No Control

“Holy fuck!” Liam screamed, he rolled onto his side and grabbed hold of his leg which was bleeding so rapidly that the puddle had already reached where Niall was laying.

“Oh my god Liam! Holy shit, Li,” Niall yelled, and pushed himself to his knees and slid over to Liam.

Harry and Dax wasted no time in running to his side. Harry was the first to shove Niall out of the way, causing him to stumble backwards onto his ass. Harry snapped a few times in Liam’s face to keep him alert, as he was slowly closing his eyes, “Liam, look at me right now.” He ordered, and Liam let out another scream of pain and his hands gripped his upper thigh harder. I winced at the sound of his scream, I couldn’t even imagine the pain he was in right now.

“What the hell happened?” Dax asks, waving his hand between Liam’s bleeding leg, Niall, and the food cupboard.

“I don’t know man! We got bored of your arguing, so we came in here to get some food.. when I opened the cupboard doors, I heard this click, and next thing I know I’m getting shoved to the ground, and he’s screaming like a bitch!” Niall explained, and I could tell by the tone in his voice the last thirty seconds of his life was a blur.

“Screw you Niall, I just got shot, so I’m allowed to scream like a bitch.” Liam says through gritted teeth.

“Shot?” Callie asks in disbelief. Dax cautiously walked over to the storage cupboard, and switched the light on before pulling back and waiting for anything else to go off. Once nothing did, he took a step forward.

The storage cupboard wasn’t big, it was like a smaller version of a food closet that you would find in most houses.The walls inside were stacked with shelves of snacks and food that you didn’t actually have to cook. I think about three, or four people could fit in there.

“It’s a booby trap.” Dax says, and raises his arm to pull something off of the cupboard’s back wall.

“You think?” Liam screamed back, and we were all silent, nobody blamed him for his sarcasm he was dishing out right now. He had a bullet in his leg because he pushed his best friend out of the way, if that doesn’t give you a free pass then I don’t know what does.

Dax turned back to us and was looking at the object in his hand. He was holding a gun, it was one with the really long end that you would usually see in assassin movies, “This explains why we didn’t know anything happened until Liam started screaming,” He muttered to himself, messing with something on the thicker end of the gun, “It has a silencer on it.” I shook my head in disbelief, I mean this was some serious James Bond shit, booby trapped doors and gun silencers.

“I know. I heard the click.” Liam says, through his heavy breaths.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, but thanks man! You saved my life.” Niall smiled, patting him on the shoulder. He was looking at him with such gratitude, that I swear I just saw Niall fall in love with Liam.

“Don’t mention it.” He snapped, trying his hardest to hold back another scream.

“We need to get him back to the others,” Harry stated, “Maybe one of them will know how to treat his leg.”

“I know how to treat it,” Liam groaned, “With doctors and a hospital.”

“Well you’re going to have to deal with a torn up couch and some cheap painkillers for now, buddy.” He replied, and gestured Niall to come help lift Liam. As they were propping him up, both Callie and myself cringed because he let out one of the most bone chilling screams we would probably ever hear.

“Fuck!” Liam snapped, he took a deep breath to calm himself, then we all began to walk out of the kitchen, “Wait, wait!” He screamed again, and all of us stopped in our tracks, and my first thought was that he was about to pass out from the pain, or he couldn’t stand anymore.. let alone hop on one foot, “I got shot because I wanted some cheese puffs, there is no way I am walking out here with a bullet wound and no puffs.”

The guys smiled and Niall carefully escaped from underneath Liam’s arm, making sure he was balanced before running back over to the cupboard, “Whatever you want buddy, I literally owe you my life.” Niall’s head popped out of the door after a few seconds and waved me and Callie over, “You she-males need to come over here and help.”

Dax took Niall’s spot and helped carry Liam back to the hall while the three of us grabbed as much food as our arms could carry. I grabbed canned foods and some Gatorades, while Niall and Callie took all the junk food.

“-No, it was booby trapped.” I hear Harry say when we walk back into the main hall. He was in the middle of a conversation with Ms. Roberts, who looked like she was going to have a heart attack at the sight of Liam’s leg. Niall set all of the snacks he grabbed on the floor, except for the bag of cheese puffs which he placed beside Liam on the couch.

“I got shot in case you didn’t guess.” Liam says, groaning and laying his head back on the couch cushion.

“Do any of you know what to do?” Harry asks, hoping someone had some kind of first aid training. They all looked confused at first, probably because their knowledge of first aid was only on scrapes and bruises, not bullet wounds.

