Boy at the window || Larry Stylinson AU

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Today is saturday, which means that I'm working in the small café ten minutes away from my home.
As my family always lacks money and therefor isn't able to buy me the things I want, I need to make money myself.

I know I know, working only one day per week doesn't make me a  rich 17 years old, but at least I can buy me books! Which is all I need.
Well... Not all. I need freedom. Freedom from my annoying family, freedom from school with its mean teachers and bullies, freedom from society with its standarts and prejudices. Just freedom in general. But money can't buy freedom.

I startle up from my deep thoughts as the door bell rings and a woman enters the café.
She has blond straight hair and plumped lips and a more or less mainstream face but I'm not going to judge people for their look.

"Good morning!" I greet her politely.
"Mhm" she mumbles under her breath. Uhm, did I do something wrong? I sweep over my apron and push back my hair, slightly confused.
"So... What would you like to order?"
She doesn't answer but continues mumbling something I don't understand.
"Excuse me what were you saying?"
"Shut up boy" she hisses, "before I make you shut up".

Woah what is happening? I start shaking, my hands getting sweaty. I back up from the counter, trying to find something to hold on to which ends up being my phone that was laying on the table behind me. Should I worry? I always get nervous when people act weird. I continue staring at her.
The women turns around and slowly starts walking through the café to an old man sitting in the corner.

His name is Max, he's a homeless that comes to the café everyday and just sits there reading the newspaper and maybe drinking a coffee. The owner of the café is truly tolerant and accepts his attendance. Sometimes, when there are no costumores, I try chatting to him but he never says something.

The woman arrives at his table. Suddenly, she reachs into the pocket of her coat and pulls out a gun, aiming at Max's head.

I scream and start shaking with no control, being unable to breath.
The gun switches until it aims at my head. I duck under the table praying to god (who I don't believe in) that an angel will save me, when I remember the phone in my hand.
I try unlocking it but it slips out of my sweaty shaking hands and slides under the counter.

"FUCK" I scream, followed by a deafening BANG, causing the glas in the counter above me to splinter all over my body.
I crouch deeper under the table, tears running down my face.

Then everything happens in only some seconds. The door crashs open, two gun shots, an agonized cry and then silence.

I breath. Tears still all over my face, glass all around me. I slowly crawl out from underneath the table and pull myself up on the counter. My eyes widen as I see the dead body of the women, her empty eyes staring at the ceiling. Max packs his things and quickly rushs out of the door before I can even ask him if he is okay.

A warm hand on my shoulders makes me jump and scream again, I turn around and in front of me a silver cross on a chain swings slightly above a bare chest that is covered in a tattoo of two birds. I'm frowing, since when do birds have eyebrows?

I look down to the other hand of the man, which is holding a gun. Then I look up into his face. Green eyes are the last thing I see before I black out.

Okay I didn't expect my own story to become that intense wow *takes deep breath*
I hope y'all are okay, if not I'm really really sorry.

Thank you for reading my story! I didn't make those author notes so far but I feel like it gets more personal so yeah uhm hi, it's me. I'm weird. Nice to meet you.

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