Together

Chapter 17

After we check into our hotel, and drop off our suitcase, we get into the car immediately with all our sneaky 'stealing gems from high-price stores' clothing. Camila pulls into a dark alleyway, pressing up against the grimy brick wall.

"Let's go, babe," Camila gently slaps my knee with the backside of her hand, causing me to look away from the window. She slips out of the car, shutting the door behind her and disappearing behind the car. I follow suit, appearing beside Camila near the trunk. She already has her black scarf, black gloves, black beanie, and my black leather jacket on when I see her.

"C'mon, Christmas," Camila giggles, wrapping the same dark red scarf from before around my neck, pulling me closer. I laugh softly, letting Camila pull me closer and closer, all the way until our foreheads touch. She throws the other side of the scarf around my shoulder. We are about to kiss, or bump scarfs again, when she pulls the beanie over my head, covering my eyes and nose.

I step back from her, ripping the beanie off my head. Camila doubles over, laughing while hugging her stomach. I fix the hat so all my hair is in it and none is out and over my shoulders, pulling it on.

"That was evil, Camz." I complain, turning to walk away from her playfully.

"No, no, no, Lo." Camila giggles, dashing after me and wrapping her arms around my neck from behind. "I'm sorry, my love." She bends her head to try and kiss my neck, but the cloth of the scarf gets in her way, so she just buries her face in the crook of my neck instead.

"Payback." I mumble, wiggling out of Camila's grasp and shifting my body so our faces are facing each other. I move the top of her scarf down just enough so her lips are uncovered. I do the same to me, and I lean in, capturing her lips for my own.

We pull away shortly after, wanting to make sure we don't get caught. Camila giggles once again, planting a quick kiss on my cheek. "Revenge is sweet." She murmurs, her smile giddy as she pulls her scarf back on. "And so are you."

"Come on, you little flirt." I tease, grabbing Camila's hand after I fix my red scarf.

Once we get to the door of the jewelry store, Camila easily picks the lock and slips inside. I follow after her, glancing around nervously. Something about this time seems different than last time— and not the good kind of different either. The store is dark, as all the lights are out, and the glass of the boxes reflects nothing except the city lights from outside.

"Do you see which one has the emeralds in it?" Camila whispers in my ear, startling me and causing me to jump.

"Um," I mumble, squinting my eyes to glance around the shop. "No.." My eyes land on a sign that says 'emeralds, rubies, pearls, and other various gems' on it. "Aha, here we go."

I take Camila's hand again, pulling her toward the door for the room. Right as we are about to open the door to walk inside, I hear voices coming from the room. I stick my arm out to stop Camila from opening the door.

"Do we just take them?" Asks a voice with a heavy British accent.

I feel my heartbeat speed up as the conversation continues, making me lean farther onto the door, pressing my ear to the wooden door.

"Yes, Harry," a different, yet still accented, voice replies. "Just take them, we can't let the girl from the boys get them."

"The girl from the boys?" Camila echoes their words, whispering to me. "Do you think they mean me?"

"Yeah, I think so." I answer, whispering in the same tone Camila is.

"Okay, when I open the door, hide as quickly as you can. Alright?" Camila tells me, and even before I can respond to her question, she pushes open the door. "You are?" She shouts loudly, causing a distraction for me.