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//DOUBLE UPDATE- This is part one\\

We stayed at the beach for another hour or so, until we got really cold and once again there was a car there ready and waiting to take us home. Turns out Harry just has people at his beck and call all the time.

Lucky for him.

I remembered something Niall had said to me the night of the shooting- what a strange thing to say. Shooting. What is my life? He mentioned about Tim, saying he won't be a problem any longer which had me intrigued into what the hell that means. So when we were sat in the back of a black SUV heading back to London, I was cuddled up into Harry's lap still coming down from my high I asked him.

"What happened to Tim?" I felt harry stiffen immediately beneath me before he calmed and carried on stroking my back with one hand and my clothed thigh with the other.

"Who told you?"

"Niall." He just scoffed and murmured of course he did. "Tell me Harry, I don't want secrets between us." I turned my head that had been rested against his chest up to him so I could see him looking down at me. He kissed my nose then took a deep breath.

"I wasn't necessarily keeping it from you, I just wanted to wait for the right time." he's stalling. He knows he is. He shifts in his seat and I go to move off of him to make him more comfortable but he grips me hard pinning me to his chest so I can't move. "We- err- I killed him."

My body stiffened immediately and my breath got caught in my throat. I didn't know what to say or do, or if I should move. So I was a statue for about a minute until Harry broke the silence,

"Say something. Please." His voice was quiet and pained. It was only then that I realised what I was doing and let out a heavy breathe, turning to face him. I moved so that my knees rested on either side of his thighs so I straddled him. I took his face in my hands and searched his eyes. they darted between both of mine as I did the same to him.

"Tim was an evil person. Evil people don't deserve anything good in life. You did what you had to." I just spoke the first words to come to my head. I don't know why I wasn't freaking out at the fact my boyfriend killed someone. I mean he kills many people but he literally just told me he killed someone I knew. But this person, this evil being, was someone I wanted to kill. And I know it is a figure of speech, I most likely never would kill him or anyone but the fact Harry did, I felt a small pit of happiness about it.

Tim hurt Audrey. Audrey is my family. Nobody hurts my family.

I think Harry was amazed by my words too because he just kept blinking whilst opening then closing his mouth. He was speechless and I didn't need him to say anything. If he did, I think I might've freaked because I really shouldn't be okay with it. but I am. I can't explain it.

So Tim is dead. That is something I now know. I haven't told Audrey yet and if I'm honest I don't know if I will. I don't know what good it would do and I don't want to put Harry at risk. I'm not saying she would go tell the police, not that it mattered, but this felt like some sensitive information that most likely shouldn't be spread. If she asks me about Tim, then yeah I will tell her but if she is moving on with her life, then I want her to do that and not look back. Although, I am concerned she might be fearful of Tim coming back so if she is then I will tell her that he isn't around anymore. It's only fair, I can't have my best friend living the rest of her life looking over her shoulder due to an abusive ex.

That isn't a way to live.

Friday at work went by in a flash and then it was Friday night, the final of the rap competition at Verbatim. Audrey didn't want to come even though I promised her Tim wouldn't be there. I then said id stay home with her, not wanting her alone even though we do have all the men outside the door and the building but she said she'd kill me if I didn't go. She said she was just going to get an early night so instead, as my deal, I said she had to come for a sleepover at mums with me. She loves coming back with to mums, she rarely does it anymore but I think it would be good for her to see my mum after everything that has happened.

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