robbery \\ hs

thirteen

"Okay Monica," Louis started, "I need you to start packing this bag."

"What all do I put in it?" I picked up the bag cautiously, looking inside. Then I looked around the dark storage area in the basement of the house and cringed; it was gross down here and full of extremely dangerous things.

Louis pinched the bridge of his nose, "Ugh, okay. You need to make sure there are at least four guns."

"Four? There are only three of us. And what kind? And I don't even know how to u-"

"Hold on," he put a hand up to my face, "you don't know how to use a gun? You've got to be fucking kidding me." He scoffed at me.

"Well, it's not my fault my parents never taught me."

"Harry! Your girl doesn't know how to use a gun."

"Well teach her then, Lou." Harry yelled from upstairs as he was packing some things in case we were to get injured. God forbid that happens though.

Louis told me this was just going to be a brief lesson; picking up a pistol and telling me how to hold it correctly, how to reload, how to shoot (which I'm pretty sure anyone knows basically how to do). I asked him what would happen if anything went wrong when I was using it and he just replied, "Well if you die, you die." Which, surprisingly, didn't really help with my growing anxiety over what I was about to participate in.

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After eating dinner later that evening, Louis had gone to bed seeing as he needed his "beauty sleep". Harry and I remained in the living area up until he led me outside.

Harry grabbed me by the hand and said, "Lie with me." I obliged taking a seat on the ground and then slowly lying on my back in the soft grass.

He was still holding my hand.

I looked up to the stars, noticing how beautiful they seemed to be tonight. Although stars always look the same I just seemed to bask in how bright they were. I then turned to look at Harry. He was also looking at the stars. But he wasn't looking at them the same way I was. I could tell his eyes were a bit red.

Almost like he was crying.

"Harry?" He didn't reply. "Are you okay?"

He turned away from me, "Yes, love. I'm alright." I poked his shoulder softly. He chuckled before saying, "Just a little worried s'all."

I laid back. "Worried about what?"

He sighed quietly, "You. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I'll be fine Harry, promise." I don't know why I promised because I don't even know if I will myself. I'm quite worried too.

Harry turned to face me. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and proceeded to tell me how beautiful I looked in the moonlight. I started to blush. I hated to do that, but I couldn't stop it. He smiled at me and then for some reason he started tearing up again.

I wore a confused expression as I watched tears fall down his pretty face. I don't get why he's upset all of a sudden.

Is all of this hiding getting to him? All of this work? Is he secretly depressed?

I wiped under his eyes, still confused. He sniffed a couple of times before looking me in the eyes and saying softly, "I'm so sorry, Monica."