You & I || h.s (ON HOLD FOR EXTREME EDITING)

twelve.

|| Harry's POV ||

Letting everything out and talking about this shit lifted a weight off my chest. It felt so good to tell someone about this but I wasn't out of the woods yet. Nobody was. This situation was dangerous and I don't think anything or anyone would be safe. And now that I've told Liv, I realize I just made a big mistake. She knows now. And Richard will soon know that I told another person about Nevermore. Liv's going to turn out to be in Lisa's position.

No.. Not again.

After several minutes without speaking, Liv finally breaks the silence. "So.. That's everything, right?"

I hesitate because it's so not true. There's a shitload of crap going on and if I tell her right now, I could be putting her into even more danger.

"Yeah," I lie, "that's everything."

We were still in my living room on the couch in my apartment.

My apartment.

The same place I told Lisa.

The same place she was murdered.

My eyes widened when reality hit me like a brick to the face and I quickly grabbed Liv's arm, yanking her off her feet and toward the front door.

"Harry? W-What are you doing?" She questioned but I ignored her while dragging her outside and into my truck again.

"Get in." I demanded; she did so without a word. I helped her in and ran to the other side, jumping in and starting the ignition. I could already feel the tension growing and I was afraid that one of Richard's cars would park in the driveway right beside me. I backed out and began speeding over the limit but I didn't care. I needed to get Liv somewhere safe and away from Nevermore and Richard.

"Harry, slow down; you're going way over the speed limit!" She hisses. Again, I ignore her and only go faster.

"What's wrong? Where are we going?"

This time I answer her but avoid her first question. "Somewhere safe."

"Can you at least tell me what's got you so worked up?"

"Liv, just bare with me right now, alright?"

She sighs. "Alri-" she was cut off by sirens behind us. I looked in the rear-view mirror and sure enough, there was a cop car right behind us.

"Why aren't you slowing down?" She questions when her blue eyes widen. I ignore her and focus on driving.

"Harry, you have to pull over, it's the fucking police for God's sake!" When I glimpse over at her I immediately regret it. Her whole expression was painted in fear and that's the last thing I want her to feel. But when you get involved with me and my fucked up life, that's all you'll ever feel.

After minutes of hesitation and cursing under my breath, I decide 'fuck it' and pull over. When the truck comes to a stop, I look in the mirror to see the cop car pull over behind us as well.

I look over and Liv sighs with her head in her hand, leaning against the truck window. She speaks first. "After this, I want you to tell me what's got you all tense. Okay?"

I didn't have time to answer when I heard a light tap on my window. I rolled it down and I saw the head of a NYPD cop standing below me. The truck was so large compared to the officer I only got to see his head. He had a bushy mustache and a lame excuse of CSI sunglasses on. He had light brown hair and a badge that read chief. Shit.

"Son, do you know how fast you were traveling at?" He pushes up his sunglasses and peers up at me.

"Uh, no." I felt Liv nudge me with her elbow, a sign of her telling me to respect this old creep. ".. Sir." I corrected myself.