- Carried on from the end of the previous chapter -
< Harry's POV >
"What?"
"You heard me. Get out of my office" I collected up some of the uncoordinated files on my desk and grabbed my phone, completely ignoring Liam who still hadn't left like I had asked him too
He reached for the door handle but resisted and turned back around "I want to defend him, that's my fucking problem. But you just said-"
I cut him off "I know what I said!"
"Then fucking do something about it!" He slammed the files back down on my desk
His tone shocked me somewhat, he never normally gets this angry or aggressive "I can't..." I said brokenly
"What?" I repeated myself "Harry if you can't speak up then I can't do anything about it"
"I can't!" I was on the verge of tears and an unusual feeling was coiling in the pit of my stomach and I could take a wild guess that it didn't mean anything good
I placed my hands on my desk and rested my head on my crossed arms, trying to fight away the terrible feeling overcoming me, I felt Liam move from the doorway to standing behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly made an attempt to comfort me "I know, I can't do anything either- I don't want to do anything either because you love him"
My head raised and looked at him "I never said that"
He gave me a sympathetic look "You don't have to... the way you look at him is words enough. When you lock eyes I swear the whole world stops because it's all about Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson, you look at him like he hung the fucking stars and you should..."
I opened my mouth to respond but he hadn't finished the conversation "Because he loves you too. Whatever you have against him - no matter how big - you keep it to yourself, and if it eats you up in years to come, then it is what it is, but if you chose not to believe it, you have nothing to worry about. I don't believe it"
"What do I say to him?"
He shook his head "You say nothing. We say nothing. We don't believe it, it's not true"
"It's not true..." I said brokenly between sobs into my arms
He patted me on the back before throwing the files in the basket to be shredded and stepped out of my office, leaving the door open "Exactly"
What. The. Fuck
No. Not Louis. Never Louis.
He might've been a complete prick when we were younger but never criminal. No. Not Louis.
Maybe Louis?
No. Never Louis
Oh my god, I've been such a fucking idiot. It was approaching quarter to ten and I hadn't even been at work that long and I already wanted to leave. To go anywhere, anywhere but here. I wanted to go home but that was the last place I should be. I needed to make a decision.
YOU ARE READING
Privileged Murder
Teen FictionThe idea that the truth is the best thing to speak, is ingrained in us from the very start of our development, and that lying is inherently bad - that too. But what about saying nothing at all? Many of our parents would say that if you know the trut...
