murder || harry lewis

one

"north london." i mumbled to myself, reading the signpost out loud as i drove through traffic to the coffee shop.

"hi, harry." i smiled to the cute boy behind the counter that was now pretty much my best friend, as i sat down in my usual seat for my multiple previous coffees.

"here you go, cutie." harry winked a minute later, handing me my usual drink, without me even having to order it and i giggled, thanking him.

"so, how're you?" he asked, sitting opposite me as there was no one else in the shop.

"i'm good," i gazed into his powder blue eyes that genuinely cared, and felt the urge to run my fingers through his messy, brown curls that'd been tousled by him repeatedly doing that very thing, "but i'm bored." i refrained from doing so.

"i'll close the shop early, and we can go to my place."

"you don't have to."

"i would love to, i'm pretty bored as well." he chuckled, motioning around the empty room.

"thank you." i mumbled, smiling at him as he returned it, something lightly fluttering inside of me.

he got up and put away stuff behind the counter, and i helped him to clear away rubbish as he wiped down the dirty tables.

"my car's here, so i can drive us." i stated and he nodded, jumping into the passenger seat happily.

i pulled up outside his block, and harry lead me up to his apartment, the two of us collapsing onto his sofa upon entering, and i smiled at the familiarity.

"what do you wanna do?"

"eat."

"what?"

his face lit up as he spoke, "pizza."

harry grabbed his phone, calling dominos and ordering a large chicken and sweetcorn pizza, knowing that was my favourite as well as his.

at the sound of the doorbell, harry jumped up and was there in seconds, immediately bringing the pizza over and placing it lovingly on the table.

"yum." he concluded, finishing the last slice and sitting back in his chair, his eyes vaguely fixed on me as he grinned.

"come on, fatty. let's go for a walk." i giggled, harry pouting but getting up and following me.

"where're we walking to?"

"i don't know. the park?" i suggested, grabbing harry's hand and pulling him to hurry up.

"oi, harry."

i looked to my left and saw three boys, about our age, standing in an alleyway with threatening smirks plastered on their lips.

"who are they?" i mumbled quietly, but harry was pulled towards them, and a punch was sent straight to his cheek.

one of them tried to grab me too, but harry's scream momentarily startled him, "no, rose, get out of here." he pleaded.

before i could react, he'd grabbed me, and pulled me past harry.

i elbowed him in the nose and he groaned, pulling my arms tighter behind my back, pushing me against the wall and turning me around to face him.

i looked back to where harry was and he now had blood dripping from his nose, but he punched one of the two around him, his foot then making contact with the other's stomach, the two of them wincing and cursing.

harry punched the two again, snarling at them to leave, and they scampered off, swearing at the blue eyed boy.

"pussy's." the one holding me spat, and i assumed he was the leader.

he slapped my face so that i would turn to be looking at him, and harry began to walk towards us.

"stay there." he growled at harry, pulling a pistol out and holding it up.

i pretended to grab it so that he'd point it at me, and he rolled his eyes, "don't even bother trying."

i smirked, grabbing the gun with one hand and pushing his arm away with the other.

i held the gun to him and he smirked, "you don't have the guts."

"oh, don't i?"

"no."

i dropped the gun onto his lifeless body, harry immediately running to me.

"i'm so sorry, oh my god. are you okay?"

"i'm fine." i spoke softly.

"did you actually kill him?"

i nodded, "are you okay?"

"yeah." harry pulled me out of the alleyway, back up the street.

once in the safety of harry's apartment, he went to speak but i cut him off with my own question.

"who were they?"

"it doesn't matter. why were you so steady with the gun?"

"i asked you first."

despite the situation, a small smile still found it's way onto harry's lips at my childish retort.

"about six months ago, my dad got into some pretty shitty deal, and lost a load of money, and couldn't pay to these people, so, they took me, and told me either my dad payed, got killed, or i did a job for them."

"and you did the job for them?"

"yeah. i had to give drugs to the guy that grabbed you today, and he payed up, and i gave the money back to the people that'd sent me on the mission in the first place. i thought that'd be it, but then i also had to go and get drugs from the guy that grabbed you, and i was given money to pay for them, i didn't know how much, but apparently it wasn't enough. so, ever since, they've been on my case, even though it wasn't my fault.
i then refused to do anymore deals for the other guys, as i knew i'd end up in even more trouble, or be sent to jail or something." harry spoke, his face falling as he spoke the last part, "and now my dad's dead."