Brooklyn Baby - H.S

Part Thirty One

warning// violence, blood and knives

Today I have my first task, I received a text message from James last night confirming that I would be hunting down a women called Ava Clarendon, apparently a prostitute who stole money off of James when she came to handle his 'needs'.

I almost cringe at the word needs added to the text message, there was no need to add that information that I would much rather forget about.

I personally don't think stealing money off of him is a reason to be killed, but unless I want to be shot and killed, I'm going to go by what he says.

I haven't really shown Harry how much i'm freaking out since I got the text this morning, I mean I only had gun training yesterday which, may I add was a great experience on both of our ends.

He thinks i'm fine, I keep making small jokes about what happened yesterday trying to make myself feel better, but to be honest I feel terrible.

My anxiety is sky high, and I keep feeling nauseous from overthinking everything, this will be the first time I've ever really hurt someone, and it feels abnormal to me.

Harry said that he would come with me which has put me at ease, I knew that he would come with me anyway, we go everything together at this point, he sometimes comes to the diner and the bar, but it depends if James needs him for anything.

Thinking about the bar, I haven't had chance to go in so long, I've had so much on my mind as of late that performing at the bar has gone straight over my head, Gen has messaged me about it a few times because she tends to go to the bar a lot with Niall and Louis.

I just haven't found the time to go perform lately, which does upset me because I used to be there most nights singing new songs, new covers and all my favourite songs that I've wrote.

The first night I met Harry was the first time I sang Brooklyn Baby, I had been working on it for months before then trying to make sure it was perfect and the day I sing it Harry shows up and admires the song and still to this day calls me 'Brooklyn Baby' as a nickname.

I look over at Harry who is driving the van to the location where Ava was last seen, he's currently humming to 'Star Girl' by McFly this boys music taste completely throws me, he can go from listening to rap to girly throwback songs.

But that's my Harry and I wouldn't change him for the world.

Were in the rough part of Brooklyn again and finding Ava is going to be a hard job, we know where she lives but she's hardly ever there, she's usually seen coming in out and out of different flats or crack dens or a lot of the time trying to sell herself for drugs.

It makes me wonder how I didn't turn out like that, I was basically orphaned at 15 and had no family around me apart from Gen, who isn't even blood related.

How the hell I managed to keep my apartment in any kind of 'good' shape I'll never know, I'm just grateful I didn't get kicked out when people found out about my dad not living there anymore, I think if anything they felt bad for me.

I was happy when he left, the happiest I had been in a long time, there was no more abuse after that my mental health was horrendous and still to this day, I have nightmares where I wake up in hot sweats over the things that used to happen, but not being mentally and emotionally abused everyday was better than having any family.

"Hey, you okay?" Harry asks me throwing me out my thoughts, I look over at him and see a concerned look on his face, I show him a smile and nod my head "of course, why wouldn't I be?" I chuckle softly reassuring him, he gives me a small smile and nods at me squeezing my hand that's lying on my lap.