murder || harry lewis

thirteen

(two months later)

harry and i were in paris, and no one knew where we were staying, so it surprised me when a letter was slipped under the door of the hotel room we were in.

i opened it,

rose winters,

rejoignez-moi à six cette soirée, dans la construction en face de votre hôtel.

- jide

confused as to why jj was in paris, he wanted to meet me secretly, and how he knew which hotel i was in, and my room number.

he was the only person i'd told that i was going to paris, but he didn't know anything more than the city i was staying in.

i decided to text jj, to make sure his letter was real, but i did believe it, as it was in french and he knew i was in paris.

me: the fuck you putting a letter under my hotel door for?

me: is it legit??

jj: oui, c'est

me: d'accord, à plus tard

i walked out of the hotel and into the building opposite, harry next to me, and my phone buzzed.

jj: descendez de l'escalier à votre droit

i went to stairs to the right, harry following me, and cautiously stepped down them, the building eerily quiet.

at the bottom of the stairs were two doors, and i walked through the door on the right.

looking around, i noticed there was pretty much nothing in this room, other than an old table and a broken chair, and i turned around to look at harry, only to realise he wasn't there.

"fuck." i whispered, and left the room, to see he wasn't on the staircase.

i hesitantly opened the other door, holding my gun up in front of me, and i immediately noticed harry on a chair, his wrists tied behind him.

i noticed a familiar boy holding a gun up towards harry, but his eyes trained on me, a smirk on his lips.

"well, well, well. long time no see, winters." he said.

"daniel." i scoffed, and stepped towards him.

"take another step, and i'll shoot him." daniel spat and i rolled my eyes at him.

"oh, please, be my guest. i couldn't give less of a fuck about him, he just slows me down." i spoke calmly, glancing over to harry, hurt filling his eyes, which he immediately tried to conceal.

"shoot him yourself, then." daniel smirked, assuming he'd won now.

"or what?"

"or we shoot you." daniel smirked, motioning to the boy beside him and three other men each holding guns as they entered, as daniel turned his gun to me, no longer pointing it at harry, "oh, but if you even so much as think of moving, don't think i won't hesitate to blow your fucking brains out." daniel regarded harry.

"fine." i said, moving to stand in front of harry, pointing my gun to him.

as much as i knew daniel was serious, i needed to show him i wasn't afraid of him, which i wasn't.

harry's pained and fearful eyes gazed at me in bewilderment before he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"open your eyes." i mumbled and within a second i was met with his bright blue irises.

'trust me' i mouthed, flinching at the loud bang and harry's swear as i pulled the trigger, before i suddenly turned around and pointed my gun to daniel, smirking as he fumbled to quickly lift his arm and point his back at me.

"good girl." he tried to appear confident, but i could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest, "you can go." he spoke to the other three behind me, and they left, running up the stairs and leaving the building.

i scoffed, "you didn't think i could do it?"

"well, y-" bang.

i smiled as he fell to the ground, "rule one, when someone's pointing a gun at you, don't get distracted." i spoke to his original 'companion' as i turned slightly so i was now facing him.

the guy gulped as he looked over at daniel's now limp body and i guessed he was new to the job.

his hands lightly shook as his knuckles were white, his grip tight yet unsure around the pistol, and i decided that he most likely wouldn't shoot me, but i kept my gun up just in case.

"so, who the fuck are you?" i asked, and he didn't reply, just looked to the ground.
"how did daniel know i was here?" i asked, and once again i didn't receive a response.
"look, babe.." i started, "i suggest you answer my question if you plan on living until tomorrow."

"i..i don't know." he mumbled.

"i think you do." i scoffed, "tell me, and i promise i won't touch you."

"i..um, he had a guy called jj's phone?"

"how did he get jj's phone?" i asked, in disbelief that jj would give it to him.

"um, jake.. wait, no, josh i think gave it to him."

"and how did josh get it?"

"i don't know."

"do you know where jj is now?"

"um, hospital i think."

"in england?" i asked and he nodded.
"what's your name?"

"tobi." he mumbled.

"well, tobi, seeing as your boss is now dead, and you don't want to follow in his footsteps, i assume, i suggest you run along, and never speak a word of this encounter again, okay?" i said and he nodded and walked to the door, going up the stairs and leaving.

i turned back to harry, where he was wincing, his hand pressed to his lower abdomen as he looked up at me bitterly.