double-updated as promise to some. I love how y'all were just like oh shit something bad's gonna happen 😂 oh well you'll see what really happens 🙃

HELLA long chapter and pls read the A/N at the end :))))

Movie 🎥 Road to Perdition (2002)

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~T

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H A R R Y 🔫

   "Scarlett?" I called out as soon as I entered the apartment, setting my backpack down along with my sniper.

  The scent of red velvet cake and burning candles wafted through the air as I made my way to the dinning room, the place where the smell supposedly came from. The apartment was dark and quiet, the seemingly emptiness of it causing me to be on-guard. Where was she? She was probably with Louis and Dexter. Best Bunnies. I scowled to myself. What a bunch of pathetic losers. But I had to admit; they were always good to Scarlett, which I appreciated immensely.

  Once I entered the dinning room, I was immediately greeted with a strange sight. Balloons, with baby blue birthday decorations. What the fuck? Whoever set this up knew it was my birthday. A grimace appeared on my face at the sight of the banner that was hung up. Happy 5th Birthday. My feet moved, my eyes cautiously looking around, studying the things that were laid out on the table. There were a couple of gift bags, along with a huge red velvet cake, covered with buttercream frosting. My favorite flavor. Scarlett must've done this. But where was she?

  My body bent as I studied the cake carefully, a grin growing uncontrollably on my lips at the sight of the horribly drawn icing frog. My body tensed when I heard a murmur, my head snapping upwards sharply, eyes narrowing. Someone was here. My hand immediately went for the gun that was tucked in behind my back, into the waistband of my jeans. I pulled it out and held it up, spinning around to face the door. My ears listened carefully and cautiously, trying to detect any sorts of faint noises to give away the intruder's positioning.

  Another murmur filled my ears. I spun back around again, this time facing the cake and balloons. I slowed down my breathing, trying to listen in attentively. I could hear the person's breathing. It was coming from under the table. A frown grew on my face, before straightening out as I lowered my body slowly, my gun held out in front of me. My knees snapped sharply, my body lowered to the floor as I allowed my gun to load right then. But the person under the table made me drop my gun all of a sudden. It was Scarlett.

  She was asleep under the fucking table. What the hell was she doing under there? My gaze focused on her for a minute, noticing how adorable she looked, all curled up on the carpeted floor. A sigh escaped my lips as I moved the chairs slightly before getting onto my knees and crawling under the table. My hand reached out to gently grasp her shoulder giving her a little shake, with a murmur of her name.

   "Scar, wake up," I gently whispered, ducking down close enough to leave a lingering kiss on her forehead.

  Her eyes fluttered under her eyelids at the action, scrunching up before gradually opening, her gaze focusing on me. They flew shut again when she let out a small yawn, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as her cute little nose scrunched up.

   "Harry?" she murmured sleepily, her eyes still half-open. "Oh shit. Surprise!" she exclaimed wearily, a tiny grin growing on her lips before she let out another yawn. My heart fluttered at her words, finally realizing that she was actually hiding under the table waiting for me to get back so she could surprise me.

   "Happy birthday Harry," her sweet voice brought my out of her thoughts, pushing herself off the floor a little, just enough for her to be face to face with me.

  Her lips met mine in a slow sweet kiss, molding over mine gently as I felt the heat of them warm up my own lips. I cupped her cheek, caressing it as she gave my lips sweet and soft pecks before finally pulling away with a gentle smile.

   "I love you," she whispered, watching my eyes lighten up at those three meaningful words.

   "I love you, baby," I responded instantly, tugging her face back in for another more firm kiss. "Thank you, but you didn't have to do this," I mumbled against her lips, referring to the cake and presents.

   "Don't be silly, it's your birthday," she told me, her words warming up my heart.

   "Nobody cared this much about my birthday," I couldn't help but mutter shyly.

   "Well technically you never let anybody care about celebrating your birthday," she retorted playfully, kissing the tip of my nose. We climbed out from under the table. I pulled her into a warm hug once we were back on our feet.

   "Thank you, Scarlett," I told her sincerely, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck as I squeezed her torso gently.

   "Of course Harry," she replied with a content sigh, almost as if she was happy to be back in my arms, as I was in hers. "Dexter and Louis helped," she added.

   "Really?" I arched my eyebrows in surprise.

   "Yeah! You should thank them too," she smiled, rubbing her nose against mine, an action I loved. I contemplated over the idea before remembering the way I acted earlier.

