I Understand. An AU/punk story.

"Put your hands on the table." He snaps. All concern in his voice is gone. Adrenaline and fear rush through every inch of me. Please hurry Harry. I obey his command.

"What do you want?" I whisper.

"I don't want anything. My boss does."

"Is your boss making you do this?" I'm stalling hard core. I just need to buy some time for Harry to return.

"That doesn't matter." He hisses. Pushing the gun a little harder in to my stomach.

He looks around nervously. I have to think. I have to do something. Then it clicks. He doesn't want to. He was told too.

"You don't have too." I mumble back. His eyes fly to mine, full of desperation. "Just put it down and we can forget it."

"Are you really that naive?" He snaps.

"No... I just don't think you should do something you don't want to. Put it down and we can keep it a secret." I plead, putting on my puppy dog eyes.

"I would get jumped... they would kill me!" The gun loosens slightly form his grip.

"Harry could protect you... You know he could... He just want's me safe..Please, I'm trying to help you." And I really am. If he does this. It's his life...

"I don't think you -"

"If you do this. If you shoot me... Harry will come up here with his friends and the other gang that arrived a moment before you. They'll find me. They'll find you. And he'll kill you. Don't underestimate him, Martin." I say softly. It's nothing but the truth. "Just let me help you." I beg him, the gun looses contact with my skin.

Before he can reply a gun shot is fired in our direction, it wizzes above our head. I scream and so does Martin, we fall of the stools and collapse on top of each other on the floor.

Shit.

"Martin, you little prick!" A bug guy comes over and grabs the collar of his shirt, lifting him from the ground. Everyone in the building freezes before they all start panicking. People rush to the font door but freeze when they see the locks. The other crowd run towards the back door which had been also locked in the process. We're trapped. "We all knew you'd pussy out!" He drops the boy on the ground and picks me up instead.

The basement door flies open, everyone rushes out. Harry leads the pack. They all freeze when they see the gun pointed to my head. His eyes meet mine, filled with horror.

Hot tears flood my eyes as my captures hand ensnares a chunk of my hair.

"Harry!" I cry out. he man laughs.

"Hello, Mr. Styles." He laughs loudly.

"Let her go, you fuck!" Harry spits, coming a foot closer.

"Woah, buddy. Easy!" He laughs, tapping the gun lightly on my skull. I squeeze my eyes shut. Martin stares in horror at us. "Now I don't want to hurt this beautiful young woman. But I will. Now everyone take a seat or there's going to be trouble."

"What do you want?"

"You're woman!" He laughs, all the men behind him laugh.

"Harry!" I cry, squirming in his arms. They can't take me. They just can't! I'm full of terror.

"Like hell!" Harry yells back. I see Niall pull a gun as well as Zayn and Liam. Thank God.

"No? Is that you're final answer?" He chuckles. Harry stands there with out a word. The man laughs, his grip on me loosens as he pulls something from his pocket. "Harry, is being difficult. Why don't we give them a little.... fun time.... to change their minds." He speaks in to a walkie talkie. Harry's face goes white.

"Got it. Lights out!" The man on the other line speaks. My capture shoves me on the floor and right before Harry can make a step towards me.

Every single light goes off.

Screams erupt from every ones lungs. Gun shots begin being fired. Feet run past me and in front of me. Someone must have cut the power. It's pitch black. I crawl and my hand hits someone.

Martin.

"Martin!" I cry. His hand finds mine. The music has stopped but someone must have brought a stereo because then 'Find Your Way Back.' Blares through the building at a deafening level.

I have never been more scared in my entire life.

"Come on!" Martin screams to me. I scream for Harry and I think I hear him call me but I can't tell from where. I start bawling as the screaming, shooting and running continues. It's a massacre. A bullet whizzes by me again.

I continue to scream for Harry. Martin crawls beside me, dragging me with his hand.

"Lily, stay close -" Before he can finish, someone runs in between us and their legs kick our hands a part.

We're separated.

I start screaming like a lunatic and crawl through the darkness. Getting kicked in the face and side from running people every once in a while. Someones hands find my hips. I scream and kick.

"Lily, it's me!" Josh... I cry out and take his hand, he pulls me to my feet and drags me through the black. The horrendous scene continues to get worse. "We're at the stairs, get on my back!" Josh screams to me. I don't hesitate to feel along his stomach to his back. He leans and I jump, His hands cup my knees.

I can't see a damn thing.

A door slams behind us. Josh runs down the stairs, once at the bottom he drops me to my feet.

"Lets go!" Its silent down there and just as dark but I can still hear the screaming. He yanks me through a room and I see a small light.

A window in which a street light shines through. We run to it. Josh takes the handle of the gun and cracks it with it. We're in the basement so its very small and above my head. I'm sobbing as josh holds his hands out. I jump in them and crawl out the window in to the night air. I hear sirens in the distance. Josh squeezes out.

I don't think I can walk. I'm too scarred.

"Come on!" he yells, ripping em up and starts running from the building.

"Wait!" I cry, trying to stop him form running.

"NO, we have to go!" Josh yells, urgency.

"I'm not leaving Harry!" I scream at him, I stop in my place and yank him back.

"THERES NO FUCKING TIME!" He looks like madman as he whips around to me.

I have to fight him. I won't leave my friends to be murdered. I bring my hand to a fist and smack it across his face. He stumbles and releases my wrist. I turn and run as fast as I ever have to the font door.

FUCK It's still fucking locked. I need to turn the light on. The screams and gun shots continue to sound. I rush to the back of the building and dig my heels in to the cement. A huge guy is leaning against the fuse box. Hysteria is creeping in to me. MY friends could be dead. I have to do something. Even if the police get here. It will take forever to get the door open.

I have to fight. I have to do something.

I spot a metal trash bin with a metal lid. Bingo! I get on my knees and crawl towards it, slowly taking the lid off I get up and walk to the man turned to me.

"Nighty night, mother fucker!" I shout before cracking the metal down on the back of his head. He falls to his knees and the gun slides away. I dive for it and spin around, pointing it at him.

shit! He's not knocked out!

His eyes get huge. Instead of pulling trigger, I take the handle in both hands and swing it in to his forehead. THAT does the job. He falls on his face.

I scramble up and run to the fuse bow. I read the label and find one labeled 'main power' in Harry's scribble writing.

I flick it up and the screaming stops.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my hysteria. The man stirs on the ground. The guns shots grow more frequent. So does the shouting.

I point the gun at the lock installed on the outside of the door. I squeeze my eyes and fire it at the door. I scream at the noise. The lock falls to the ground. The man grunts and looks up at me. I scream and rip the chain from the handle as the man gets to his feet. I swing the door open in to the room.

What I see is something I will never forget.

Notes

more updates tonight. stay tuned.