The Runner ➳ Narry (Book One)

Chapter Forty-Five

A/N: Hiiii I'm sorry I took so long to update!! This chapter is very eventful, and I tried to make it go as smoothly as possible lol. Let me know what you're thinkin :)

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(Louis' POV)

It was dark out, the lights of the unknown city were beginning to fade into the night as I looked back at it through the rear view mirror.

My jaw hurt from clenching it so hard, my eyes stung from the lack of sleep. The pistol jabbed into my side but I didn't care. This time, I'm going to make sure Jeff is actually dead. I'll make sure both of them are.

My cell phone started ringing from in my pocket. I peeled one clenched hand from the steering wheel and dug it out, not bothering to check the ID. I knew it was probably Harry or Niall asking where I was.

I put the phone on speaker, setting it down on the dash. "Hello?"

"Tommo," a deep, scratchy voice that I knew all too well came through.

"What the fuck do you want, John?" I sneered.

"Where are you headed, Louis?" John asked, coldness in his voice. "Because from the looks of it, you're going in the wrong direction."

"What are you talking about?" I questioned, scanning the mirrors.

"Are you trying to find us?" John asked, then let out a cold laugh.

"Quit fucking hiding, John. If you weren't such a pussy you'd come fight me yourself instead of needing your little cowardly backup."

"It's not you that I want to fight, Tommo. You're not my problem," John said.

"What the hell did Harry ever do?! It's not his fault you have cheap products with high prices," I yelled. "You're losing business because you're the worst dealer in London!"

"I used to be the star dealer," John sneered. "All until I took little troubled Styles in. Worthless piece of shit, that kid is."

"Shut the fuck up, John," I matched his sneering tone. "You're the one who said Harry was your star runner, you're the one who sent me off to Paris so he could be your only source."

"Why do you think I did that, Tommo? I thought he was going to end up getting killed if you weren't there to look after him," John said.

"If you want him dead so bad, how come you haven't been able to kill him?" I let out a laugh.

 "Quit protecting your little boyfriend, Lou. He's going to die anyways."

"Shut the fuck up, you bastard," I yelled into the receiver.

 "You're far out, Tomlinson. You won't be able to find us."

"Coward," I sneered. "Scared of a twenty-two year old?"

John scoffed. "I don't want to kill you, but if you come trying to start anything, believe me I will not hesitate to shoot you in the fucking head."

"Thought you said I won't be able to find you," I cocked my head, rolling my eyes even though he couldn't see me.

"Good luck trying, Tomlinson," John said.

Suddenly, I knew exactly where he would be. He knew that I would figure it out. He wanted me to find them, and that was exactly what I was going to do.

"You're right," I stated. "I won't be able to find you. You won, John. I give up," I said, before hanging up and lurching the car around, doing a donut in the middle of the street and taking off in the opposite direction.