I'm in Love With a Criminal // H.E.S

Chapter 56:

// Two consecutive gun shots went off and my mother fell to the floor again, her chest bleeding uncontrollably. My head started spinning and everything went in slow motion, "mum." I screamed. \\

I gasped and my eyes shot open, my breathing loud and heavy. I noticed that I was laid on the bathroom floor, I must have fell asleep earlier.

"Mel?" I heard Harry's voice on the opposite side of the door, I instantly looked at it and a tear rolled down my face. How could I come to terms with the fact that the father of my baby killed my own mother? The man, as much as I hate to say it, I love killed her.

He knocked on the door making another tear fall, "are you okay?" He asked quietly, I could tell he had his forehead to the door as he spoke.

I stayed quiet and slowly stood up, gripping the sink for support. After a few seconds of looking in the mirror, I splashed my face with ice cold water, waking me up.

My feet carried me to the door and I slowly unlocked it, opening it and being greeted with Harry's smiling face. "Hey baby." he whispered, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, kissing my temple slightly.

"Hi." I replied quietly, we walked downstairs and into the kitchen without saying anything else. Liam was propped up on the counter top with a small smirk on his face when he saw my guilty state.

"Take a seat, I'll make you a coffee." Harry said, guiding me to the dining table. I stared at his face desperately, hoping he'd help me but to be honest, I didn't know why I wanted him to help me.

As soon as his hand detached from mine, I felt naked to Liam's piercing eyes. I looked down at my lap and fiddled with my thumbs as Harry turned the kettle on.

I looked up through my eyelashes to see Liam tilting his head and smiling at me, his bottom lip between his teeth. He pushed himself off the counter top and made his way over to me, I stiffened and looked at Harry.

My heart was beating at a stupid rate and my palms were sweating like crazy. "Hi Melanie." He said, taking a seat opposite me.

Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled at us both before continuing making the coffee, I didn't bother replying.

Liam cleared his throat and leant closer to me over the table, "hi Melanie." He repeated, this time a little quieter. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded slightly, "hi."

Harry came back with two cups of coffee and placed them in front of me and Liam, "there you go." He smiled, stroking my cheek. I forced a smile and held the boiling cup in my hands. The burning was quite relieving.

He sat beside me with his own cup in his hand, pecking my temple slightly. "So I was thinking..." Liam's voice made me jump and Harry looked at him suddenly interested.

"Why don't we go on a small vacation?" He chirped, Harry's face dropped and he rolled his eyes. "Is that a joke? You know she can't leave the house." He replied as if I wasn't currently in the room.

"We'll go somewhere isolated." Liam answered back, trying to persuade Harry. Good luck. Harry rubbed his forehead and sighed, "where is that then?" He breathed out.

"San Juan Mountains in Colorado." He smiled, tapping the table slightly. Harry chuckled and shook his head, "that's like two thousand miles away, are you crazy?" He exclaimed.

"One thousand, nine hundred and fifty actually." Liam corrected sarcastically. Harry narrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, "absolutely not." He muttered.

Liam groaned and scratched the back of his neck, "well you pick then." He said, throwing his hands in the air. Harry rubbed his chin sarcastically and looked up at the ceiling to show that he was thinking deeply.

"How about no where." He snapped, pushing Liam's shoulder back. "I can't take her on a fucking vacation for goodness sake, I've lost count of how many times she has tried to escape from here... Besides she is pregnant, what if she gives birth or what if someone sees her?"

I bit the inside of my lip awkwardly as they continued talking like I wasn't present in the room, "she's been stuck here for months Harry, it's not good for any human beings health if they are stuck inside a house for ages, especially a pregnant woman." Liam argued.

"Guys I am still h-", I was cut off by Harry.

"I don't care, what happens if she escaped on this vacation thing then? Hmm? She'd be a pregnant woman on the run, pregnant with my child Liam, are you stupid?" He exclaimed.

"Are you stupid?" Liam copied him in the same tone as Harry, making a silly face. I bit back the smirk that was etching its way on my face, Liam noticed this and smiled at me gently.

"The answer is no." Harry said, sipping his coffee. Liam scoffed and the room fell silent, well this turned awkward quickly.

"How about just a small trip then?" Liam pushed, Harry put his mug down in the table and sighed deeply. "Read my lips..." Harry groaned, pointing at his mouth.

"We are not going on holiday." He said slowly and loudly, Liam puffed his cheeks out and raised his eyebrow slightly. "So that's a no?" He asked.

"Yes." Harry replied.

Liam grinned and stood up quickly, "you said yes, Melanie go and pack." He shouted. That awkward moment when you have no belongings to pack.

Harry chuckled and pushed Liam away from him, "fuck off." He muttered. Harry looked at me and shook my head, "don't pack."

"I have nothing to pack, idiot." I mumbled. Harry raised his eyebrows at my tone. "Pack up that attitude and drink your coffee." He snapped back. Sassy.

I narrowed my eyebrows at his sudden mood change, he seemed angry and tense. "I was only jok-", again he cut me off.

"Get upstairs now." He demanded sternly. I choked out a laugh and looked at him for any evidence of sarcasm. None. "I'm not a kid Harry, I will not go upstairs." I snapped back.

His eyes hardened and his jaw clenched tight as he stated at me. Liam awkwardly started dancing and clapping his hands together, "how about we just watch a film or something?" He asked trying to ease the tension.

"Sure." Harry said coldly, not taking his eyes off me. Jesus, what crawled up his arse. It's all fun and games until Harry doesn't get what he wants, spoiled brat.