Troubled
"I was more used to this stuff"
Out of all the days of weeks I had to work on a Sunday. It had already been 2 hours since I walk into the little Deli, the smell of newspapers and rotten walls filled my nose making me grimace. I hated it here but I needed money and no one else would take me. The Indian couple who owned this Deli couldn’t speak English properly for shit, I still wonder how the hell they their allowed to work here. One of the girls I work with, Alexis, who can actually speak properly and was born here in Holmes Chapel, was the only person I could talk to and she actually made my day somewhat enjoyable.
“Lex! You got any more milk back there? We’re already out.”
The Deli was empty at the moment, but over 30 minutes ago a group of builders who were up early, preparing for their day had cleaned out the milk and iced coffee. It was amazing how much junk they ate, no wonder they were so big.
“Just think, 5 more hours and we’re free for the rest of the week.”
Alexis stood next to me letting out a heavy sigh.
“Hey, at least we get extra pay?”
Alexis laughed carrying a crate filled with cartons of milk to the fridges. She was right though, 5 hours to waste somehow. Before I had a chance to sit down at finish reading the rest of my magazine I had started reading, non-other but those emerald green eyes looked over at me. Harry Styles with his white T-shirt showing off his perfect muscle toned shoulders and arms, his hands dug in his baggy, black jeans. He cleared his throat before opening his mouth.
“Umm a packet of Marlboro thanks.”
Without argument I reached up and grabbed the packet of cigarettes down from the shelf. I turned back to him, his money in his hand ready to pay and be gone, but when as a man with a black coat on followed three other customers into the Deli, I had a feeling that Harry wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. I saw the gun grasped in the man’s hand, making me gasp. My blood froze, my heart beating furiously in my chest; I was surprised Harry couldn’t hear it. Harry suddenly frowned at my expression, following my gaze turning to the man in the black coat who looked directly back at us. Harry quickly tuned back to me, his eyes staring into mine darkly.
“Get down.”
Harry whispered breathlessly so only I could hear. Before I had a chance to obey the man suddenly pulled out the gun, holding it out in front of him straight toward me.
“Everyone get down! Down on the ground!”
It was the man in the black coat screaming at us now. The remaining customers shrieked as they dropped to the floor as they had been told. I sank down to the ground behind the counter, my body stiffened and my breath hitched in my throat from fear. Out of all of the days during the week, it had to be a Sunday I had to work, and now get shot.
I peeked over the counter and frowned to find Harry still standing, simply staring over at the man with no expression on his face whatsoever. I watched his hand reach down at something in his jeans, glimpsing his own gun in his pocket, I mentally cursed myself as I crawled around to the gap leading to behind the counter. As Harry was about to pull his gun out I grabbed hold of his arm, yanking him down violently. I heard him let out a growl in protest but simply moved to the corner of the counter, gun in hand, ready to attack.
I watched Harry look up at me, putting a finger to his lips indication for me to stay quiet. He suddenly turned and held out his gun to the man in the black goat, I heard loud gunshots forcing me to clasp my hands over my ears. Harry pulled back behind the counter to safety, panting slightly, his eyes still looking dark and terrifying.
“I just want the money! If I get one more bullet my way I will shoot you all!”
I watched as Harry smirked slightly, preparing to send more bullets his way. He was going to get up all shot for sure. I heard more loud gunshots before everything went silent again. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping, wishing this was a bad nightmare that seemed really realistic. My eyes opened but I was still on the floor behind the counter, a hostage, a target.
“No money, no survivors. Simple as that. Give me what I want and I’ll leave.”
I swallowed thickly as I looked over to Harry, a pained expression on his face. I frowned before noticing his hand clasping onto his left shoulder.
“Shit..”
I heard him curse himself quietly. I looked over to see blood seeping through his white T-shirt and my heart stopped. He was shot.
Harry’s P.O.V
I slumped back against the counter, out of the man’s shooting range. This guys was nothing but scumbag who was desperate and greedy for money, he should have been easy to take down, but I couldn’t get him on a straight enough angle to shoot him. I reached out to shoot at him again, suddenly feeling searing pain through my left shoulder. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from yelling out.
“No money, no survivors. Simple as that. Give me what I want and I’ll leave.”
I grabbed my shoulder knowing I was hit, I could feel the sticky, wet blood already seeping through my think T-shirt.
“Shit…”
I cursed myself under my breath my head pounding loudly in my ears.
“Harry…”
I hear my name faintly, focussing my attention to the girl behind the counter. I had seen her before at school, but something else had clicked in my brain… She had pumped into me on the street near the amusement park.
I saw the fear in her hazel green eyes. I suddenly wondered how she knew my name . With one arm I pulled myself over to her, making no noise as I slid across the floor. My arm was throbbing like mad; it seemed to be traveling to my head. This wasn’t good, I saw stars and dark blotches, knowing I was going to pass out at any time, but I blinked furiously trying to stay conscious. The pain in my arm seemed to be working against me, throbbing so hard I had to bite my tongue to stop any noise escaping my lips.
The gunman’s voice echoed through my ears as I feel my body fail from under me, I let my eyes slip closed, and knowing I probably wouldn’t be able to open them again. The next time I open my eyes I looked up to see the girls face looking over mine, her arms holding onto. I could feel her shaking form under me from fear. I felt sorry for her, she was probably terrified right now, but I was more used to this stuff.
