Privileged Murder

Thirteen

Warnings : slight descriptions of violence but not a lot of detail, mention of mental health issues/trauma but only in like one paragraph.

9 pm

< Louis' POV >

Dinner went almost perfectly, apart from me burning the inside of my mouth on a hot piece of spaghetti. But apart from that, it was perfect. We had talked about school, things we used to do when we were younger, the old parties that we used to go to and how he should go to another one sometime. At some point, after we had finished eating we had moved over to the living room with our glasses of wine and had been chatting about random topics for the last 2 hours or so.

"Well it wasn't all strutting around and Gucci suits you know"

"Really? Seemed like all you used to do" He just laughed "How are things going? With El's case and that"

"I'm really sorry but I can't talk about it. As much as you probably deserve to know what's going on I can't share information"

"Yeah, I get it. So what made you wanna do it then? Leave and the police and all that"

"Parents and everyone else were all twats, only cared about the money. And it was the personal protection course and shit we had to do when we were younger you know?"

"Oh yeah, I remember them. They used to be good fun, important tho"

"Definitely helped me out a few times"

I was slightly shocked "Really?"

"Yeah. Funnily enough, this isn't the safest job in the world. Threats and attempts are often, only been a hostage once though. But once is enough to fuck you up"

"Oh my god. What happened? I'm sorry, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I don't know why I asked, none of my business really"

He held his hands out as if to stop me "No it's alright, really. I don't mind talking about it" He looked slightly upset "We were chasing a murder suspect, it started as over a dozen officers but then I and Liam followed him down this backstreet. We were both armed but weren't expecting to use anything like that kind of force. He grabbed me and nicked my weapon. By the time Liam had got to him he already had a gun to my head, he couldn't do anything without backup so it took a while. Only 15 minutes in total I think Liam said but any second was like hell"

"Shit! And you're okay? Like you weren't hurt?"

He chuckled slightly "No, well not physically. I had to go to our police therapist for a while, just procedure in case of PTSD and stuff like that. I didn't have serious damage or anything but having a loaded pistol held to your head don't half haunt you for a while"  He looked down at his lap

"Holy shit Harry" He raised his head but refused to meet my eye "At least I couldn't see the weapons that were aimed at my head, I couldn't imagine going through that"

"It was nothing really. Liam had him in range the whole time, he wouldn't have done anything. Some of the people we nick are mental but you've gotta have the balls to become a cop killer. Been shot a few times but it only left me with a few stints in hospital and a cool scar" He laughed

"A scar?" He nodded "Very sexy"

"I'll bare that in mind later"

"You do that Harry" I stared at him, I'm pretty sure he blushed but I couldn't tell for certain under the dim light of my living room

"I liked your little monologue to yourself by the way" He said out of nowhere

"I'm sorry?"

"The tape, from the day you came in for an interview. I heard it"