Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 70

I was pissed.

My hands were shaking and my vision had faded into a fuzzy shade of red and grey.

I had wanted to be able to avenge Andrea, to make her killer pay for what they had done to her, to make them pay for the grief they had put Jay and I through.

Instead, her killer was lying on the floor...

Very, very dead.

I knew it wasn't Louis's fault, he was doing what he had to to protect Harry and I would have done the same.

I supposed that Zayn's reasoning was that he wanted to kill Harry as a punishment for us taking the virilium in the first place, or he intended to kill Harry and then kill the rest of us too.

Either way, he had had his gun aimed at Louis, so when Harry poked his head out, it was the perfect time to fire.

Thankfully, Louis and Liam had good reflexes.

Louis had the sense to pull the trigger as well as soon as he saw Zayn look over Louis's shoulder at Harry and Liam had been standing behind and to the right of Louis, so he had kicked Harry's feet out from under him so Harry was falling backwards on his ass in the time frame when Zayn fired so the bullet had flown a few inches over his head.

I hid my anger though, now that Harry was safe and we were all still alive.

My trick with the virilium had worked and Andreas killer was dead.

Technically, we had accomplished our goal...we had found the man we were looking for and killed him. Jay would be happy with our handy work.

Louis let Liam take Maya home since she seemed to be in a bit of shock and wouldn't stop staring at Zayn's body.

Niall offered to be clean up crew for the body and the pool of blood on the floor that was steadily growing. I guessed that Harry must have opted to help him, because he didn't say a word to Louis and I when we left hand in hand towards the elevator to his apartment.

His face was flecked with blood from the short distance that he had shot Zayn.

We were silent as we walked inside, letting the doors shut so we were alone before either of us dared to speak.

"I'm sorry." Louis said softly as soon as we were alone.

I felt my anger melt away almost immediately out of concern for him.

My eyes flicked to his in surprise, "what for?"

"I know you wanted to make him pay for Andrea."

I shook my head, "Harry is more important than my revenge."

"I know," he wrapped his arms around me slowly, and I melted into him, "but that doesn't mean that I'm not sorry we couldn't avenge her."

"We did avenge her." I promised him, "just because I didn't get exactly what I wanted doesn't mean we didn't avenge her."

He said nothing, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head and I exhaled, enjoying the calm that had enveloped my body.

The doors opened to the top floor with a ding, and we walked out slowly, keeping our arms wrapped around one another.

We were both so so tired, completely exhausted by our last several hours of panic and stress.

The thought hadn't left my mind that now that Zayn was dead, Louis and I would be able to take the break that we had been wanting for.

"What do you want to do?" I asked him as we walked down the hallway, "now that we're taking a break is there anything you've always wanted to do?"

He looked at me quizzically, putting a lot more thought into this than I assumed he would.