   "I'm sorry for acting like a dick earlier," I muttered lowly, giving her an apologetic look once I pulled back. She simply smiled and kissed my jaw, shrugging it off.

   "It's okay."

   "No it's not," I retorted firmly, a crease growing between my brows. "I was being whiny and rude about your friends, and that's not right. They make you happy and I should appreciate that," I told her, trying to ignore how she was taken back by my words.

   "Aw, Harry it's honestly okay. I forgive you. But I do find it sweet that you care about my happiness a lot," she giggled softly, her sweet laughter resonating through my ears.

   "I care immensely about your happiness, baby," I told her sincerely, resting my forehead against hers, noses rubbing together.

   "And I care about yours too," she said evenly, her thumbs stroking the apples of my cheeks as she cradled my face.

   "You know I'm only happy when I'm with you right?" I asked her seriously, watching her lips part in slight surprise. I had the tendency to say things like that, rendering her speechless "You're my only source of happiness Scarlett."

   "Harry that's just-"

   "Me exaggerating, yes I know but it's true-" I continued to ramble before I felt her warm soft lips press against mine to shut me up. "Mmh," I hummed, hands immediately gripping her waist.

   "You okay Hypno?" she chuckled, pulling away a little. "You sound over-ecstatic."

   "I'm just really happy right now," I told her honestly with a bright toothy grin, triggering her own beautiful one.

   "I'm glad you are baby," she mumbled, kissing my nose affectionately before tugging away from my completely, wrapping her fingers around my wrist. "Let's cut the cake now!"

  I allowed her to pull a chair back for me, shooting me a soft smile as I sat down in front of the large cake. She handed me a knife with a maroon colored ribbon tied around it, before she started singing. I watched her with a happy smile playing on my lips, the sound of her sweet voice reverberating across the room as she sang happily and excitedly. Once the song ended, I blew out the candles, feeling very special and child-like when she grabbed my face and lay kisses everywhere, muttering 'I love you' after every kiss.

  After we had a couple of pieces of cake, I decided to open the presents after taking a shower, right before heading to bed. I was still quite exhausted from my mission; my shoulders were aching terribly and were badly in need of a massage, which Scarlett volunteered to give. So, once I was done with my shower, Scarlett massaged my back shoulders, running her hot palms over the smooth skin of my back continuously before digging the heels of them into the knots.

  She was quite amazing with her massaging. She smacked me when I suggested that she should be a masseuse once she retires from The Organization. She acted somewhat strange when I mentioned 'retiring from The Organization'. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't press on the matter, simply feeling like it was a tense subject that would need discussing later, not now.

   "Jesus Christ Scarlett," I sucked in a breath when I tore the wrapping paper off a huge box, revealing the side of it. It was a vinyl player. "These things are fucking expensive," I hissed, gazing at her, where she was lying on the bed.

   "So?" she arched a brow with a smirk, playing with the bottom of my dark t-shirt that she had on.

  Underneath the t-shirt, she was wearing a grey Calvin Klein cotton bra and panties. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked at that moment. The light from the bedside lamp illuminated her soft features, shadows dancing across her face, highlighting her jaw and cheekbones. Her silky olive skin was glowing under the light, looking as if it was begging for my touch, for me to run my calloused palms over it.

  It was inevitable and certain that once you looked at her, you just couldn't look away. The way her long lashes framed her chestnut eyes when she focused her gaze on me and the way her pink lips would curl into a shy innocent grin every time I caught her staring, had me entranced all the time.

   "Stop staring at me," her words came out in a soft laugh, pushing herself off the bed, and crawling over to where I was sat at the edge.

  She took the large box from my hands and set it aside, climbing onto my lap and swinging her legs onto the other side. My hand landed on her thigh as she cupped my cheek with one soft hand, her gorgeous eyes gazing into mine adoringly. Our lips met in a sensual kiss, my tongue dragging lazily across her bottom lip before slipping into her mouth, where my tongue touched hers.

  Her finger twirled one single curl of mine around and around, tugging on it when her teeth sunk into my bottom lip. I squeezed her thigh when she pulled her lips away, clamping her teeth down on my lip ring and giving it a gentle tug, causing me to groan a little.

   "Scar," I whispered against her lips heavily. She moved to straddle my lap all of a sudden, her face right in front of mine now, gazing straight into my eyes.

  Without any words, she reached behind me for the large bag with vinyls before shoving her hand into it and pulling out a fairly small box. She didn't allow me to see what was in her hands, instructing me to keep my eyes shut as she 'put' it on me. I felt the cool metal of the necklace touch my skin, her arms going around my neck to secure it before her hands slid down my shoulders.

