Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 15

-Carrie's P.O.V-

We are now back in the car, driving to Jacob's place again so I could get to know everyone and Jacob can explain what happened.

"Carrie? Are you okay? You've been really quite," Harry asks, a frown placed on his face as he glances at me.

"Sorry, I'm just shaken up by what just happened a few minutes ago," I shrug, staring out the window.

"I should've told you to close your eyes," He sighs.

Yes, you should’ve but either way, it doesn’t change a thing about the innocent people you killed.

I sigh, "Harry, seeing blood and people dying was disturbing but that wasn't the thing that bothered me the most."

"Then... What bothered you the most?" He asks, sounding unsure if he wanted to hear the answer or not.

"Seeing you smile while killing innocent people.”

"Oh," He frowns.

"Yea, oh.”

"I-"

“You were enjoying it!”

“I know but-“

"You're a monster," I whisper.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry?

Sorry is all he could say?

It doesn't do anything.

Saying sorry can't make the ones he killed come back to life.

I don't say anything to his apology and I'm not planning to.

He shouldn't even be apologizing to me.

The people he should be apologizing to are the ones he killed but guess what?

He can't!

They're all dead!

“But I had no choice!” He continues, causing me to roll my eyes at him, “What? Should I let them chase Jacob until they shoot him dead?”

“I-I guess what happened there was reasonable but…” I stop, not knowing what I was going with this.

“But?”

“This also goes for the people you killed before.”

“Before doesn’t matter.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter? These are people’s lives! You literally ripped it away from their bodies for no reason!”

“There are reasons.”

“Give me an example then.”

“Well, this one time I-” He pauses, probably because he didn’t have an example and wanted to make one up.

“Stuck? How about let me give you an example. Remember when you choked that guy in the alley? Oh, you had such a big reason to do that didn’t you?” I say, putting an obviously fake grin on my face as I elbow his shoulder.

“I didn’t kill him though.”

“Well, you were planning to, weren’t you?”

He sighs, “I thought you forgot about me choking him.”

“Oh, why would you think that? Did you also want me to forget that that was the day when you kidnapped me?” I snap.

He shuts up, not wanting the conversation to be continued.