murder || harry lewis

eight

"this isn't safe. i'm so sorry, i've got you into this, and y--" harry started, bursting through the door and into the kitchen where i was sat.

"stop." i spoke softly, "what happened?"

"you know the gang members?" he asked and i nodded, "they said that they'll just hurt you to get to me."

i scoffed and stood up, allowing him to wrap his arms around my waist as i spoke, "well, one of them tried to when i got out of my car, but i'd just grabbed a pistol from my house, and i hit him with it." i found myself giggling lightly at the memory.

wow, i'm a psychopath.

"oh, are you alright? did he touch you?"

"i'm fine, he didn't." i said, pulling away from the hug, only for harry to delicately kiss my forehead.

"did they hurt you?" i asked, looking at him with concern, but he shook his head with a little smile.

"i'm sorry for getting you into this, but i don't think we should stay here, they know where we are." he mumbled, grin faltering.

"we can stay at mine." i offered, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"are you sure? you don't have to, i've already gotten you into trouble, and i--"

"harry, i've gotten you into more trouble than you have me, don't worry. stay at mine." i said, my voice soft but final, a smile on my lips.

"alright, i love you." he was unable to cover up a hopeless grin as he gently tilted my face up with his thumb and index finger, "can we just stay here tonight? i have a day off tomorrow."

i nodded, "that's fine. i love you too." i managed to mumble, before he pressed his lips to mine.

i grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the sofa, the two of us sitting down, as i sat on his lap facing him, straddling his waist and grabbing my phone, calling up dominos.