They say we're young and we don't know
Won't find out till we grow
Well I don't know why that's true
'Cause you got me baby, I got you
Babe, I got you babe, I got you, babe
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'Lou...what are you doing? Put that down!' Harry's eyes were flitting across the room to the gun he had put down. It was too far away and there was a flash of panic on his face.
My hands were shaking pointing the gun at the man I came to love in such a short amount of time. I didn't want to hurt him. I just needed him to stay back so I could get to the phone. Ofcourse he didn't know that, so I understood his fear.
'When we were talking in your office with Niall, I realised one thing...' I whispered with quivering lips to Harry. I was circling away from the body and towards to the phone on the other side, which was now only a few feet behind me. Harry mirrored my movements as if we were performing a wicked dance at a murder scene. By now I could sense the stale scent of blood filling my nostrils, but it was not the sight of the still man on the floor that made my stomach churn. It was the look on Harry's face of utter betrayal and hurt.
'You asked if by doing these things it would be worth it to set aside our morals.' I continued, trying to steady my voice. 'You asked what made us good or bad.'
'What are you talking about? Shooting me is making things right?!' Harry was almost yelling now and he started to get red out of anger. Luckily he stayed put though. 'You little shit! I trusted you! I love you with everything I have and this is how you repay me?'
In his anger, Harry hadn't noticed how I was now close to the phone due to our little dance around each other. With tears still spilling from my eyes I reached out with my free hand and grabbed the phone. Harry saw and his eyes became wide from confusion.
'Harry...' I said, while my fingers quickly dialled "9-1-1", 'I'm not gonna hurt you. I need to do this so I can be good. Do you understand?'
Harry's eyes flitted to the phone and me and realisation settled in. His face contorted in horror and he slowly took a few steps towards me, still eying the gun.
'You can get out. My fingerprints are on the murder weapon. You didn't kill him. I won't say you were here.'
'Please Lou no!' Harry shouted and leapt forward, but I pressed the call button and moved the phone up to my ear, which made Harry stop in his tracks. Horrified he watched me make the call.
'911 what's your emergency?'
'My name is Louis Tomlinson, and I just killed my father at UrbanRoad 28 B. I shot him in the leg and head. I'm alone. Please come and get me.' With a shaking hand, I hung up and threw the phone away. Then I lowered the gun and put it down on the table next to me, never leaving eye contact with Harry.
He looked shocked and was crying as well. Without giving any regard to how I just held him at gunpoint, he rushed forwards. Forcefully he grabbed the front of my hoodie and pulled me in, crashing his lips into mine. Our tears mixed in a sloppy heated kiss, filled with despair and misery.
'Why did you do that?' Harry cried against my lips. He pulled back and he looked so vulnerable and so sad.
'I needed to pay for my actions, even though they might seem justified in my own eyes. I can't be good if I don't own up to what I did.' I murmured through my tears.
Harry let out a sob and buried his head in my neck, wetting my skin.
'You have to go, Haz, they're gonna be here in a minute.' Reluctantly I nudged him off of me. 'I love you, remember that. I've never loved someone as much as I love you.' I gave him a last kiss and pushed him all the way back.
Through my tears, I saw Harry's face change. He got a stern look on his face and stared at me with a certain look. 'You're right.' He said.
I nodded and expected him to walk away, but he did something I couldn't quite comprehend. He walked over to the body that was now seeping blood and confused I watched his movements. He gazed down at the body and purposefully raised his foot and stepped down into the blood, leaving a prominent foot mark. Then he walked back to me, leaving footsteps of red, everywhere his feet touched the floor.
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Fanfiction[FINISHED] Louis is 18 and in his last year in high school. He suffers abuse at home but tries everything to avoid being tagged for his safety. Luckily he has his good friend Liam who supports him in everything and potential hot date Zayn. But then...
