Harry Styles Imagines.

The Designer and H.

Tw- Dark Harry imagine. If not comfortable with it, don't read.
Includes, killing, blood, coldness towards murder, mention of SA.

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God, burying a body is stressful.

I sit on the ground exhausted from the digging. I take deep breaths as my lungs burn from lack of air.

I look beside me to see the wrapped up corpse of Stuart, then I look back to the 6 feet hole I dug for this asshole.

"You don't even deserve to be buried, you arrogant cunt." I say to his body which is wrapped in an expensive rug from his house.

I get up from the ground and wipe my butt for any kind of mud stains. I am not going to stain my jeans for this useless fucker.

I bend down so I can push his body into the hole. And when I am about to push his body, I hear a thud next to me. I freeze, my whole body tenses as I turn my head to direction of the noise.

I see a man, standing over a woman's body, looking at me with wide eyes. And I'm pretty sure the woman's dead given the amount of blood oozing down her forehead.

I look at the man's face and temporarily swoon. It is safe to say that the man is the definition of beautiful.

My eyes are still wide and so are his, in a spur moment of decision, I pull out my gun from the back of my jeans and he does the same by pulling a baseball bat.

I momentarily want to laugh at the choice of his weapon. Did he really kill the woman by a strike of the bat? Is she even dead?

"Come any closer and I'll shoot you. I don't miss." I warn him as he tries to take a step forward.
He holds the bat tight and glares at me.

I am thankful for the daylight because I can make out his eye color. It's green. Hazel green. Very pretty. He has long hair and he is wearing a white button up, with black pants.

"Drop the gun and I'll drop my weapon. We can do this without any trouble." He speaks with accent and a deep voice.
"I am not stupid to just drop my gun and listen to you." I say back raising my eyebrows to challenge him.

"We both obviously want to do something and dont wanna be disturbed. So put the gun down so i can get back to my work." He speaks and i narrow my eyes at him.

"Fine. But if you try anything, I swear to God I'll shoot you so fast before you even get decide where to hit me with stupid bat of yours." I know a very dumb mistake trusting this guy, but I really want to bury Stuart's body and go home so I can have my muffin and I also have to get ready for a wedding.

He narrows his eyes and his jaw clenches but nonetheless, he slowly lowers his bat down. I do the same with my gun. I do not break eye contact as I tuck the gun in my back pocket.

"Good. Now can we get back to work?" He asks and I give him a firm nod.

I still don't trust that he won't do anything, but I am confident enough to shoot his head before he can even reach me.

I push Stuart's body in the hole with a grunt. God he is heavy.
I look beside me to see the man struggling with digging a whole. Did he even think this through? How is he gonna dig a hole? With his bat?

I let him struggle for sometime while I bury dead Stuart's body.
After I am done, I pause to admire my handiwork. Perfect. Just like me.

I look to see the man actually trying to dig a hole with his bat. I snicker and walk towards him. He gets alarmed stands up straight with the bat above his head, as if he was gonna attack me.