   "Okay," she said softly, making my eyes flutter open.

  I immediately looked down, my lips parting at the simple cross necklace that was sitting between the swallows of my chest. My eyes flickered back up to hers again, a genuine grin growing on my lips as I picked it up with my thumb and finger to hold it up in front of me.

   "I love it," I told her honestly with a grin bearing my teeth.

   "Yeah?" she smiled back, happy that I liked the gift.

   "Yes, I really do. Thank you so much, baby," I whispered, laying the thin cross back down on my skin before grabbing the nape of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss.

  This kiss was more passionate, filled with fervor and love for one another. My fingers dug into the nape of her neck before tangling into her dark locks, tugging on the strands a little as I parted her lips with my tongue, sliding it through. A soft moan rumbled through her chest when my other hand cupped her round arse, rolling the flesh in my palm. My thumb continuously stroked the hinge of her jaw as I kissed her lips slowly and sensually.

  We pulled away for a breath of air, our eyes both wide and alert. Her palms slid down my bare chest as she dropped her forehead to mine, her nose rubbed cutely against mine, causing her to giggle all of a sudden. The laughter made me smile, my head tilting upwards slightly to kiss the tip of her nose with my lips.

   "I love you," I said for the millionth time, feeling like I wanted to scream it out to the world. It amount of times I had said it couldn't seriously justify the amount of love I actually had for her. The amount of 'I love you's that would prove how much I loved her was infinity.

   "I love you," she whispered back, meaning every single word. My heartstrings tugged at the sound of those beautiful words, a dimpled grin curling onto my lips.

   "C'mon, let's open the other presents," she told me, climbing off my lap and sitting beside me.

  We decided to try out the vinyl player; I set it up on the bed for now, reaching for the bag of vinyls. She got me vinyls of my favorite artists, Kendrick Lamar, Childish Gambino, Drake and A$AP Rocky. But the last one was something I hadn't listened to at all. I pulled it out of the bag with curious eyes, my brows furrowed when I studied the black and white cover.

   "That's that band I was telling you about," Scarlett spoke from next to me, biting her lip in worry thinking I didn't like it. "Arctic Monkeys."

   "Oh yeah," I murmured, recalling the time she gushed about them being her all-time favorite band. "Let's listen to them," I smiled, tearing away at the plastic already. My ears perked up as I heard the heavy bass of the first song, immediately liking the indie rock tune.

   "This song is called Do I Wanna Know," she told me, before her lips began moving in sync with the song silently.

  We spent the rest of the night lying in bed, talking about sweet nothings while AM played out loud. Most of our conversations resulted in heavy making out, our half-naked bodies pressing tightly together with our lips joined and hands roaming around sneakily. It was almost like this album was just perfect for a night of casual conversations with continuous hot make out sessions.

  Goosebumps rose to her skin as I dragged my calloused fingers over it. My palms slid down the expanse of her warm back, running over her glorious arse, cupping it fully. A moan left her once I squeezed the plump flesh, her teeth digging into my bottom lip when I delivered a sharp slap to it. I fucking loved her arse. Suddenly, her detached her lips from mine, raising her head up with furrowed brows, as if she was trying to figure out what song was currently playing.

   "This is my favorite song of theirs," she murmured, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. "It's called I Wanna Be Yours."

  I listened in close to the lyrics, understanding then and interpreting them as a person wanting to be more than just a fuck buddy to another. I was pulled away from my thoughts when Scarlett climbed off of my body all of a sudden. She had a small smile playing on her lips, the shy one that I loved oh so much. Her lips parted to speak softly, gently uttering words.

   "Dance with me."

  A smirk tugged at my lips, nevertheless agreeing. I pushed myself off the bed, getting to my feet and allowing her to take ahold of my hand and tug me along to the center of the bedroom. She gently grabbed both of my hands, setting them low on her hips before she roped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer. My forehead touched hers as I leaned close, both of our eyes fluttering close as we swayed in time to the music.

  The moment was truly magical; it felt like we were the only two people in the whole wide world and nothing else mattered right then. Her skin was warm against mine as I held her closer to me, my cheek against her, chin resting into the dip of her shoulder. My arms wounded tighter around her midriff, fingers brushing her lower back. I felt her place a gentle kiss on my shoulder, the affectionate gesture warming my heart and body.

