Just Another Fairy Tale

*Amanda's POV*


"In the living room. NOW!" Dylan yells. We all turn around and head to the living room. Niall wraps his arm around my waist. I look ahead and see Zan has done the same thing, Louis and Eleanor are holding hands as well as Tiffany and Harry. Why am I telling you this? Because.

"No physical contact with your girlfriends!" Dylan yells. That's why. Harry turned around. His fists clenched.

"Harry, stay calm! Babe, don't-" Tiffany start as she was tugging on his arm. Begging for him to stay calm.

"You can make me suffer, but not this way I can't survive not being able to hold my girl!" Harry yells. Dylan just sends another bullet into the house. I fly's through the house and breaks another window. I sigh. Harry staring at Dylan in fear.

"Go now." He says. Harry turns and walks beside Tiffany, but not holding her. I notice Niall has already let me go. But he's very tempted to grab a hold of my hand. I take his hand.

"Did you not hear me!?" Dylan yells.

"I'm sorry what!?" I yell, turning. He was about to pull the trigger again but Niall let go of my hand and turned.

"Okay okay, we're sorry!" Niall yells. We continue walking to the living room. We all take a seat on the couch. Dylan comes in with his 2 friends. The helicopter gone.

"Curly, against the call." Dylan says. Harry stands. His back against the wall. He points the gun at Harry.

"YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T KILL ANYONE!" I yell.

"I won't. Arms and legs spread, curly." Dylan says. Harry spreads his arms and legs. Dylan shoots in between his legs and the bullet makes a dent in the wall. He shoots close above Harry's right arm. Another dent in the wall.

"Go curly. Blondie, up." He says. Harry sits down. Niall stands. I gulp. Dylan shoots at the same places. Then Liam, then Louis, then Tiff, then El, then Perrie, then Ed and I'm last. I get nervous. He shoots them all at the same place, except my. One bullet goes centimeters away from my head. The other one goes through my hand. I gasp and fall to the ground.

"Oops." He smiles. Every stands to help me.

"Blondie, take her into the room and bandage her hand. Stop the bleeding she has first aid kits." Niall grabbed my by the waist and helped my upstairs as I look at my hand, seeing the blood coming out quickly. I gasp in pain. Niall brings me to my room and into my personal washroom.

"Babe, this will hurt." He says. I nod. He turns on the tap and brings my hand underneath the water. It runs, rinsing the blood. I squeal, trying to contain the pain. Once the blood was slowly going away, I saw the bruise.

"This will sting too." He says, take out the hand sanitizer.

"Will you kiss me better?" I ask.

"We can secretly make out here if you want." He says. I nod and kiss his cheek. He lifts me up and sits me down on the counter. He rubs sanitizer over his hand. He rubs it around my bruise, blood getting on his hands. I weep in pain. He then goes to my first aid kit and takes out the bandages. Not the ones for like, cuts or scraps or falls. The white ones that wrap around your bruise. He gently wraps my hand. Once he finished he cleans up and washes his hands before turning back to me. I tell him to come closer and he does.

I wrap my legs around his torso, but I stay sitting. My hands go to the back of his neck and his hands go to my waist. I crash my lips onto his. My right hand going to his hair as my fingers run through his tangled hair. I slip my tongue into his mouth without even asking for an entrance. Our tongues play around and I giggle a bit. He pulls away as I give him a disappointed look.

"If we stay here too long Dylan will be mad and shoot us." He says.

"I don't care, I want you." I say, stand up. Trying to be the big man but he's taller. I look at the ground and back up at him.

"Fine. You win this round." I say was we walk back downstairs. No contact sadly. We got down and Dylan was telling us our sleeping rules.

"Are we allowed to cuddle up with our girlfriends?" Louis asks. Dylan sighs.

"FINE!" He yells.

"Last rule, don't disturb me unless you want to be shot or stabbed. Sleep now!" He yells and walks upstairs. Niall and I get the couch. He lays down on his back and I climb on top of him. He lays a soft kiss on my lips and lays his head back.

"I love you." He says.

"I love you more." I say and we drift to sleep. I hope tomorrow I won't get shot cause my hand fucking hurts like hell.

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