Angel with a Shotgun || h.s. (MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 19: You Talk A Lot

Chapter 19: You Talk A Lot

"After mourning for Adrian's death, I looked for them. I took their lives just how easily they took Adrian's. I could still remember the fear in their eyes. How they begged for me to spare them. I broke their necks with my bare hands."

"I killed them all."

Her cold stare and lifeless emotion. The way she smiled. Her voice. It wasn't like the Andie I knew. Completely different. The girl at that time wasn't her. Andie would never do that. I refused to believe she did that.

It's been a week since I last talked to Andie. I keep ignoring her texts and calls. Asking me to talk to her. I care about her. In fact, I feel bad for her. She was young and she went through a lot of pain. Losing her mother then Adrian, that's too much.

"Hey, are you okay?" Louis sat beside me. "You haven't moved since we got here."

"Yeah, I'm fine." I grabbed my beer and took a swig.

"We're at the club Harry. You should let loose." Niall said, who was sitting across with Zayn beside him. I just nodded. Tonight, I'm going to drown myself in alcohol.

"Did you and Andie got into a fight?" Liam asked. I shrugged and continued drinking.

"Man! Looks like you got yourself stuck with this chick. This is not the normal you." Louis joked. I slapped his arm hard.

"What was that for?" He whined.

"For being a dick."

"You've got a serious case of love bug there Harry." Liam cut Louis off.

"Yeah whatever!"

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I stumbled on her front door.

The door opened and Andie stood there, surprised.

"We need to talk." I slurred.

She moved, making room for me. I went in and took off my shoes. I noticed the object she's holding behind her. I felt my body froze.

"Is that a gun?" She didn't answer.

"Andie is that a gun?"

"Oh no, it's a wooden stick! Of course it's a gun Harry." She sounded pissed. She placed the gun on top of the coffee table. I was too busy eyeing the gun that I haven't realize the lack of clothing she has. She was wearing a white racerback tank and a black boy shorts, emphasizing her perfect bum. She look so hot. I just want to run my hands all over her.

No Harry! You came here to talk!

"You just came out wearing that?" I gestured my hand to her body.

"Yeah, problem?"

"Yes! Why didn't you put some pants on? What if someone sees you in that." I sound like a jealous boyfriend.

"Oh I'm sorry. If you didn't kept banging on the door, maybe I could have put on some pants." I was about to reply when she talked. "Why are you here?"

"I came here to talk." I took a sit on the couch. She laughed and throw her hands in the air.

"Oh now you want to talk? How about we start with you ignoring my texts and calls for a week. I tried talking to you but you just shut me off. And now you're barging in and saying you want to talk. Fuck you!"

"Listen here Andie-"

"No you listen here. I was being honest with you. But it looks like I made the wrong decision for opening up my past."

"Yes I did ignore you. You can't blame me. I was scared and confused Andie."

"Oh great now you're scared of me."

"It's new to me okay. I used to date models and artists. But a daughter of a mafia leader? It's new."

"I'm sorry if I'm not like those girls and I'll never be like those girls."

"I know. It's just... I don't know what to say after hearing your story. It's not easy to let it sink in that you killed them."

"They're not the only people who I have killed Harry. There were a lot."

"Oh wow! What else Andie? What else did you do?" This time I stood up and walked towards her. Alcohol was giving me confidence.

"Don't pin this on me Harry. Just don't."

"What do you want me say Andie? I don't know much about your past. I didn't even know you have a gun in your house. Normal people don't go around carrying guns."

"Normal people don't go around people's houses at two in the morning." She crossed her arms. "You know what, I'm tired. If you just came here to yell at me about killing people, why don't you just leave."

"I -"

"No, just leave. Lock the door before you go out. I'm tired of this. You can judge me all you want. But I can't change my past Harry. Most of all, I can't change myself. I told you before to stay away because I was trouble. But you didn't. And now you're making me look like the bad guy. Those people deserve to die Harry. What they did was worse. In my world, it's to kill or be killed. I know -"

I kissed her. It took a minute before she kissed back. Her hands were on chest while mine was on her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss was soft and passionate. Igniting the fire in my body. I broke the kiss and looked at her. She gently opened her eyes and smiled.

"You talk a lot Andie. You need to learn to shut up." I smirked.

"And you need to stop being a jerk." She pulled my shirt, snaking her arms to my neck. Her breath fanning my face.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hmmm." She closed the little space between us. The kiss became more needy. I swiped my tongue on her bottom lip but she refused to part her lips. I tugged her lip and squeezed her bum. She gasped and I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. We were fighting for dominance and I won, taking control.

"Jump." I said between kisses. I lifted her up and she locked her legs around my waist. I pushed her to the wall. We continued kissing. Her hands tugged the hair on my nape and I make a throaty moan. She buck her hips up making friction. My thing started to get excited. We broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"Bedroom."

End of chapter.

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