Ms. Roberts knelt down to Liam, looked more closely at the shot, “Pressure,” She says, “We need to keep pressure on it.” After a minute of thinking, she began to take her shirt off. Every male in the room had widened their eyes, and even Liam momentarily forgot about the pain as he watched a hot teacher taking her clothes off in front of him. Unfortunately for them though, she had a black tank top on underneath her pink shirt.

Ms. Roberts ripped her shirt in half, then ever-so carefully began to wrap the material around his leg. Liam screamed, yet again as she lifted and turned his leg to make sure everything was patched up right. She mumbled an apology, but kept focused on the work at hand.

“Are you like a nurse or something too?” Niall asks her, looking impressed.

“No, my father taught me about treating all types of injuries. He was a paramedic, and also really over-protective so he felt like I needed to know everything he did.” She explained.

“Well if we ever get out of here, remind me to personally thank him for teaching you how to do stuff like this. If it weren’t for you, who know’s how long my good buddy here would of had left to live.” He says, which causes Liam, along with half the other people in the room to drop their jaws at his comment.

After a minute of silence, Ms. Roberts stood to her feet and shook her head, “He passed away two years ago.”

Instantly, I saw Niall go into awkward mode, “I’m uh- sorry to hear that.” He says under his breath.

She smiled reassuringly at him, then turned back to the group, “We need to give Liam some painkillers or something, the longer the bullet is in his leg, the worse it will be for him.” Ms. Roberts explained.

I had an awful sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized we were now on a time limit. I mean before we all wanted to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible, but now it was no longer about what we wanted, it was about what Liam needed.

“The nurses office probably has that kind of stuff.” Wes says, and I nod.

“I know this isn’t professional for me to tell you-” Mr. Cook spoke up, taking a step towards me and Harry, “-but being professional is the last thing on the fucking list right now. If you want something strong to help the kid, you might as well go up to Mr. Miller’s classroom.” Everyone stared at him confused, and Ms. Roberts let out a short laugh, apparently catching onto what he was getting at.

“That science teacher?” Harry asks, and I nod my head, telling him that Mr. Miller was my chemistry teacher two years ago.

“Yeah, and he’s been caught one too many times with pills that shouldn’t be anywhere near a school like this, let alone in his desk drawer. I’m just going to say the man needs to feel.. numb, before stepping foot into a classroom with.. well, you guys.

“Now I know why he was so laid-back all the time then.” I mumble, causing Callie to laugh and agree.

“Hey, do you remember that time when there were kids literally on the tables, and shooting spitballs at him, but he just sat there staring off into space with that big smile on his face?” Callie asks, and I laugh at the memory.

“He’s sure kept his mouth closed,” I say.

Harry scoffs from beside me, “That trait must be going around then.” He comments, and I didn’t even have to look at him to know he was staring his icy daggers right at me.

Before I could turn to him and tell him to piss off, Mr. Clark steps in, “Am I missing something?”

“I’ll tell you later,” Niall whispered to him, and he nodded but kept his perplexed gaze on the two of us.

Harry let out a bitter laugh, “I don’t know how you can stand there and look like you have the right to be pissed off.”

“Because you’re pushing this when it’s really not the time to do so, Styles.” I snap back at him.

“No, the time would have been earlier this evening when I first saw you.”

“Oh my god, can you move on and get over it? We have bigger things to worry about.” I say, and his jaw clenches. Right now, I could tell he would love nothing more than to start screaming or throwing things at me. He tilted his head back towards the ceiling, closed his eyes, and began to take deep breaths.

“I need to get out of here before I lose it.” He says, then turns on his heel, and heads for the door.

“You are not going out there on your own!” Callie yells.

Harry didn’t even turn to look at her, but proceeded to keep walking, “Somebody needs to get those pills.” With that, he grabbed the handle of the door and walked right out. My jaw was hanging wide open as i tried to understand why or how he could be so angry as to walk out there on his own with slasher joe wandering the halls.

Dax began walking towards the door to go after Harry, and I don’t know why, but I found myself jogging after him. My guilt had made a decision for me. Before he reached the door, I grabbed Dax’s shoulder to stop him, “I’ll get him, I think he’ll blow on anyone else who tries to.”

“No offence, Mia, but don’t you think you’ll make it worse?” He asks.

I shrug, “Maybe, but I’m the one he’s pissed at, so I should be the one to sort it out.”

