paired {h.s}

part seven

It took us quite an amount of time to get from the back exit of my apartment building, which was on the bottom floor, all the way to my apartment situated on the 3rd floor.

Mainly because Harry couldn't walk particularly well so I had to help him and he weighed a hell of alot because he was a tall man. But nevertheless, we managed to get ourselves into my apartment eventually.

The first thing I attempted to do when we got to my apartment was to bandage up Harry's wound.

"Okay, nearly done." I muttered after I'd wiped it clean. Luckily, the bullet had just grazed his skin and not actually gone inside. I quickly dressed the wound and helped him sit up again.

"Thanks." Harry sent me a small smile and took a sip of the orange juice I'd brought out for him. "So, what next?"

"I have no idea." I exhaled deeply, taking Harry's phone to take another look at the picture.

An apple? I stared aimlessly at the picture, zooming in to try and find something.

"What if..." Harry started. "It's not a big apple, but THE big apple?"

"New York?"

"Exactly..." New York. That could give us somewhere to start. But how would we get there?

There was a little silence in which I thought about how the hell we were gonna get all the way to New York.

"Get some sleep." I told him, pulling out a blanket from behind the couch we were sitting on and passing it to him. Harry took off the blazer he was wearing and lay down to face me.

I stood up and looked at the time on my phone. Just turned 10 o'clock. I left to my room and changed quickly into leggings, a jumper and beanie. I walked out again, slipping on my shoes and grabbing my handbag quietly.

"Where are you going?" I heard Harry ask.

"Somewhere, I'll be back soon. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry. Take whatever you want." I rushed out the front door and down the stairs to the cold empty streets of London.

There was barely anyone out by this time and the tall lampposts lit up the whole place. It was quite cold tonight, cold enough for my breath to become like smoke in the air when I exhaled.

I made my way to the huge 24 hour Tesco's which was just around the corner and stood at the ATM with a content smile on my face.

My dad gave me an 'emergency' credit card ages ago and I'd never really used it until now. Since this was quite an emergency.

I put the card in the little slit and followed the instructions onscreen, requesting £100 out of the ATM and recieving it a few minutes later.

We couldn't stay at mine for long. That's the first place Dad would
come looking for us. We had to get to New York as soon as possible.

I turned around and started to make my way home slowly, just taking in the whole situation and using this walking time to simply think.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck my mind. I brought out my phone quickly from my bag and tapped the phone app, calling a particular contact on my phone.

Several rings were heard until the phone was finally picked.

"Hello?"

"Elodie? It's Danika. I need a favour."

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5 hours. That's how much sleep I'd had. Most of the night was spent planning our trip to New York the next day.

I drove Harry to his house and gave him exactly 30 minutes to pack all his clothes together in a suitcase. He did it in 25 which was even better.

It was currently 4am and we had to make a little pitstop to get some spy supplies before heading over to visit Elodie.

Elodie is an ex-Mi5 agent who quit to become an entrepreneur. I saved her and her company from a employee who tried to take over it about a year ago so she owed me a favour.

The plan was to use one of Elodie's private jets to get to New York.

"Come on." I whispered to Harry, dragging him over to the large garage that the Mi5 uses for weapons and gadgets.

"Does this count as stealing?" Harry asked as I swiped my keycard into the electric lock. The garage door opened slowly and we both walked inside, my empty rucksack held by my side.

"Of course not! Think of it as... borrowing from family." I began to load up the bag with guns, bullets, all types of things that we needed.

"Ooh." Harry held up a packet of gum which was actually tiny smoke bombs. You chew three times then spit out the gum and a whole load of smoke comes with it. It was watermelon flavoured too.

"I think we've got mostly everything." I announced, taking the packet from Harry and chucking it in the rucksack.

We were about ready to leave and I made sure to erase the CCTV footage from this morning and shut it down before I left, just incase Dad decided to look at it for some reason or another.

Just as Harry picked up the bag to leave, my phone began to ring.

It was Elodie.

"Hey." I picked up in a rather cheerful tone.

"Hiya. Just calling to say your jet is ready to take you to New York, whenever you're ready!"

A huge smile appeared on my face.

"Thank you so much! You've honestly really saved us so much hassle."

"It's cool. Have fun!"

"Thanks, bye now!" I ended the call and we walked back to the car again to drive to the plane.