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Harry
I looked at the terrified young boy in front of me, stealing a glance at my partner-in-crime; Louis, who slowly put the cigarette between his teeth, with a mischievous smirk plastered across his features.
“ What did you say your name was, again?” I questioned.
“ George, s-sir.” He stuttered, his blonde hair covering his forehead, his brown eyes failing to meet my unfazed gaze. I rested back in my chair, putting one leg over the other, finding pleasure in intimidating this poor kid.
“ Why are you here, Greg?” I asked, intentionally mistaking his name.
“ It’s George, sir. And to take, Hazel, out.” He whispered, his tone trembling with anxiety, horror even, I liked to believe.
“ Ah, I wouldn’t correct him if I were you.” Louis rose from his seat, approaching the fearful boy.
“ He hates when someone points out his flaws, even if it is something as simple as his forgetfulness.” Louis was now barely an inch away from Gordan, or Gary, or whatever. His mouth whispered those dreadful words into his ears, Louis’ smirk only widening at the slight whimper escaping the boy’s lips. I had to bite down on my lip, to stop from releasing the amused laughter that was rocking through me.
“ Last time someone dared to correct him, I could barely keep this away from him.” And Louis took his gun out, sliding it against the boys’ arm. The boy jerked away from the foreign touch, almost running out of the living room, until Gypsy came walking down the stairs, that knowing smile on her perfectly painted lips, Hazel closely following. I whistled for Louis, who quickly pulled away, giving Josh a pat on the back, before walking towards me. Gypsy eyed that kid skeptically, her eyes widening, before narrowing again, turning towards Louis and I with a disapproving head shake.
“ What?” We both asked, simultaneously, receiving a scoff from Hazel, who moved her hands in front of her date’s wide eyes in an attempt to capture his attention.
“ I was just looking out for her, telling him to treat her well and all that shit.” I objected, the accuse in Gypsy’s green eyes enough to pull the confession right out of me.
“ I think he has a nervous shock.” Hazel said, her eyes never leaving the kid’s pale face. And that was when Louis and I burst out laughing, running away from the two girls’ judgmental gazes, shooting invisible daggers at us.
“ Goodbye, babe.” I said through my consistent laughter, planting a quick peck onto Gypsy’s cheeks, but not before catching her efforts to prevent that smile from showing.
“ Have fun on your date, kiddo.” I followed, ruffling Hazel’s loose brown hair, to receive a few whispered, curse words in return, followed by a nonchalant wave goodbye.
“ Don’t be late, Harry.” I heard Gypsy’s warning, as I exited our front door. Louis’ hand was brought to fist pump mine, before he pulled me into a side hug, his laughter never once subsiding.
“ That was wicked. Have you seen the kid’s expression? Wanna bet that he wet his pants?” Louis said, putting his hands into his pockets, virtually taking money out. I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, getting into the car, knowing that Louis would follow.
“ A man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do.” I said, putting the car on drive and departing our driveway.
I had been married to Gypsy for over a year now, her sister; Hazel lived with us, since their parents had passed away when they were little. They had no one, and neither did I, when I first met Gypsy at the hospital. She was a nurse, and I had a bullet wound in my leg, which she healed, but not without lecturing me about how that was why she thought weapons should be banned all together, as they did more harm than good. Which brought us back to why I ended up with a bullet wound. I am a crises negotiator, Louis being my partner. We had been best mates and inseparable since high school. He moved between girlfriends, but never getting too serious with one, being the indecisive, wanting it all, prick that he was, but I loved him, and he was a brother to me and to Gypsy, more of an annoying uncle to Hazel. Gypsy hated my job with a passion, even though, she always took the chance to proudly talk about all the good we do for the society. Sometimes, I hated it as well. It kept me away from her, always putting my life on the line, and every time I saw those horrified tears behind her eyes, or heard her trembling voice through the phone, I wished I had never done it at all.
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Hijacked // h.s. au
Fanfiction“ Th- this is Gypsy Styles, we are threatened by men with guns, and so far, we are all okay, but please just- please, help us.” And the line went dead.
