DIRTY BULLETS

chapter eight

HIS JAW WAS set tight as he unconsciously gritted and grinded his teeth together. His eyebrows frowned harshly as his eyes narrowed on the web-like gaps shattered on the front windscreen of the van while he leant forward on his seat. His elbows were resting on his knees while his hands were clenched onto one another in front of him. It didn't take a genius to notice the liability and hassle that had taken hostage of his mind. Will almost grimaced at how the strain practically radiated from him.

"Careful, Harry. You wouldn't want to injure yourself from thinking too hard." He mocked, snickering at how serious the brunette's expression was.

Tearing his gaze from the ground, Harry glared at Will who sat just opposite to him in the back of the van they were in.

"Fuck off." He mumbled, not finding the taunting amusing. He was in no mood for Will's shitty slander.

Sitting up right until his back leaned against the side of the van, he kept his harsh gaze on the blonde, hoping that if he stared long enough a hole would burn into his damn skull.

"I'm just saying, with a brain as small as yours, thinking too much might do more harm than good." Will continued, clearly not getting the unsubtle hint to stop. A large grin was spread across his face as he waited for the fight back that he would usually get from Harry. It was something Will enjoyed doing occasionally to him, all of it in good fun, but taking the piss out of him was always amusing, especially when he got so annoyed at what he said. The one-sided taunting was often cut short when the barrel of Harry's gun was pointed towards Will's crotch, but the blonde knew he wouldn't really shoot him. At least he hoped it wouldn't. He'd never crossed the line to the point where he'd find out and honestly he'd rather keep it that way.

"Shut the fuck up." Harry snapped, but instead of the usual glisten of annoyance and frustration in his words, his tone was deadpan serious, something which caught Will off guard. He knew when that tone of voice was used, he really shouldn't continue. "Can you for once just stop being such a fucking asshole and leave me alone."

"Jesus, what shit in your cornflakes this morning?" Will scoffed, lifting his hands in surrender at the sheer ire that had been directed to him.

"Fuck. off."

Will was silent for a moment, staring at Harry who now had his eyes closed to rest them, but then he let out a frustrated noise before speaking up again.

"No, I wanna know what's up with you, man. You've been in this shitty mood for days now."

"Oh please forgive me." Harry spat sarcastically, his eyes flying open again to give a hard look at Will. "I don't know if you've fucking noticed but I have a lot of shit to deal with right now and worrying about hurting your feelings is the last thing I give a fuck about."

"Sheesh don't I know it." Will scoffed back, rolling his eyes at him. "I'm knee deep in this fucking shit too, and all thanks to you so don't go lecturing me about it."

"How many fucking times have I told you not to talk to me like that?" Harry growled back, his voice growing deeper with every word that left his mouth. When Will didn't reply, he scoffed back a laugh. "Jesus, you've really been spending too much time with that girl."

"Yeah, and why's that again?" Will spat. "Oh right, because you fucking ordered me to."

"You're right – maybe I should get someone else to watch her." Harry suggested, his words toneless as he leaned forward again and stared, waiting for a response from Will. But when all he got was a hard glare and a thick silence, he spoke up again. "Maybe I'll get Zeke to

watch her." He tilted his head to the left, pointing to where the greasy guy sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle, a joint held between his fingers.