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.


17. I'm Going Where You're Going

Harry's POV 



I pull up into the meeting place to see only the boys, no Annabelle.



"Where the hell is she?" I slammed the car door behind me. The breeze became cooler and my vision was vivider.



"She knows you were with the twins last night." Zayn confessed. I felt my heart drop, and I punch the parking sign on the left of me, making a dent.



"I didn't sleep with them... That's what she's thinking! I went there to tell them we were fleeing to Rhode Island and that I needed fake I.Ds, and in the worst situations, passports. Do you know where she went?" I was trying to keep in all of my anger, but I was barely. Zayn shrugged so I walked off to dial her.



"Wait but were going to California?" Niall said stupidly.



"To throw off the people after us, it's totally opposite."



"We're going in the van. We have to move fast!


i dialed Annabelle 6 times, no answer. I left a message explaining everything and texted her. I explained that I didn't cheat on her, and they were going to San Diego, and that she needs to meet us there because we are leaving as I'm saying this. And how much I like her. I truly do.







Annabelle's POV 



6 missed calls. 1 new voicemail. 1 iMessage alert. I heard my phone beep from the other side of the R.V. I knew it was Harry because I heard the laughing men mutter his name. Even though I had a thick blindfold that went over my ears, I was still able to hear.



"We're going to San Diego boys!" An old British voice announced.



"Oh look at this one." I heard a younger voice say. It was around my age, and it sounded kind of like Louis, but it wasn't sadly.



"Go uncover the girl's eyes, Ace." The old voice said. I felt the floor shake and I was suddenly able to see. I saw a gorgeous brunette boy in front of me, but he's the enemy.



"I thought I'd let you read the message Harry sent you," He said. After each word my eyes were getting more full of tears. I should've went with Harry. They wouldn't be in trouble, and neither would I. "Cute couple you both make. A week from now, he won't be here." His words cut me like knives. I could barely see him because I was trying not to cry, but my eyes stung.



"I would kill you too if you weren't attractive. Let's clean you up, because smeared mascara isn't your scene." He led me to the bathroom in the RV. He sat me in the sink. Sadly, I had no control since I was tied up.



"You seem frightened." He commented on my obvious facial expression.



"I was kind of kidnapped and the boy I love, plus his best friends, are all going to be killed. I'm only mortally terrorized." He said.



"So you love our Harold?" 



"Harry? I'm most definitely in love with him." I was sure of it.



"You'll need someone else soon, you know. He won't be alive and all."







"Annabelle Winters, you're charming when you're dumb." My eyes pierced his furiously, I even noticed his facial expression soften.



"You're an ass." 



"You have a nice ass." I kicked him I'm the side.



"Watch it! You're lucky I don't kill you now like the others would've,"



"Someone was trying to get a reaction out of me so I gave it to them." 



"I'd like it if you'd be direct and use my name. I'm Ollie Sheffield, but here my name is Ace because I'm basically the Harry of my gang, aka the leader." Ollie smiled.



"Do you prefer Ace?" I asked him, as he nodded.



"Ok, Ollie." 



"You're a potential gem, but you were wasted on none other than Harry." Ollie pretended to make a pouty face.



"Harry isn't perfect, but he's what I want." I hissed.



"He's not perfect for anyone."



"Shut up, murderer!" I screeched. I felt insane.



"He's a murderer too!"



"Shut up!" I tried to yell over him.



"He's killed people's fathers," 



"Shut up!



"sons, mothers, daughters,"



"Shut up!"



"Uncles, aunts,"



"Shut the fuck up before I go crazy!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and Ollie finally quieted down.



"So he's not so perfect." I glance down at his hand that was on my thigh.



"You're not any better." Ollie came towards my ear.



"I can be, you'll see." I shifted away, but he grabbed my face.



"If you die, you die. If you live, you live. Both of those roads still show a lot of me. I'm going where you're going."

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