murder || harry lewis

twelve

"fuck, harry. people know we're here." i groaned.

he sighed, "i know, i'm sorry."

"it's not your fault." i said softly, but i assumed they'd tracked him somehow, and now would most likely be after us, as that guy wouldn't return, and i'm sure it then wouldn't take whoever he was with long to realise what had happened to him. "but, we do now need to get out of here." i sighed and he nodded, the two of us beginning to pack.

there was a knock on the door that made harry freeze.

i went to answer it, but the panicked look in harry's eyes made me stop.

i picked up my gun, told harry to hide, and went to the door, opening it and training my gun on whoever the guy was standing in front of me.

"where's harry?" he asked, unfazed by the close proximity between him and the cool barrel of the gun in my hands.

"who're you?"

"stronger than you, so i suggest you step aside."

"oh, fuck off." i scoffed and he pulled out a gun from behind him, training it at me.

"i won't say this again. i suggest you move, princess." he said and i looked at him closely, getting a bad vibe off of him, my suspicions confirmed by his next words, "choose wisely. move, and harry dies, or don't move, and you both die."

after a bang, his body fell to the floor, and harry cautiously emerged from behind me.

"who, the fuck, was that?" i asked.

"i recognised that knock. he worked with the guy who killed my dad, they're the only people i've ever known to knock like that. he was probably here to kill me, as revenge, if you hadn't done it first." harry explained and i nodded, turning back around to the little audience we'd now acquired outside the room.

"guys! i said, no killing on my property." i heard jj whine.

"oh, shut the fuck up, jj." i spat, anger taking over my body, "who the fuck let him up here?" i shouted, glancing over the faces stood before me.

my eyes landed on josh, a smug look on his face, and i raised the hand holding my gun, training it on him.

"woah, no, don't." jj attempted to intervene, but from the look i gave him he decided to know better, taking a step back.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" i spat, my attention returning to josh, "would you like me to blow your fucking brains out? because i happily will, and, believe me, i won't give you a second thought."

"there's no need for that now, is there? come on, baby, calm down." josh smirked, harry stepping forwards to punch his jaw, causing him to stumble back and lose his smug confidence, and the glint from his eyes.

"woah, what the fuck?" josh said.

"just fuck off." harry said, causing josh to laugh.

"or what, pretty boy? your girlfriend gonna do the dirty work for you as usual, and kill me?" josh said, a patronising glint in his eyes as he smirked.

"i'm certain neither of us would hesitate to pull the trigger." i said, my face straight.

"oh, i'm absolutely terrified." josh pouted sarcastically like a three year old, just to further aggravate harry, and especially myself.

"josh, i wouldn't test her." jj mumbled quietly, and josh rolled his eyes.

"alright, alright. don't get your knickers in a twist." josh laughed.

i scoffed, motioning with my gun for him to go away, and he did, after smirking at me, "if i ever see you again and i'm not in a good mood, you better fucking pray i don't have a means of killing you on me." i called after him, him just sticking up his finger over his shoulder and flipping me off as he walked away, as a response.

i slammed the door closed, turning to harry, "we're leaving, now." i said and he nodded, picking up the two of our's bags.

i tucked one gun into my jeans, under my hoody, slipping another into my handbag, the others just going into our bags.

harry and i walked down, getting into my car, jj following us, harry putting our bags in the boot and sitting in the passenger seat as i spoke to him.

"m'appeler si vous voulez." jj said and i nodded.

"oui, quel est ton numéro?" i asked, jj putting it into my phone.

"au revoir." jj said and i got into my car, driving off with harry.