Somebody's Child

~ T W E N T Y - N I N E ~

When we woke up the next morning, Harry was better. At least I think he was. He physically looked better and we were holding up a normal conversation. I brought him breakfast in bed so we could do our 50 dates in one day when we went downstairs. I was actually so excited for this.

"Let's get married soon" Harry said out of the blue and I choked on my coffee. "Oops, sorry love." He said handing me a napkin and patting my back. Once I finished coughing I replied to him. "Sorry, that was just totally random and took me off guard. But of course we can get married whenever you want love." I replied as I exchanged kisses with him.

My phone dinged, indicating I got a new message. I kissed Harry again before I went to check it. It was from Naomi. That's odd. I knew she had my number but why was she texting me now?

"From: Naomi

Hi Lou! I heard Harry woke up from him coma. I'm very happy for you two. I was wondering though, how would you like to catch up this weekend? We could get dinner and talk? Let me know.

XXX"

See now stupid me read that and thought, 'oh just a harmless get together with an old friend. What could go wrong?' I apparently didn't see any of the red flags.

~.~

Saturday night came and Anne took Harry and Phoenix out for the night while I went to see Naomi. I walked into the restaurant and found her. I walked over to the table and sat down.

"Hi. Nice to see you again Naomi." I greeted.

She just stared at and It's like all of a sudden her presence and attitude turned sour towards me. "Listen here Tommo. I have men at every exit of this restaurant, ready to shoot when I give them the signal." She said evilly.

"What is this about Naomi?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning back. She licked her lips and smirked. "Jeff." She said and I rose a brow.

"Jeff is dead. How can this be about him?" I asked. "Silly Louis. So stupid you are love. Jeff isn't dead. He never was. He called me the night you shot him, after you left and I went to help him."

"But-why?" I asked. "Why are you working with him? Against me? I thought we were friends" I asked confused. "Ohh we were Louis. But Jeff contacted me about a year ago, said he knew we were friends and that he would pay me to help him." She replied taking a sip of wine.

"Help him what?" I asked. "Get you back to him. Get Harry back to him." She said. "No. Absolutely not. We are not going back there." I said standing up quickly, hearing guns cock in the distance. I froze and looked at her.

"Oh go ahead, you can leave but they have permission to shoot and kill you." She smirked. I sat down slowly and leaned back as she ordered her food. I slid my hand into my pants pocket and took it out slowly.

I looked back up at her and she was still talking to the waiter and so I quickly messaged Harry.

"SOS.

Bring cops *insert location*"

When I hit send, I looked back up and she had just finished ordering. "We're not going with you Naomi. Not in a million years. I can't believe we were ever friends. You're pure evil." I hissed at her.

All of a sudden one of her men came running in and whispered something to her. "Dammit!" She yelled as she stood up and pulled out a gun, shooting my thigh. "This isn't over Louis." She said before she and her men took off running.

I groaned in pain as I covered my wound up. People started crowding around me to make sure I was okay. "Move. Move I SAID MOVE!" I heard a familiar voice yell. "LOUIS?! Oh god love! What happened?!" Harry said as he rushed over and hugged me.