   "I've always wanted to slow dance to this song with the person I love the most in this world," she spoke up softly. "Somewhat like a dream. Now it has come true," she pulled her head away from my shoulder to gaze at me with a soft smile.

  I grinned at her words, feeling utterly grateful to be loved by this woman in my arms. It was incredibly hard to describe how happy I was that Scarlett actually loved me back. After all the harsh and disrespectful things I did to her, I found myself believing she'd never actually be into me other than in a sexual way. I remembered how at first I was really attracted to her physically, until I saw her crying. I think that was when I first felt another emotion other than angry or lust.

  I felt guilty that I couldn't take back all the hurtful things I had said to her. All the beatings she had received from me. All the distress and confusion I had caused her to feel. I was determined to make it up to her from the moment I gave myself to her. I knew that whatever I did couldn't seriously make up for all the mistakes I had created, but at least it showed her how much I regretted them and how guilty I felt because of them.

  We were both silent as all these thoughts floated around in my head. The song gradually came to an end, but we still stood in each other's arms for a minute or so, buried deep in our own thoughts.

   "Harry?" Scarlett spoke up, soft with a bit of hesitance.

   "Yes baby," I responded.

   "I don't want to live like this," she mumbled, her words instantly causing me to frown.

   "What do you mean?" I pulled my head back to meet her gaze. Her eyes were filled with sadness and dread, which confused me greatly.

   "Once I actually kill someone, I'll be living in guilt for the rest of my life. Being with The Organization won't make it any better. We'll always be living in constant paranoia all the time, Harry, thinking someone is always out to murder us. I don't know; I just don't want to do this anymore. I want out," she whispered the last part, her large brown eyes tearing up a little.

   "Hey, don't cry baby," I cooed gently, my hands coming up to cup her face gently. "I get what you're saying, but where is this all coming from?"

    "I think about this every time you go on a mission. I keep having this constant paranoia, where you don't make it out alive: where I lose you," she whimpered all of a sudden, totally over-come with emotion.

   "That won't happen-"

   "How do you know that?" she demanded all of a sudden, her voice turning firm. Her tone surprised me, causing me to have a revelation. She was right. "Exactly," she huffed.

   "Put yourself in my shoes. What if Vlad assigned me a dangerous mission, where I had to do it on my own without yours or anyone's help? How would you feel? How would you feel when you have to wait for hours and hours, hoping and praying to God that I will be all right? Not even alright, just alive?" her tone became heavy with emotion, tears rolling down her cheeks as she spoke, her words hitting my heart with a hammer.

   "It'd be like hell," I uttered lowly, finally realizing what she was saying.

  I finally understood why she was a bit uneasy when I talked about retiring from The Organization. She wanted us to have a future, without any killing and running and paranoia, what she had she just said made me realize how badly I wanted it too. It also made me realize how tired I was of living this lifestyle.

  I never enjoyed it; I just didn't mind it. It gave me money and a place to stay; that was it. I didn't have any goals in life, no purpose at all. But now I just realized how much I wanted to get out of this shithole. Scarlett had breathed life into me and I found myself begging for more. I needed to live, but not like this.

   "Listen to me," I spoke up all of a sudden, after finally gathering up my thoughts and coming to a conclusion. "Once we're done with this mission, we're gonna get the fuck out of here. I promise you baby, we'll get out. We'll live in a big house, and I'll get you a Bilbo Baggins Junior. We'll get married and live happily ever after. I'd do it all for you, my love."

  By the end of my really shitty speech Scarlett was sobbing tears of joy, causing me to frown in slight worry, misinterpreting them for tears of sadness. But she assured me multiple times that this was exactly what she wanted: to have a future with me. I couldn't even begin to comprehend it. We would have a normal future, like any other couple in the world. It'd be strange and foreign at first, but we'd get used to it. Or I would, as Scarlett had already been living a normal life until her father passed away. I couldn't help but be excited about it; it was like a completely new journey. One with Scarlett.

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-I wrote this chapter on Harry's birthday btw, and I fucking love it even though it made me realize I'm such a lonely potato. The ending kinda sucked but whatever.

-some people have been asking about when does all the action and stuff with God's Eye starts again because all the latest chapters have been more chill and smutty.

If you're uncomfortable with smut, there are always warnings at the start of the chapters so you can skip the scenes.

Trust me, you guys should enjoy these chapters because this is literally the calm before the storm. Shit is gonna go down soon enough 😉😉😉😉

Until we meet again...

~T