you okay?" he held my hands.
"I'm fine." He looked back at Harry nodding his head.
"What happen to your hands son?"
"That's a story for later." I cut him off in a hurry.
"Jessamine what are you two doing back here?" He questioned me.
"We're looking for someone, Niall Horan." I told him with sorrowful eyes.
"He was just taken into surgery but you need to leave, it's too hectic back here."
"Just tell me what room he'll be put into." I begged.
He pointed down the hall to the last room. "Most likely that one but I can't promise." he sighed.
"I need to help your mother, make sure you stay out of everyone's way!" He warned me and limped away.
"Let's just wait in that room." Harry instructed me and led us into the room, turning on the light.
We took our seats near the window and fell into silence.
I took in the sight of the all to familiar equipment and bed. Even the same ugly sheets they had laid out. The chairs were all the same in each room but this one at least had a nicer tv.
Harry stood up from nerves and paced the room, not looking at me. Just the floor and passing by people.
It was quiet for quite a long time and eventually he left the room without a word. I sighed and leaned against the window, drowning in my thoughts.
My life is so fucked up.
It was obvious I had been crying when he came back, two coffees in hand. He was hesitant to hand me one but did so anyway.
"Hazelnut with sweetener." he stated.
"Thanks." I choked out.
"Look I'm sorry if I said anything to upset you. It's not your fault."
"It is." I cried, shaking my head.
"No it's not, you had no idea." He attempted to comfort me.
"I'm the one to blame."
"Jess no it isn't! You can't control what other fucked up people do in this world." he put his hand on my leg but I pushed it away.
"I can at least try to prevent it." tears dripped down my face. "You don't understand." I shook my head.
"Then tell me, you know I'm always listening."
"Harry I knew he was watching me. At least that's what I thought, and it was right."
He looked at me with a blank stare. His mouth slightly parted but no words coming out.
Before he could form a thought, a bed came rolling in with an unconscious Niall lying in it.
"Are you family?" The two ladies asked.
"Yes." I lied, Harry still just looking at Niall.
"Well he's going to be okay but he'll be on best rest for about a week." They began hooking him up to equipment.
"His surgery went well though, thankfully they could get the bullet out."
I nodded my head, knowing they were trying not to stare at me crying.
After they left the room, it was silent except for Nialls heart monitor beeping at a steady pace.
"I'm going to find Louis." I announced quietly.
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Yeah yeahhh he's alive bc I didn't have the guts to kill him off. Haha that sounds awful
This chapter kinda sucked I'm sorry
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