Broken Walls | H.S | [Discontinued]

Chapter 9

Nigella

Loud banging footsteps are heard throughout the flat. My heart beats fast. I want to go out and check but I'm scared. I'm hoping things won't turn out like last time when Nathan got shot. I muster up the courage to slide out of bed and exit my bedroom. I gulp and walk down the hallway taking me to the living room.

All I can hear is silence. I see a dark figure standing in the kitchen. My heart drops to my stomach. Should I scream and call Harry? No I don't think it'd be a good idea. I think to myself. I walk towards the kitchen and turn the lights on.

Harry stands there, half naked while shoving a fairy cake inside his mouth. His eyes widen as he sees me. He stands there with the fairy cake in his mouth. I swear I could feel my heart melt. He looks so adorable. He quickly chews the cake and gulps it down.

"Hey, Nigella" He smiles, awkwardly.

"I don't know whether to be mad at you for scaring the shit out of me, or laugh at your adorableness" I admit, chuckling. A blush creeps onto his cheeks making him look even more cuter.

"I'm sorry" He apologises while looking down at the ground.

"It's alright, Harry" I smile at him. I take small steps towards him. I stand front of tall framed body. I'm not that shorter than him. I'm pretty tall but I don't have the super model body. I'm a curvy girl.

"How tall are you?" Harry asks.

"5 foot 9 inches" I reply. He nods while inching his face closer to mine. I could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. He rests his two hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I turn my head to my right. I squeeze my eyes shut as his nose brushes my cheek. He brushes his nose against my cheek harder, this time and presses a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

I slowly twist my neck to look into his green eyes that I found myself to be quite fond of. His breath hits my lips, sending shivers down my spine. His lips ghost over mine.

"You have no idea, how much I want this" He says before crashing his lips on mine. My hands instantly wrap around his neck. One of them slides up tangling with his short, yet curly hair. He moans into my mouth making me more excited.

Our lips move in a sweet sync before we eventually pull away. Our foreheads rest against each other. Both of us try to catch our breath.

"I liked it" I bite my lip and look into the emerald eyes.

"I did too, very much" Harry grins. I kiss his lips softly once more. "I could get used to that"

"Well good, because I'm already addicted"

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"Oh my gosh! I'm late for work!" Harry yells while pacing around the flat. "Nigella, love? Be a sweetheart and quickly make me a toast, please"

"Alright" I nod and run inside the kitchen. I quickly put bread inside the toaster. After the toast is done, I put some jam on the toast and out it on a plate. "Harry! Your toast is done"

He runs and takes one toast. He waves goodbye to me before running out of the house. I feel kind of sad because he hasn't said goodbye to me properly. He must've forgotten about the kiss. I sigh and turn around to walk inside the kitchen.

"Hey, Nigella?" Harry's voice booms through the flat making me turn around. He approaches me with a smirk on his face. He cleans his hands on his trousers to get rid of any crumbs from the toast he ate. He loops his hands around my waist.

"Do I get a goodbye?" He whispers, hotly in my ears. Chills run down my spine. I grab him by his collar and kiss him hard. Our kiss lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away. "When are you going to come back from work?"

"Before dinner" I say.

"I'll pick you up, text me the address. Bye, love" He pecks my lips one last time before rushing out of the door.

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"Why do you look so happy?" Janelle, my co-worker asks.

"Do I?" I grin and wink at her. She gives me a look and follows me as I walk down the long hallway of our office.

"Who's the lucky boy?" She teases.

"Janelle, shut up" I laugh and walk inside Mr. Gertrude's office. He doesn't notice me opening the door to his office until his icy blue eyes meet mine.

"Ah, Nigella. Come in, dear" He says, warmly. "So any new information?"

"Yes sir, I found some interesting things about Gavin McDaniel" I confirm. I take a seat and open my files to inform Mr. Gertrude about the things I discovered. "Sir, let's go through the things we already know about Gavin. He's 37 years old, he's from Bristol, he has two daughters, he has been convicted of child molestation when he was 29. Now the new information, he has thought to be guilty of 27 murders so far. He suffers from extreme mental illness. He suffers from schizophrenia, bipolar disorder and anxiety disorder"

"Wow. So, what now?"

"We couldn't find his exact location, we don't know where he is. We're still trying our best" I say.

"Do whatever you can do to find him. I'm counting on you, Nigella. Don't let me down, Ms. Criminologist"

"I won't, sir"