Murder Mystery - H.S

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Juliet.

Walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body, I saw Harry sitting on the bed with his daughters sleeping next to him.

We had arrived home late in the night, worn out and drained, and it was around midnight. However, the girls woke up this morning eager to see Harry and me. They spent most of the morning together, and now he let them take a nap in his room because he missed them.

"Where are you going?" Harry questioned me while I rummaged through his, or rather, our, closet. My clothes have slowly made their way here. Harry is slowly giving my clothes space.

We all just seem to let things slide without bringing them up. Turning my head over my shoulder, I caught his stare as Harry placed the book down on his lap.

"I'm going to have lunch with a friend," I mumbled, feeling a little dizzy.

"What friend?" He then asks, getting out of bed and coming over to me while I dry my body and put on some underwear.

"My only friends," I shrugged my shoulders and uttered," Well, Gwen and Andrea. I tried to get Abby to go, but she had to do something with Louis." I sighed.

He nods, his eyes roving over my body. Mhm." Most likely something to do with the wedding."

My mouth begins to smile as my eyes slightly broaden. "You know?" Harry chuckles over my surprise nodding.

"I knew before Abby called me up when he got a ring, asking for advice." Grinning, I jeered.

"I don't take you as an advice kind of guy."

"Why not?" I shrugged and smiled as he raised an eyebrow in laughter.

"You seem to be so—" I stared up at Harry as I slid my legs into the pants while my wet hair was dripping down my back, making me feel uneasy all over. "So serious, I dunno."

He chuckles. "Well, I happen to offer excellent advice.  Thank you." He squeezed my side, and I jerked backwards.

"Are you doing anything today?" I asked when I slid a crew neck over my body; I wanted something to cover the marks Harry had left on me.

"No, I'm probably just going to spend the day with my daughters." He looks over his shoulder, meeting my eyes again.

"Take your gun and knife." rolling my eyes I sit down on the couch in his clothes, grabbing

"That's no fucking help, I have a scar to prove it."

"Juliet," he grabs my waist, turning me towards him. "I'm serious, okay, just at least make me feel better knowing you have something that'll keep you safe."

I was mesmerized by his beauty as I turned to look in his direction. Harry fixed his gaze on me with a mixture of interest and intrigue, his eyes twinkling like two emeralds.

He smiles, "I've seen you use a knife—not bad." My eyes drooped as I remembered seeing the stabbing victim's body spasm violently as Harry shot him. The walls, the floor, and even me were covered with splattering of blood. Seeing him lose his life. Remembering how brutally Harry killed him kept me awake most nights.

It was a never-ending cycle, but Harry didn't appear to notice or care. He wasn't sorry for it. Of course, he wouldn't; why would he? Harry would do anything to protect me. His body splitting open with each round is an image that I simply cannot get out of my head.

"Hey." I was startled out of my reverie by Harry's hands on my face, and I looked up into his eyes with confusion. Time seemed to stand still as I stared into his beautiful green eyes, and I couldn't help but be taken in by the magnetic pull of her presence. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets hid behind those captivating eyes, which appeared to carry a thousand untold tales.