murder || harry lewis

eleven

a.n. there is some french in this (in italics), but i'll comment the translation by it.

"we need to leave." i said simply to harry as i walked into the kitchen.

"what?"

"now. it's not safe. they know we're here." i said.

"why? how do you know?" harry asked, confusion lacing his featured.

i showed him my phone, which displayed a text from an unknown number saying my address (that harry and i were currently at).

"oh, shit." harry said and i couldn't help but chuckle.

"yeah, come on. pack some necessities, but we can buy more stuff as and when we need." i said.

we chucked the stuff into the back of my car, and i drove us quickly to a safe house that i knew of, making sure, on the way, that no one was following us.

i stopped on the way at a bank, grabbing my credit card and harry's, "you'll need cash when we get there." i explained and he nodded, "cash transactions can't be traced."

i then went into the shop next door to buy roses, "what the fuck do you need roses for?" harry asked when i returned to the car.

"you'll see." i said, continuing on the journey.

when we reached the safe house, harry and i got out of the car, but i told him to stay outside as i went in.

"where's jj?" i said gruffly to a tall, bearded guy as i walked past him.

"i'm josh, nice to meet you too." he said sarcastically, due to my previous tone.

i rolled my eyes, "i'm rose. where's jj?"

"basement. so, what's a pretty little thing like you doing here? you don't seem like the type to kill, princess." josh said.

"looks can be deceiving." i smirked, walking away from him and opening the door revealing the steps down to the basement.

"jide, come here now you dick." i called, seeing him at the bottom of the stairs a moment later.

"fuck me, if it isn't miss winters." he smirked, "i thought you'd never take up my offer."

"well, here i am." i said.

a few years ago jj gave me this address, offering it for whenever i desperately needed it.

"you alone?" jj asked and i shook my head. "boyfriend? or just partner in crime?"

"both." i laughed.

"history?"

"killed his dad's killer and he can fight." i said and jj nodded.

"that's all?" i heard and turned around to see josh stood just behind me.

i grabbed his collar, pushing his back against the wall and pulling my pistol out, holding it under his jaw, just to scare him.

"shut up." i said, before flashing him a fake smile as i turned back to jj, "je vais le chercher." i ascended the stairs.

"he makes you weak and defensive." josh said and i just flipped him off, not bothering to turn around.

when i opened to door, i saw harry fumbling with his gun, before training it on an unfamiliar face, who had already done the same, pointing his gun at harry.

neither had noticed me.

"my father killed yours so you killed mine, and now i'll kill you." he said, "and unfortunately you don't have a son to kill me, harold."

"no, but he has me." i said, the two boys' heads turning to me, as i held my gun to the man i didn't recognise, but now knew who he was.

"who's this little sket?"

i heard a bang and watched as the guy fell to the floor, harry lowering his gun as he looked at me.

he walked to me and i hugged him, before i heard jj shout from behind me, "don't fucking kill people on my premises, i have to get rid of that now."

i laughed, going to the car and grabbing all of my stuff, harry doing the same, before i went back over to jj, "this is harry." i said.

"jj." he nodded to harry. "il a l'air jeune." jj turned to me.

i laughed, jj and i speak french pretty much fluently.

"il est bon, cela s'est produit très rapidement." i replied.

i turned to harry, who was just looking at us with confusion.

"come on." i said to him, leading harry back inside, "je te parlerai plus tard." i called to jj and he nodded.