robbery \\ hs

eleven

What the hell was I thinking? Agreeing to start helping Harry and Louis? I barely know either of them. Why should I trust them?

The past few days I have spent debating on whether or not I should find Harry and tell him I changed my mind. However today I think I'm going to find him, not to confess I don't want this anymore, but to tell him I want full details of what I'm getting myself into. I need to know exactly what I'm going to give everything up for. I don't know if Harry would be at the house right now; it was worth a shot to check anyway.

I arrived at the house and knocked on the door. Louis answered.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hi Louis. Is Harry here?"

"No," he paused and looked behind him, "can I take a message?" He asked sarcastically.

"Well, actually, I needed to ask him something but I guess I could just ask you."

"Okay?" He was getting impatient.

"Okay, I need to know what exactly I'm getting myself into. I want all the details."

He sighed and brushed his hair out of his face. "Come in, we'll talk when Harry gets back. Which should be soon."
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Harry did get back soon and was, or seemed to be, happy to find me sitting on his couch.

"Hello darling. Not to sound rude, but why are you here?"

For a criminal he sure is a smooth talker.

"I needed to talk to you guys about something." I shifted in my seat and Louis caught me feeling uncomfortable.

"She wants to know what all we'll be doing, Harry," Louis told Harry.

"Ah," Harry sat down across from me on the chair, "are you worried?"

"It's not really that, it's just, I don't want to be surprised when something happens. Ya know? I want to be prepared," I told him.

I felt like I was having a conversation with my dad.

Wait, ew. That's gross. I should not compare Harry to my dad. Now I'm feeling really awkward.

"Well it really just depends. I know some things will happen. But, sometimes, we can be quite surprised by things. Different things happen everytime, darling. You can't be frightened every time something new happens."

"I know, but tell me what it's usually like. What can I expect?" I was getting a bit frustrated with him. He was dodging my question.

"It's not something that always stays the same. Every time it will be different."

"But tell me something," I pushed.

"Monica," he sighed, leaning back. "I'm telling you, you can't-"

"Stop dodging my question! All you have to do is tell me what you have experienced doing this! If you would just do that then I would probably not be frightened, as you put it. Just answer the damn question!" I huffed and crossed my arms.

Louis raised his eyebrows looking at me, and then Harry. "Mate, you better tell her."

"Alright. Monica, this might take a while." I nodded my head as if telling him to continue. "Where do I start? Um, the first time we did this, I was pretty scared. I held the gun and I remember shaking like a leaf. I felt so alive, too. It was such an adrenaline rush.

"The next time I was more calm. But, it was still very exciting. It is every time. There were a few times that we have come close to getting caught. We always make it out in time, though. It's become easier to get away now that we have more experience.

"I love doing this. It's fun, thrilling. It never gets old, Monica. I think you will enjoy this. I think you will enjoy the rush. I think you will enjoy every little thing that comes with this. And I think you will do well." He finished.

"Harry," I moved to the edge of my seat, "What if I screw up? What if I ruin everything?"

"Mon, I doubt you will. But if you do, then we go down together."

"Wow, that sounds intense." I stated.

"It is. It is quite intense. It always will be. You just have to trust us," Louis said.

"Do you? Trust us, that is."

I took a deep breath.

I could back out now. But if I don't, I have to stay with them. Through anything and everything. Do I really want that?

"Yes."