Faceless [H.S]

Lack of Better Words. 31

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When the morning came, me and Harry didn't exchange any words. I was pretty sure Harry didn't even remember it--he was drunk, after all. But, I remember it, though. Vividly, much too well.

I sat at the table in my kitchen, elbows propped on it and my head in my hands, head pounding. I slept, but it wasn't enough--I was still tired. A pink mug of piping hot tea was placed in front of me, and I looked up to see Vivian standing there, a mug in her hand as well. "Made it how you like it..."

I smiled to myself lightly, as she took the seat in front of me. "You okay?"

"I'm okay," I said. I took a sip, the warmth of the chamomile coating my throat. The sweet tang of honey and sugar was perfect, and I grinned. It was nostalgic, and the only way I took my tea--with honey and sugar.

"You Americans are shit at making tea," Niall blurted from the couch.

Vivian's eyes rolled, "What? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over your snoring..."

I smiled softly at their banter, surprised at how much of a sibling dynamic they had. I would assume so; they had been around each other for a while. I took another sip.

"You can do better?" I then asked, trying to butt in to the conversation. If this were to be my new life--I needed to learn to live among them.

They were people, like me. I had to accept that the world wasn't sunshine and rainbows. I never thought it was, but I just didn't imagine me to be in my home with criminals. I always thought they were insane. Because: what gives you the right to kill people? Who are you?

But, they truly believed what they were doing was right. I do not agree, but I cannot tell them what to do. But, most importantly--my sister was one of them.

I had to unlearn my ignorance toward them. They wanted to protect me and keep me alive, so I will try to let them. I have questions, but I am willing. For her, and for my sanity.

"What? It's in my blood. Or, Harry's, really," Niall said, coming up to us with a big smile.

I wondered what his story was. He seemed too happy to be doing all of this.

"Where's Harry?" Vivian asked. His name made me shudder a bit.

The door suddenly pushed open, and Harry walked in with two bags in his hands. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. There were black luggage bags. His eyes were hooded low with anger, and he looked like he still hadn't slept.

"What's that about--" I began.

He pointed a finger at me. "You have to leave tonight."

"What?" I stood up, taken aback."W-why?"

"It's not safe here. We can't risk anything," he mumbled.

"I installed cameras, we still have other things to do at Faceless, Harry, this... this is the most we can do--" Niall responded, hands in the air.

"N-no, wait--Harry's right," Vivian interjected. "We have to plan this better."

"The cameras, it won't do shit, Ni. We need to be safer. She has to go to my apartment. They know her name, they definitely know she lives here. She's fucked if we leave her alone. You saw how easily we got in here?"

I was surprised at how much he wanted me to be safe, considering how sour our meetings were when we had first met. My stomach tightened and clenched as I realized he wasn't wrong. They came in here so easily...