Harrys pov:
"Ow jesus fuck Niall," The fucker really didn't know how to remove a bullet very well. I don't know why I always got him to do it.
"You know, next time maybe I'll just leave it in, how 'bout that?" He scoffed.
I'd been on a mission for Charles. Some clients of his that he traded drugs with hadn't payed him the full amount, so he got me to find 'em and give them a little talking to. But apparently they were ready for us. Not ready enough though.
"Do that and you'll end up like one of the guys I fucking tore apart today," I retorted, causing Niall to audibly gag.
"God I don't need to know what you do to the guys you kill. Fuck I'm just the computer guy jesus christ," His face was slowly turning pale. He looked like he was going to pass out, and I couldn't stop laughing.
"Fuck you mate, I'm fuckin' leaving, you can deal with the rest of your shoulder your self. Maybe next time the bullet will be somewhere deadly." I just laughed harder.
"Aw Niall, I feel so appreciated. I love you too man. C'mere," I leaned over to hug him, but he punched me right in the bullet wound on my shoulder. I hissed in pain but he was off my couch before I could do anything.
"Yea you better run you fucking dickface."
"Suck my dick Harry," He called from the doorway.
"Been there done that." I called back, right before he slammed the door and took off.
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Second Chance
FanficHe loves her, but doesn't know it. She hates him, that'll never change. But they still get stuck working together. *TRIGGER WARNING* There will be heavy talk and description of sexual assault, drug abuse, self harm, suicidal thoughts and other trigg...
