Happily (h.s)

Harry's P.O.V

I couldn't help myself that day. The night I had seen her I was drawn in. Plus the fact that someone hasn't lived in her house for over 2 years, I saw my opportunity to fuck with someone again. Potentially use them. I ran out the door seeing a mini van had arrived. No one else needs to know who I am just yet. The less they all know the better. I was only really after one person, after all. As I walked back over to my house, I noticed my dad's Mercedes-Benz was gone. Of course; work. When dad's not home, he usually leaves the rest of his dirty work for me to do. I didn't mind much. I was turning 20 at this point, this business wasn't new to me.

Sighing and pushing open the door, there was a note for me taped to the refrigerator just as expected. "Harry." It read, "I need you to do a few things for me,
              First of all, it's getting close to the end of the month. Bills are about to be due. Do whatever you need to have the money ready for me by tonight" There was of course a bunch of other stuff that your average 19 year old wouldn't be doing in his spare time. But when you're the leader of the most popular gang around, things have to be taken care of.

The clock was ticking, things had to get done. I walked into my dad's room and into his closet where on the top shelf, behind some photo albums is where he kept a shoe box, and in that shoe box was where he kept the two hand guns. I noticed my dad's was already gone, which meant he was also out on a 'mission'. I grabbed my gun and filled the clip then returned the box to the shelf.

We need money tonight. So I need a job that wasn't going to need a lot of cleaning up after. And I had the perfect person on my hit list. My actual hit list. I dug it out of my pocket and fumbled with the edges. It was written on a napkin from the local diner from a night Liam and I had too many beers. But little did I ever know I would actually use it. At this point there had only been 3 people crossed off this list, and Zach Goldman was gonna be the 4th. That stupid pricks dad has been my math teacher for the past two years since he's the fuckîng reason I haven't passed and been able to graduate. I clenched my teeth in anger as I shoved the napkin in my front pocket and the pistol in my back.

As I passed Sam's house on my way out, I noticed her outside, all alone on a creaky swing that had hung in that yard since as long as I've lived here. I actually had my first kiss on that swing. She wasn't swinging, she had headphones in as she used the tips of her toes in her black combat boots to slowly and steadily rock back and forth. Her long blonde hair was tucked perfectly behind her small ears revealing dark purple earrings. Dark colors suited her so well. I couldn't get over how stunning she was in that candid moment when no one was around. I almost didn't want to ruin the moment. But she caught me before I could stop staring. She pulled a headphone out of her one of her ears and gave me a puzzled look. "I'm just going to get some ice cream. Do you wanna come?"

She looked at the window of her house then at my car a few times before getting up and walking over and into my car. As soon as the door was closed, I sped away. We had a murder to take care of.