I just stared into her hazel green eyes for a while, her face already plastered into my brain. She was really beautiful. Her eyes gleamed and her eyelashes were thick and long. Her brown, wavy hair was up in a ponytail, falling over her shoulder. I heard a few gunshots but they seemed so far away. Everything seemed so far away.
“Lex! You got any more milk back there? We’re already out.”
The Deli was empty at the moment, but over 30 minutes ago a group of builders who were up early, preparing for their day had cleaned out the milk and iced coffee. It was amazing how much junk they ate, no wonder they were so big.
“Just think, 5 more hours and we’re free for the rest of the week.”
Alexis stood next to me letting out a heavy sigh.
“Hey, at least we get extra pay?”
Alexis laughed carrying a crate filled with cartons of milk to the fridges. She was right though, 5 hours to waste somehow. Before I had a chance to sit down at finish reading the rest of my magazine I had started reading, non-other but those emerald green eyes looked over at me. Harry Styles with his white T-shirt showing off his perfect muscle toned shoulders and arms, his hands dug in his baggy, black jeans. He cleared his throat before opening his mouth.
“Umm a packet of Marlboro thanks.”
Without argument I reached up and grabbed the packet of cigarettes down from the shelf. I turned back to him, his money in his hand ready to pay and be gone, but when as a man with a black coat on followed three other customers into the Deli, I had a feeling that Harry wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. I saw the gun grasped in the man’s hand, making me gasp. My blood froze, my heart beating furiously in my chest; I was surprised Harry couldn’t hear it. Harry suddenly frowned at my expression, following my gaze turning to the man in the black coat who looked directly back at us. Harry quickly tuned back to me, his eyes staring into mine darkly.
“Get down.”
Harry whispered breathlessly so only I could hear. Before I had a chance to obey the man suddenly pulled out the gun, holding it out in front of him straight toward me.
“Everyone get down! Down on the ground!”
It was the man in the black coat screaming at us now. The remaining customers shrieked as they dropped to the floor as they had been told. I sank down to the ground behind the counter, my body stiffened and my breath hitched in my throat from fear. Out of all of the days during the week, it had to be a Sunday I had to work, and now get shot.
I peeked over the counter and frowned to find Harry still standing, simply staring over at the man with no expression on his face whatsoever. I watched his hand reach down at something in his jeans, glimpsing his own gun in his pocket, I mentally cursed myself as I crawled around to the gap leading to behind the counter. As Harry was about to pull his gun out I grabbed hold of his arm, yanking him down violently. I heard him let out a growl in protest but simply moved to the corner of the counter, gun in hand, ready to attack.
I watched Harry look up at me, putting a finger to his lips indication for me to stay quiet. He suddenly turned and held out his gun to the man in the black goat, I heard loud gunshots forcing me to clasp my hands over my ears. Harry pulled back behind the counter to safety, panting slightly, his eyes still looking dark and terrifying.
“I just want the money! If I get one more bullet my way I will shoot you all!”
I watched as Harry smirked slightly, preparing to send more bullets his way. He was going to get up all shot for sure. I heard more loud gunshots before everything went silent again. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping, wishing this was a bad nightmare that seemed really realistic. My eyes opened but I was still on the floor behind the counter, a hostage, a target.
“No money, no survivors. Simple as that. Give me what I want and I’ll leave.”
I swallowed thickly as I looked over to Harry, a pained expression on his face. I frowned before noticing his hand clasping onto his left shoulder.
“Shit..”
I heard him curse himself quietly. I looked over to see blood seeping through his white T-shirt and my heart stopped. He was shot.
Harry’s P.O.V
I slumped back against the counter, out of the man’s shooting range. This guys was nothing but scumbag who was desperate and greedy for money, he should have been easy to take down, but I couldn’t get him on a straight enough angle to shoot him. I reached out to shoot at him again, suddenly feeling searing pain through my left shoulder. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from yelling out.
“No money, no survivors. Simple as that. Give me what I want and I’ll leave.”
I grabbed my shoulder knowing I was hit, I could feel the sticky, wet blood already seeping through my think T-shirt.
“Shit…”
I cursed myself under my breath my head pounding loudly in my ears.
“Harry…”
I hear my name faintly, focussing my attention to the girl behind the counter. I had seen her before at school, but something else had clicked in my brain… She had pumped into me on the street near the amusement park.
I saw the fear in her hazel green eyes. I suddenly wondered how she knew my name . With one arm I pulled myself over to her, making no noise as I slid across the floor. My arm was throbbing like mad; it seemed to be traveling to my head. This wasn’t good, I saw stars and dark blotches, knowing I was going to pass out at any time, but I blinked furiously trying to stay conscious. The pain in my arm seemed to be working against me, throbbing so hard I had to bite my tongue to stop any noise escaping my lips.
The gunman’s voice echoed through my ears as I feel my body fail from under me, I let my eyes slip closed, and knowing I probably wouldn’t be able to open them again. The next time I open my eyes I looked up to see the girls face looking over mine, her arms holding onto. I could feel her shaking form under me from fear. I felt sorry for her, she was probably terrified right now, but I was more used to this stuff.
I just stared into her hazel green eyes for a while, her face already plastered into my brain. She was really beautiful. Her eyes gleamed and her eyelashes were thick and long. Her brown, wavy hair was up in a ponytail, falling over her shoulder. I heard a few gunshots but they seemed so far away. Everything seemed so far away.
2/27/13