ROBBERS
Harry's and my fingers lace together as we climb out of the van, leaving our friends behind. I hold his hands tightly, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. This strange mixture makes me feel kind of sick but the adrenalin that is pumping through my veins keeps me awake and excited.
Hand in hand we walk up to the deserted gas station. There are no cars parking in front of it and no costumers seem to be inside of it. Harry pulls the black bandana, which was around his neck at first, up to cover his mouth and nose.
He pushes his messy curls out of his face and straightens his shirt where every button is undone. It just hangs off his shoulders, showing his all of the skin and tattoos on his arm and stomach.
We stop like twenty feet away from the shop and Harry turns to me, giving me one last kiss. The kiss is not lovely or sweet or starting the fireworks in my stomach. It is just a peck and his bandana prevents me from feeling the softness of his lips.
"I love you, baby." Harry mumbles through the fabric covering his mouth.
"I love you, too." I respond and then we run.
Laughter is coming from our lips as Harry pulls out the gun and we barge into the gas station. Everything happens too quick. The adrenaline takes over me completely, pushing every ounce of nervousness out of my head.
Harry pulls up the gun and points at the innocent man behind the tiny counter.
"Give us the money!" Harry yells and I walk around the counter to see that he does not pull any tricks and just opens the cash register. He reaches out for it but seconds later, before I can catch up with his sudden movements, he has a gun in his hand as well, pointing at me.
My head snaps back to Harry. It is overwhelming how sudden your feelings can change. Not long ago I was excited to rob this little gas station, thinking that we would not even need the gun. But now there is only fear filling my veins. I can hear my heart thumping in my chest.
Harry looks torn. He gazes back and forth between the money, the owner and me. I hold my arms up, feeling silent and hot tears on my cheek.
Then Harry shoots the owner.
And the owner moves his arm to shoot Harry.
Unlike Harry the owner falls to the ground. I quickly walk around the counter again, sobbing loudly as I see the blood coming out Harry's chest from where the bullet entered his flesh.
Harry lets out a loud shot but moves out of my way and takes the money out of the cash register, flipping the owner of.
"Fucker." He hisses and then almost collapses but I catch him. Together we walk out of the gas station. Harry desperately clings onto my body and tries to walk but he stumbles and groans as he presses a flat hand against his chest, the money in his other hand.
Our friends open the door to the van and we quickly heave him inside. Harry lies down, shouting and groaning in pain. We start driving and my tears are falling onto his chest as he moves around, his hand still pressed against the wound.
"Harry, hey, listen, don't die don't die don't die," I tell him in tears, "I can't lose you. I can't...I just I need you. I love you, Harry!" I yell at him, afraid that he can't hear me.
Harry's shouts become quieter and eventually he breaks into a smile as two of our friends work on his wound. Hisses and curses leaving his lips every few seconds, though.
"I'm not gonna die, Y/N. I won't...I love you, too," He hisses in between taking deep breaths and I stroke through his curls as his head rests in my lap, "I'm not gon...promised, I will—"
And then there is nothing else audible in the room than me sobbing and nothing else present inside of me than my heart breaking as I see him lying there. Lifeless.
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the fluffy imagine row had to end (i'm sorry haha) and it's been ages since I wrote a sad imagine anyway
this is, as some of you might know, based on the song and music video Robbers by The 1975. I kinda changed the end tho
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