murder || harry lewis

nine

harry and i got into my car, having lugged some of our stuff into the boot, and i drove us to my house.

"i've never been here before." he mumbled when we arrived, looking up at the fairly large white house through the windscreen.

i got out of the car and grabbed some bags, taking the keys out of my pocket and unlocking the front door.

"it was my grandma's." i stated, smiling slightly at the memory of the kind woman.

i lead harry upstairs to my bedroom where we placed down some bags, and i carefully returned my gun to my drawer, harry watching me with attentive eyes.

"i have two others, if you want one?"

i walked downstairs and harry followed me, sitting on a stool when we entered the kitchen.

"what do you want to eat?" i asked, going to the fridge and getting him a coke, before getting myself water.

"i don't mind." he sighed, and i decided on getting pasta out of the oven, and boiling it as i made a sauce.

"here." i smiled, handing harry a plate, and sitting opposite him at the island.

i took the plates to the sink and sat back where i was before, "we're weird." harry said softly and i looked up at him expectantly, "but i love us."

i still gave him a blank expression, and he leant back slightly before elaborating, "we both choose to not care for anyone else, but ourselves. we can murder, and that's what brought us to finally admit and realise our love for each other."

i nodded with a little smile and stood up, harry coming to kiss me, before picking me up and placing me next to him on the sofa.

harry extended his arms to me, gently pulling me to sit sideways on his lap, my knees bent, and feet next to his thigh, as my back rested against the side of the sofa.

i snuggled my arms around his waist, as his fingers rested on my hips and he delicately traced shapes on my skin with his fingertips.

harry leant forwards slowly, touching our foreheads, before tilting his face and pressing his lips to mine, kissing me softly.

his hands hands moved up to cup my face, as i felt him smile into it, before running his fingers through my hair.

i pulled away to bury my face in the crook of his neck, as his arms wrapped around my waist, and he kissed the top of my head.

"i love you." harry mumbled, and i looked up at him.

"i love you too." i smiled, resting my head on his shoulder as i lazily watched the movement on my screen, and he pulled a soft blanket over us as we cuddled.

harmless cuddling with a murderer.