So Long, Good Girl *HarryFanFic*

Annabelle was one of those so called 'good-girls'. Not much of a girl for trouble. She was their prime target; plus her little friend Rachel. These bad boys were going to turn their world upside down. They would live a little on the edge. They would inspire each other. These lads would go to America with their gang members for more 'business' up north. Gang business. Would they want the money at the end? The dream they will soon desire? Or will love take part of this game?
INFO- the boys werent yet famous and they become famous differently.


10. Almost A Moment




I didn't realize that was her first.. I step away from Zayn and take a stroll through the hallways for some air. She's going to remember that forever.. She's going to remember me forever. I should of just given her the discount, damn. And I've known her for two days, I sound psychotic.



"Annabelle?" I approach a girl kicking lockers. It looked like her and I was right, it was.



"Hey," she was too focused on shoving her foot into the lockers, causing multiple dents. She even punched one, ouch.



"Woah woah, chill. Why are you abusing the lockers?" I ask her as she wipes the sweat off her forehead.



"Everything is so stressful. Little did I know, that I would be fucking a drug dealer in exchange for a discount." Annabelle punches a top locker once again and I stop her fist.



"I'm sorry, Annabelle. You don't have to. I thought everything over and I realized how messed up it is.. I'm really sorry. I never apologize to just anyone." Her eyes seemed a frustrated still.



"Thank you, Harry. Are you sure?" She was so uncertain, but I'm sure.



"You're welcome, princess. I'm very sure." Annabelle and I laughed and she playfully hit my shoulder, right where Zayn did. I glance deep into her eyes.



"What?" As confused as she was, she was smart. She lifted my sleeve to reveal a big, purple bruise. 



"Whoever hit you, hit you hard. It wasn't me!" She joked and I shrugged.



"It didn't hurt. But Zayn is strong, but I'm stronger." Annabelle pokes it.



"Why did he punch you, anyway?" 



"He still thinks I'm the same old guy I was in England and in the summer, but I'm not. I told him about us and he thinks I'm a jerk..." Her blue eyes went big.



"You're far from- and what did he say?" I guess her curiosity got the best of her, because I thought we were having a moment where she tells me she does feel the same. But I know she can't damage her reputation or leave her friends.



"He won't tell, but he sure as hell knocked the sense into me." 

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