Happily (h.s)

Sam's P.O.V

I climbed into Harry's passenger seat. The car was actually really roomy and comfortable with leather seats. It had a strong smell of cologne radiating off of it. "Looks like we meet again." Was the only thing I could get myself to say. I honestly didn't know what came over me to make me decide to tag along with him. I just met him as he was stalking me twice.

"That you are right about. I don't lie when it's unnecessary."

I laughed a little not knowing how to respond to that.

He then reached into the middle compartment and pulled out a box of Marlboro 100's. Keeping one hand on the wheel he opened the box and gestured them towards me, "Flip me a lucky, would ya?"

My palms got sweaty. I didn't know what to say or how to respond, I didn't know what the héll he was talking about? I was already embarrassed. "I-I don't smoke.."

He chuckled, "No, no i'm not asking you to smoke one. You pick one, take it out and flip it, then put it back in upside down. Then it makes that cigarette lucky."

"Why is it lucky?"

He shrugged, "It just does. It's always worked for me too."

I scoffed, "Luck isn't real. Even if it is, it doesn't work like that."

He glanced at me then returned his gaze back to the road. "Alright. Bet."

Already annoyed I snatched the box from his hands and examined how the the cigarettes were all still intact and in perfect harmony with one another. I counted them all and picked the most unlucky number I could think of, 6. Which also threw off the symmetry, making it even more unlucky. I then closed the box and placed it back into his open hand. In which he quickly reopened the box and smirked when he saw my response. He placed the 6th cigarette in between his plump pink lips and glanced at me. "I bet you'd make it even more lucky if you'd be kind enough to light it for me." He tapped the console and waited for me to do the rest. I lit the lighter and headed for the end of the cigarette but the flame kept flickering out. I readjusted my position and went back in, one hand on the lighter the other shielding any wind. I was so focused and keeping the flame going that I didn't even realize how close to him I actually was until I felt his hot breath on my hands sending chills down my spine. I looked at his face and first noticed how dominant his cheekbones were. They looked sharp enough to cut right through anything that made contact with it. His eyebrows were thick too but also contained, and his skin was one solid color throughout, and so smooth. I wished for nothing more than to do at that moment than run my fingers a crossed it. And his eyes, I was definitely mesmerized by the depth of the color green shown in those beautiful orbs. I have green eyes, and i've heard they're nice but nothing could compare to the richness of this green. I wanted everything to be made with this green.

All of a sudden his pupil was now facing mine. "You've burnt half the cigarette already." He tried to say through closed lips. I looked down and noticed that literally half the cigarette had already been eaten up and the lighter was starting to get hot.

I released the trigger and fell back into my seat, miles away from him. "I'm sorry about that..I got..distracted."

He laughed a little bit, "I noticed. But don't worry about it. My luck has already started." He winked towards me then went back to staring at the road.

The rest of the car ride went something like us making small chat about where I was from before New York and why I had decided to come here. It didn't last long as we reached our destination.

"Where are we?"

"This is Zach Goldman's house. He's one of our class mates you have yet to meet. Well, you won't meet him."

"Why's that? And why are we here?"

Harry reached into his back pocket and pulled out a shiny silver pistol. He cocked it and stared at it amazed. "This is why."

My heart fell completely out of my chest. I couldn't breathe at all, I couldn't move or do anything. I couldn't believe what I was about to see. I've moved so many times and i've encountered so many different types of people but not ever once in my life would I think I would be meet an actual mobster.

He gave me a quick look then opened the door. He took the keys from the ignition and locked the door behind him, leaving me trapped inside. He kept the gun low and made his way inside.

As soon as the front door closed behind him I finally exhaled but then couldn't stop hyperventilating. I was next for sure. That's the real reason he brought me here. He's gonna kill me or he's gonna frame me. I couldn't stay here, I couldn't let that happen. I desperately yanked at all the door handles but none budged one bit. I searched the car for any other keys or crowbars or anything I could use to break a window and get out but all I could find was a ton a fake ID's which made my stomach turn more knowing how deep into this he was.

My thoughts were interrupted by ear piercing screams. I looked up at the house but couldn't see anything. I didn't think I wanted to either. Soon after 3 gun shots shook the car. Followed by a bloody Harry running out the door with a black bag full of jewelry and cash. He climbed back into the the car and whipped out of the drive way.

I kept my gaze out the window and my hand clutched to the door because it was shaking so bad. I couldn't bring myself to look at him and face what had actually happened, but I also really wanted to get out of that car.

He finally broke the silence, "That took longer than I thought it would, haha."

With that I couldn't control it anymore, I turned to him and yelled in his face, "Took longer than you expected? What did you expect? You just murdered someone-" I could've gone on but I was really put into reality when I saw how much blood was really on him. And the fact that it was blood of someone now dead was sickening to even think about.

Harry turned and looked at my expression for a long time before moving or saying anything. At last he took his bloody hand and wiped it right onto my cheek, "And you're the only witness now, babydoll."