Dax says nothing, so I take that as my cue to leave. I make my way down another hall, just in time to see Harry rounding a corner to go up the stairs. My legs moved as quickly as they could to catch up with him, but it was no use.. his were longer and he was faster. In the staircase, I could hear his angry footsteps were almost to the third floor. I was about to scream at him, and tell him to wait, but a part of me was scared because I didn’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention yelling his name. Harry and his lovely knife were too far ahead to rescue me.

When I made it to the third floor, I had still not caught up with him. Mr. Miller’s classroom was on the other end of the hallway and he was already three quarters of the way there. I mean, I know I’m out of shape, but seriously it was like he was on rollerskates. I swear, if I make it out of this damn school, I’m investing in a gym membership.

When Harry actually entered Mr. Miller’s room, and I was left in the hallway alone, I began to panic. I was completely vulnerable right now, and the creep could snatch me at any given moment. Once I caught my breath from the multiple flights of stairs, I sprinted down the apparent never-ending hallway.

After a minute, I was finally a foot or two away from Mr. Miller’s room. I was practically choking on air now, my throat and lungs were on fire. When I mustered enough courage, I stepped into the room. Harry was scavenging though all of the desk drawers, throwing random things across the classroom.

“I know you’re pissed at me, but running off like Lassie isn’t going to solve anything.” I snapped at him, while holding onto my chest to try to stop the burning.
“Found the pills,” He says, keeping his tone steady and cold. I rolled my eyes, and went to open my mouth to tell him to stop being such a child, but before I had the chance to even blink- “Mia, behind you!” He screamed, and my whole body went stiff as I turned around.

I have never felt fear intensify in my body faster than it did in that moment. As I saw the melted plastic face, and the white cartoon eyes get closer to me, I forgot how to scream. Instead, Lara Croft shot out of the depths within me and rose to the surface, because as he came at me with his unbelievably huge knife gripped in hand, I quickly moved out of the way and potato punched him in the side of the head.

For those of you who don’t know what a potato punch is, let me explain. A normal punch is is closed fist being directly planted onto most likely your face, whereas a potato punch is more like a closed fist thump. Imagine me throwing a giant potato at your head, and that’s basically it. Apparently, I am incapable of punching normally, so a potato punch is my best defense skill.

I heard the sounds of tables and chairs being thrown to the side, and for a second I actually forgot Harry was in the room and had assumed someone had let a wild bull loose. He instantly flew at the creep with the knife firm in his grip, but the guy was one step ahead of him, because just like myself, he dodged Harry. Harry almost face-planted, but before he could the creep grabbed ahold of his arm and slammed it against the countertop, causing him to drop the knife.

I began to panic, because Harry now had nothing to protect him. Without a second thought, I realized I needed to be his knife. I lunged forward and jumped onto the creep’s back, and threw my arms around his neck to try and get him off of Harry. I swear though, it was like I was on Arnold Schwarzenegger's back or something, because even with me on his back like a monkey he still punched Harry square in the jaw, sending him onto the ground.

With him down, the creep could now focus all his attention on me. He started thrashing his body to rid me off of his back, but in the end he must have remembered he was still holding a knife because before I knew it, I felt the sharp blade cut across my forehead. I instantly let out a scream of pain, released my tight grip, and dropped to my feet.

Harry was now crawling on his hands and knees over to where he had lost his knife moments ago. Without hesitation, the creep turned towards him and stomped on his hand. He let out a muffled sound, but pushed through the pain and grabbed onto the creep’s ankle, pulling it, and sending him backwards onto the floor.

I wiped the blood that was dripping down my face, then began to jog over to Harry. However, I didn’t make it very far because a hand reached out and tripped me. The creep was in the process of getting up when he pulled me onto the floor with him, and while I was laying there, he rose to his feet and heaved me up. I saw the knife in his left hand, shining as it came down for me, but right before it hit me dead in the chest, I was miraculously able to spin my body out of his hold and slam into a shelf. Beakers, test-tubes, scales, and bunsen burners came flying off of the shelf on impact, causing the creep to back away from me.

It stalled him for about ten seconds, then he came at me faster than he did before. I swear though, I had a knight in shining armour, because when the blade was about half an inch from my chest, the creep was being spun around forcefully by Harry, who had wasted not a second before head-butting him so hard, that I could not miss the sound of something crunching. He threw him halfway across the room, and to my surprise instead of finishing off the job he ran towards me.

My shoe ended up slipping from under me and I fell directly on to the ground. Without warning, Harry grabbed my wrist harder than his previous grip on his knife and began to pull me up, “Get the fuck up, we have to go!” He yelled, but before I made it onto my feet, I noticed the creep standing to his, “Get the fuck up, Mia!”

