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.


15. Definitely

Annabelle's POV



I tried to avoid Harry all day because our kiss just makes everything awkward. School was finally over, and I hurried to my car. I see a note on the windshield. It's folded and it looks like it's been there for a while. Maybe three hours at the most, but I unfolded it. Some words were smeared, but I was still able to read it.




We know who you are, but you don't know us. That's what makes it scary for you. You're in a dangerous position and you are the source of what we want. If you're no use to us, look by your left back tire. 






I gulped. This was no mistake, my name is printed clearly on it. I shove the note in my pocket and search for whatever it is I'm supposed to find by my tire. I feel around under the car and snatch whatever it was. I bring it to my eyes, which are practically full of tears at this point. It was a bullet, but I'm not sure what gun it belongs to. I grip it in my hands and stand up.



"Annabelle?" Harry says behind me. I turn to him, trying to hold back my tears. He brings me into his muscular arms.



"H-Harry... I'm in trouble." I managed to choke out. His lips peck my head and he pulls away, his mint eyes staring into mine.



"Why?"  He asked. I dig in my pocket for the note and the bullet along with it. After each word he read, his eyes got wider.



"I don't know what they want!" I hit the side of my car, making a little dent.



"I do...." Harry's words trail off. Oh no.. This is what Zayn warned me about. How do these people know?



"Harry, I don't want you to leave me." I inch closer to him, a tear rolls down my eye.



"I wont. I have it under control. It's all going to be all right." I bury my face into his shoulder. There's a long pause.



"Harry, I like you. A lot." I whispered into his ear. It hasn't been a week and I feel something with him. It's strong, almost magnetic. I can't control myself anymore. He drives me insane.



"I was hoping you would say that." Before I know it, his lips are on mine. It was just a little kiss, but it pulled me together.



"Annabelle Winter, will you please be my girlfriend?" Harry smirks, making the mood brighter. I couldn't help but smile, even though I just found out I'm being chased after.




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