ANON. || l.s.

Red-stained floors

Not a lot of things to say,
Motherfucker got in the way
Motherfucker got fucked up
'cause he got in the way
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Harry's pov   

   'You can't keep me in here!' She threw the remnants of her lunch at the glass wall. The meatloaf splashed apart against the glass, causing big chunks of it to droop down in a sad little way. I couldn't blame her for that one though. Our chef was amazing, but still, he couldn't get that dish right. He had joined us last year, after his underaged sister was taken from him - not by us ofcourse - and he lost all contact with her. He had pleaded to the authorities to just do something, had put up flyers all around his hometown, but it was no use. They simply didn't care (or didn't have the manpower maybe) but he was left with only her empty bedroom and his memories of her. 

It was ridiculous how incompetent our government had become after the market had crashed. Something they had done themselves. Ofcourse we were the ones to pay for it. Literally.
I remember five years ago, how the prices slowly all went up, but wages were getting less and less. Overproduction and fuck ups from the banks. Undersized healthcare and an increase in crime. And who got the blame for that? ANON ofcourse. Even though we were the ones stepping in because the government was too lazy to act on it themselves. With that, naturally, there were sickoes like Tomlinson, who thought it would be wise to increase the volumes of smuggling. What would be a better way to get money fast and easy, right? Motherfucker.
Who else was going to protect the innocent and forgotten? We had no choice. It's not like we could throw them in prison ourselves. Sure, we had our contacts, but they simply didn't care. They only cared about money, and human lives were disposable. 

Lori kept pacing up and down in the holding room. Exhausted I rubbed my face, trying to ignore the curses she kept throwing at me. I had to give it to her. She might've been a pain in the butt, but she was creative in her use of language. 
   'Just calm down, so we can talk about it properly...' I tried to hush her, but that only spurred her on. She stormed at me and started pounding on the food covered glass, screaming at the top of her lungs. Velah had talked to her before, explaining everything ANON. did, but she simply wouldn't listen. Velah was patient though, determined to get through to her and listen to what Lori had to say herself. I envied Velah's patience, but I guess that's one of the reasons she became a therapist.

Lori had been in here for two days now, and she still mustered up the strength to curse at me every time I passed by and came to check up on her. Watching her defensive behaviour only made my heart swell a bit for the way Louis had reacted. Had listened to me. Sure, he had freaked out about his father, but honestly, who wouldn't? He was so strong, the way he took in everything I told him, and the way he handled it all. Not to mention the way he had let me hold him, feeling comfortable enough to actually fall asleep besides me. I was gone for the guy, but I wouldn't admit that to him out loud ofcourse. He had enough on his plate right now. All I could do was be there for him and hope, no pray he would eventually feel the same way about me.

The last few days, he had avoided me a bit though, but I also had been working a lot, so I couldn't really blame him. Given the huge bomb I dropped on him it was nothing I hadn't anticipated. I had sneaked a few kisses here and there over dinner, and he reciprocated them, but we hadn't really talked after I gave him the option to kill his father himself.
Okay, yeah, ofcourse he'd avoid me. Who was I to think he's run into my arms to accept a gun and murder someone? Maybe I should make a big gesture or something, to show him I was here for him, whatever he'd choose to do. Fuck, I really needed my focus back. I couldn't allow the thought of him to distract me from what I had to do.