With one last tug on my wrist, I was up and Harry was dragging me out of the room. I ignored the pain on my forehead and back as best as I could, but it was beginning to get unbearable. I used the only energy I had left on trying to keep up with Harry, and if it wasn’t for him pulling me along, I would have given up by now and told the creep to just kill me already.

I had no idea where we were going, but he led us to the stairs, and we were taking them two at a time up to the fourth floor. I could hear fast-paced footsteps from behind, and the fear that was in every ounce of my being multiplied times ten with every step we took. At one point though, I think we managed to lose him because when I looked behind me, nobody was there. Harry did not stop running until we were in a classroom, and even then he did not let go of me wrist. Immediately, I buckled over and began coughing to catch my breath.

I swear it felt like I was having a heart attack, the burning was so intense. I’m a seventeen year old girl, being this unfit is so far from healthy.

Through my deathly choking, and heavy whale breaths, the both of us could not miss the sound that came from the hallway. Harry places a finger over his mouth, “Shh,” then grabbed my forearm and led me to the back of the room. By now I had realized we were in the drama room, and there was a door at the back that ended up being the storage room, where all the old props and costumes were.

He pushed me inside as quickly as possible, then came in after me. The room was jam packed with racks of clothes, buckets of smaller props, boxes of shoes, and along the walls were shelves of masks and wigs. We both cursed under our breaths as we realized there was no lock on the door. I glanced out of the square glass on the door, which gave me a clear view of the drama room. The classroom door was halfway open making me groan to myself. Why didn’t I close it all the way? My breathing did not calm down, it had only gotten more frantic as I thought about the creep walking in at any given moment.

Harry leaned his back against the door, then slid down to the ground. I, however, couldn’t tear my eyes away from the window. The room we were in was dark, but I could still see everything due to the moonlight shining through the window right outside of the door, and light in the hallway. My thoughts about the great invention of electricity and windows were cut short though as I saw a figure approach the doorway to the drama room. I let out a gasp without meaning to, and instantly Harry grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tugged me onto the ground beside him.

“Shh,”

“Do you think he saw me? What if he catches us?” I whisper.

“He won’t catch us, don’t worry.” Harry says.

“What if he comes in here?”

“He won’t,”

“But what if he does, Harry?”

His jaw clenched in annoyance to my constant questions, and he glances over to me, “If he comes in here, we’re both going to die a slow, and painful death. You better cherish these last few moments.” He snapped, and my mouth fell wide open. Well, that didn’t put me at ease at all.

I felt a yank on my shirt, and I looked down, realizing he had still not let go of my shirt from when he had pulled me down. My eyes were glued to his hand, which was not easing up on the grip, and it was made clear that he was not letting go anytime soon.

It was then, when I started to notice the way we were sitting. My side was resting against the door, and I was facing Harry. My knees were resting against his legs, because we were sitting so close. I glanced up at him, then back down to his hand. I could feel my chest rising up and down rapidly, but I was trying not to let my breathing get too loud to where it’d give us away. Again, this brought me back to the fact that this moment right here could infact be the last before I’m stabbed to death by some masked psycho.

My eyes drifted up from his hand, to his torso, until they landed on his face. He wasn’t even looking at me, he was staring at the floor. I could tell he was listening really hard to see if the creep was walking towards the door. It was like all of his senses were on one thing, and that was hearing.

I was however, putting all of my attention on sight. That is when I noticed how truly alluring this boy was.

I never realized how thick his eyelashes were, framing those pale green eyes. I never realized how curly his dark brown hair was, or his prominent dimples. I never realized his lips were so full, or how white his teeth were. I have no idea what came over me, really, I don’t. I swear on my life, until you are in a situation where you genuinely think you are about to die, don’t notice how irrational your thoughts become. You start thinking things that would never even cross your mind on typical day.. sort of like when you are drunk, when you do things that the sober version of you looks back on and cringes with embarrassment, and shame.

I thought over Harry’s words, if these were truly my last few moments, did I want them to be like this? No, I would want to make my final moments better. I don’t think anybody would want to waste their last few moments on this planet. If I was going to die, I wanted to make sure I got something out of my system first.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed Harry’s chin, and lifted his head up.

Then, within a seconds’ time before I could even register his expression, my lips were on his.

Notes

I'm so sorry this chapter wasn't up sooner, my best friend's boyfriend sadly lost his life in a car accident the other night and I have been with her. I hope you guys can understand, I appreciate it.

the next update will probably be tuesday, so try not to get too mad that you have to wait two days with another cliffhanger haha joking :')

xoxo