Bella's POV:

I woke up to the feeling of sharp pain on my wrists... I have no idea what happened last night. I peered down at my hands saw dried blood all over them. "What the hell..." I muttered to myself slowly rising from the floor. My insides were hurting like never before and my private area was so sore I couldn't get myself up.

"Oh my god... You're awake." I heard a voice enter the room. I looked up with tears in my eyes at Chris slowly coming to my side. He helped me sit up against the back side of the bed and I let out a sigh.

"Are you ok?" I asked wincing at the amount of pain I was in. I've never physically hurt more than I do at this moment in time.

"I'm alright, just a bump on the head. Where's Louis?" He asked. I guess he had just woken up too.

"He's not in the room?!" I questioned surprisedly.

"No, I would have gone to get help but I can't leave you." He whispered. I looked around the room and spotted the hotel phone.

"I need to call Harry. Give me that phone." I whimpered as I tried to move.

"We can't risk it Bella, Louis will know if we made a call!" He whisper shouted. "And we don't know when he's coming back." He reminded. He had a point.... but I couldn't wait any longer. I thrusted myself up and slowly stepped towards the bed. "Easy there." Chris whispered helping me up. I grabbed the phone and quickly dialed Harry's number.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Harry! It's Bella." I started sobbing into the phone.

"Bella? Where the hell are you?" He shouted into the phone. I couldn't even breathe at this point, I was drowning in my tears.

"Harry, please help me. Please, please." I sobbed. "I love you so much." I cried. Chris grabbed the phone from my ear and talked to Harry.

"She's in pretty rough shape... I couldn't help her, Louis knocked me out with a gun. We're in room 501, when you get here you need to take Bella to the hospital. I'll take care of Louis." He snarled into the phone. I kept reaching for the phone but Chris swatted my hands away. "Relax, he's already here. We've been looking for you for over a week..." He sighed.

"Chris... I don't feel well." I said laying down on the bed. My stomach was in knots and I was sweating buckets.

"Bella... Could you be pregnant?" He asked lifting up my shirt. I looked down and shook my head at marks all over my stomach, Louis probably belted me last night.

"No, Louis made me take a pregnancy test yesterday morning. I'm not." I assured him.

"You wouldn't be able to tell anyway, you can't tell for three weeks in. Have you had sex with anyone three weeks ago?" He asked. My heart did a flip flop and my stomach was hurting even more.

"Oh my god. What if I'm pregnant with Harry's baby!" I screamed clutching my stomach. "Or what if it's Louis'. Oh my gosh. Ow!" I screamed crying harder. Chris started to dial for help, but the hotel room door swung open. Louis.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?!" He screamed looking down at me. His eyes bulged out of his head.

"What the hell did you do to her last night?!" Chris screamed pointing at my stomach and then my bleeding wrists.

"I didn't do that to her wrists, she did that on her own. The stomach burns are just consequences." He smirked. "Stop being such a baby, and stand up!" He growled at me. He pulled his gun out causing Chris to back off and I refused to get up.

"I can't get up." I sobbed out. The pain was so bad right now, I wanted to die. Louis must have seriously tortured my last night if I slit my wrists that badly and can't even remember. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm, pulled me up, and slammed me against the floor. Chris jumped for me, and Louis shot him in the foot. "Louis no!!!!!" I screamed.

"Why the fuck did you have to get involved Chris!" Louis let out a cry. "Why'd you make me shoot you! You can't get involved with Sarah! She'll cheat on me again!" I laid on the floor motionless when I heard footsteps piling into the room.

"Oh my god." I heard a familiar voice say in terror. I looked up and saw Harry, Zayn, Drew and Liam all standing in the door way in terror. Immediately, Harry came down to me and let out a small cry. "Bell, you're gonna be alright. I love you." He insisted. I felt his hands travel to my wrists and he gasped so loudly.

"Don't fucking touch my girlfriend!" Louis shouted firing a gun at him. It struck him, and blasted right through his shoulder.

"Harry!" I choked out reaching for him. I heard two more shots go off, and Louis hit the ground.

"Somebody call the police!" Drew screamed rushing towards Harry. Liam ran over to Chris and Zayn came down face level with me.

"He's not gonna die. It's gonna be ok." He smiled. I looked over at Zayn and shouted when I saw blood pouring out of his shoulder.

"Zayn! You've been shot too!" I screamed. Liam immediately rushed to his side and helped him to the sit down. I started crying so hard I coughed blood, and soon everything went dark, so dark that I saw a faint light.

Am I going to die? Are Harry, Zayn and Chris all going to die too? And then my worst fear came to mind... Is Louis going to live?

Notes

OMG MY HEART HURTS AFTER WRITING THIS!
but i told you guys that if you comment, i'll update :) so i updated!

::::::::::: IMPORTANT ::::::::::

ok heres a serious question;
should i either;
1. end the story in maybe like 10 chapters
2. just keep writing the same ballerina bruises until i get to chapter like 8398302
3. end this, and then start a new story?

COMMENT & LET ME KNOW, 1, 2, 3, OR IF YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA! xxxx :)