Hideaway [h.s]

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Harry Styles

"Harry, what are we doing out here?" Amelia complains as I hold her nimble hand in my big one, leading her deep into the forest with a bunch of old beer bottles in my one arm.

"Many people are looking for us, wanting us dead. You need to learn how to protect yourself." I vaguely explain while stopping once I see a giant fallen tree trunk in the middle of the forest.

This will work.

I let go of her hand and walk over to the tall trunk, taking the beer bottles and lining four up evenly spaced on top of the dead tree. I place the other four on the ground next to the tree before walking back over to a confused looking Amelia swimming in my leather jacket.

"I still don't understand why I'm here." She says as I step in front of her.

"As much as I want to keep you safe in your own little delicate world, you need to learn how to shoot in case of someone tries to take you from me." I explain while taking out the black gun in my waistband.

She chuckles and shakes her head, "That's not necessary."

"Amelia it's not as easy as it looks." I say back while reloading the gun.

"No really Harry, this isn't necessary." She repeats with the same smug look on her face. She really doesn't get it.

"Okay fine, here." I say while handing her the bulky gun; "Try to shoot all these bottles from this spot." I say in disbelief while grabbing her arms and direction her to stand about ten meters away.

She huffs as I move to the side, standing a few feet away and placing my hands in my hoodie pocket. Shes going to soon understand that this wont be as easy as she thinks.

"Give it a go." I say while watching her hold the gun in her delicate hands.

She turns her attention to the bottles on the tree trunk, taking a moment before raising the gun up straight in her arms.

I stand their silently with a smirk, knowing that she will miss all of these and ask for my help, but she's too stubborn to admit it.

But then suddenly she starts shooting, and I watch one by one all the bottle shattering within the first shots. I widen my eyes and watch her shatter four bottles with four bullets, keeping an unamused look on her face the entire time. Her face becomes serious as she shoots, her eyes displaying rebellion but her plump pink lips still look like they belong to an angel.

Its making me hard just looking at her.

My jaw feels like it's dropped to the ground as she puts the gun to her side and turns to look at me, taking her plump bottom lip between her teeth with that 'I told you so' look on her face.

"Are we done here?" She says while holding out the gun for me to retrieve.

I stand absolutely shocked, not hiding it on my face at all. Is their something I'm missing? Because I just watched the most pure naive girl shoot four beer bottles on the first try.

"Sorry who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" I walk over to her in amazement, grabbing her fragile hips and kissing her soft forehead.