Privileged Murder

Twenty Six

"I FUCKING WHAT?!"

Shit "You.. kinda, maybe...shot my boyfriend"

"One, I wasn't even aware you had a boyfriend and two, I have not shot any-" He stopped and looked back up at me, I was deliberately avoiding eye contact "You're not serious are you?" I didn't say anything which was a direct admission of guilt "You're dating a copper"

"I'm sorry" Fuck that. Why am I the one who's apologising?

"Shit. I've just shot my best mates boyfriend" I couldn't work out if he actually cared or not

"Look I'm not sorry for dating a copper. I've known him since we were younger but we kinda lost touch and then when I saw him again he was completely different and then the party happened and I didn't know what to do about this whole situation so I kept it quiet. I don't rea-"

"How long?" My head shot back up to look at him, my mouth opened but nothing came out "You heard me. How long?"

"Since I first got arrested basically"

"I fucking knew I recognised that guy. Styles?! That posh private school stuck up tosser? And the party. Oh my fucking god, that's how you knew about the police, wasn't it? He told you?" I just nodded "You know about two years ago when I drove here after being shot?"

"The bullet barely skimmed your arm" I said slightly sarcastically "But yeah I remember..."

"Well, it was contact enough for it to bleed and for me to be left with a scar. That was your stuck up boyfriend"

I was slightly shocked but it didn't phase me that much "That's his fucking job!"

"It's mine as well Louis"

"It's not the same" I scoffed

He just laughed "Well it's close enough not for you to care what I do or what I make from it. You only care when it affects you. I've shot loads of coppers, houses abroad - that you don't mind visiting - multiple warrants out for my arrest but you're very happy to let me stay here. So don't expect me to apologise" He has a slight point "And you clearly don't care about the laws too much when you've got multiple pistols in this house. Where's your licence, Louis? What about all the little dodgy deals you do on the side, your boyfriend know about them?" I said nothing "Exactly what I thought" 

Such a smug fucking arsehole "Are you quite finished? I've got somewhere a lot more important to be than you trying to take the moral fucking high ground and trying to get an apology or an explanation. It's not happening"

I grabbed a glass from the counter and poured myself a glass of red wine, I needed a good drink at this rate "I actually can't believe this" I'm not sure if he was talking to me or ranting to himself but I wasn't paying much attention "I'm constantly on the run from multiple warrants, nearly got myself killed tonight and my best mates trying to fuck the arresting officer"

"Don't have to try too hard to be honest" I mumbled under my breath which he didn't hear

I took another sip of my wine and snuck a glance down at my watch, it read 4:57 pm and I really needed to get back to Harry soon "What are you going to do?"

My attention was captured again "About what?"

"This" he gestured between us "Should I be handing myself in or have you already text your posho boyfriend your address?"

"He already knows my address" I quipped "I'm not going to say anything. You're my best mate, you're a dickhead don't get me wrong but you're still my best mate. I've made it this far without telling him and I'm not going to anytime soon"