Hideaway [h.s]

106

Harry Styles

Flashback

My black boots tap against the tiled floor of the fancy looking kitchen. The walls were the perfect shade of white and the counter tops looked the shiniest they could be. All the stainless steel appliances match each other, almost like they came in a set.

I fucking hate these perfect homes.

My two fingers drag across the glass counter top, feeling how smooth it is. When I was a kid, my kitchen countertop was full of broken glass and cigarette butts. But this, this was a perfectly clean counter top.

I notice the fruit bowl sitting on the table, brightening the room up with all the colours. I walk over and pick up an apple, holding the perfectly red fruit in my hand before biting it.

I walk back towards the living room where I came from originally. I hold the bitten apple in my one hand while I hold my gun in the other. I get to the living room to see the same couple still terrified on there knees, tears streaming down their perfect faces while two of my men hold them at gunpoint. The woman is crying like a manic and the man looks like he's gonna shit himself.

"Fucking hell have you not killed them yet?" I look at the guys in leather jackets in disbelief while biting into the apple again.

"P-please, w-what do you want from us? Money? T-take what ever you want." The man on his knees stutters in tears, wearing a white button up shirt and a ugly brown tie with matching dress pants.

I chuckle at his pathetic pleads while spinning the gun on my finger by the trigger ring.

"I don't want your money dipshit." I scuffle while tossing the apple remains on the ground. My hand immediately dives in my leather jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighter.

The sounds of the wife's weeping and the husbands pleads is really pissing me the fuck off. I stick the cigarette in my mouth and light it with the flame while the husband keeps babbling shit I'm not even listening too.

"Please! We will do anything just don't hu-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I shout through the cigarette sitting between my lips, pointing the gun at his head. He flinches at my tone and the wife squeals some more at my action.

He dips his head down in fear, listening to my demand. I stomp over the man and kneel down to his level. He keeps his chin to his chest, to terrified to even look at me.

"We w-will d-do anything.. what do you want-t?" He stutters like an idiot.

I chuckle lightly while inhaling the cigarette smoke down my lungs, letting it sit between my lips. The middle age woman next to him keeps her head down as well, weeping like an imbecile.

"I want your lives." I mutter devilishly before firing the gun into the woman's head without hesitation.

Her crying comes to a halt and she crashes back to the ground with a bullet through her skull. The man in front of me screams in horror, looking at his dead wife laying next to him on the ground. He turns on his knees to face her, hunching over in tears. I stand back to my feet and shoot the man right in the back of the head so crashes to the ground also, right next to the deceased wife.

"This took a lot longer then it fucking needed to be." I roll my eyes and take the cigarette out of my mouth and dropping it to the hardwood floors.