Black and White

31.0// Hungry //

We took a flight to Paris by commercial airline.

"It's too obvious if we go by jet."

Straight to landing because I'm a lazy shit

"Tom where are we going?" I ask as we get into the car.

"Don't worry you'll like it."

We drove around the city for a while.

"Tom."

"Yes."

"You took a wrong turn didn't you?"

"Fuck."

After a lot of driving and C O N F U S I O N we finally reached the door outskirts of Paris and into a pleasant suburban. We pulled up to a house.

"Oh I love this house."

"I knew you'd like it. Come on."

We took our bags and walked inside. Tom instantly went to the kitchen. I followed.

"We'll be safe here." He said. He opened a cupboard, and it was stocked with all sorts of weaponry.

"I can't buy weapons in Paris. I'm in hot water in some of the companies. Don't know why their pissed I only stole one batch of guns."

"Okay I'm going to go and unpack, we can do some more investigating when I'm done."

"Okay love." He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and went into the living room.

2 hours later 

I finally finished unpacking and I started to feel hungry. I went downstairs to find Tom doing paperwork.

"Tommy."

"Hm." He didn't look up, he was very involved with the paperwork.

"I'm hungry."

"Okay." Still very absorbed.

"Hello? Can you take a break? I'm hungry can we go out and get some food."

"Well you can clearly see that I'm busy."

"I know. So take a break, eat, and then continue. It's not that hard.

"Oh my god, what do I have to do to get a little space around here? Could you stop being a clingy twat for just one second? You know how to use a fucking gun and you can do self defence. So piss of and get your fucking food." He shouted.

I stood there shocked. Normally I'm the one lashing out at Tom but shit have the tables turned.

"Fine. I'll get my own food."

He must of processed what he actually said. "No, No Y/N please I didn't mean it like that-"

"I know what you meant. I'll see you round dickhead."

I grabbed the car keys and a gun. I walked out the front door and got myself into the car and started driving. That was when I realised I didn't even know where I was fuckin going

"Ahhh fuck it." I muttered.

I drove around and around until I found a small, quiet patisserie. I got out of the car and went into the shop, admiring it's peacefulness. I took out my wallet. 20 euros. That should be enough to buy a coffee and a pain au chocolat. I went up to the counter and waited for some service. I took time to look around my surroundings. It felt a bit suspicious that there were only two people in the shop. I brushed it off-we were in a really quiet area after all. Finally I had service.

"bonjour, puis-je prendre votre commande?" She asked me.

"bonjour je peux avoir un latte caramel moyen avec un pain au chocolat" I said my order and she nodded and left. She came back with my food and waited for my money.

"Your French is very good." She said.

"Oh thank you." I said a little flustered. I handed her the money.

"Where did you learn?" She asked while waiting for my receipt to print.

I didn't answer. 

"Did your father teach you? Robert was good at french." I dropped my pain au chocolat. How the fuck did she know about my dad? I picked up my pastry and decided to leave. Okay, okay let's leave now.

I turn around to leave when the two men that were previously sat down blocked my way.

"Excusez-moi." I said in a hard voice. They still wouldn't budge. They weren't ordinary people. They were were hitmen.

"Fuck it." I take my gun out and shot one of them dead but then I felt a pain in my shoulder. Back started to outline my eye sight.

"That's it......tell the boss she's been eliminated."

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I woke up in a white room. I looked down and saw myself in white clothing. I turned to see a tired looking Tom sitting next to me and wires connecting to my wrists and pooling the floor. 

"How are you doing?

"I'm alive." 

He gave me a look. 

"Too soon?" 

"Yes." He walked over to the table and passed me some water. 

"Drink this. It will help with speaking."

I gratefully took it and took small sips.

"So." 

"So." 

"Y/N I'm so sorry for lashing out at you. I was just stressed and I was worried for what was going to happen in the future." 

"I figured. Don't worry Tom, it's in the past now. We just need to focus now."

"I can't Y/N. I could've lost you if I wasn't there."

"Wait what? You followed me."

"Well duh. It was quite funny as well you literally went in a circle the whole time. I parked by adr near yours and in a place where I could see the shop clearly. Then I saw them shoot you so I killed them and took you hospital." 

"Well I guess I can't be mad at you. But you shouldn't have killed them. We could've held them hostage until they told us who they were working for."

"Oops. Oh well."

"So what do we do now?"

"Well the doctor said you can leave whenever so we go to the house and I take you for dinner at the Eiffel Tower." He said that so casually it made me laugh. 

"Really? I thought we were trying to stay low."

"We are. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. Now let's go. I've filled out the paperwork, we just need to pick up your dress."

"Dinner at the Eiffel Tower. What a perfect place to die." 

"Hey hey hey." He held my hand. "No ones going to die. Not you. Not me." He kissed my head. I sure hope he was right.

lol guys I used google translate for that (for the French, I can assure you I can speak English, no matter what my mates say) the next one will not involve any killing, just to reassure ya. It will be quite sweet. Keep on reading and look out for updates.