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.


12. You Can Sleep On The Couch

Harry's pov




Louis's hands hit the table violently, followed by an aggravated grunt. A bag of marijuana fell from the table, so I put my hand down to catch it. I place it back in its stack and Liam speaks up.



"We need to pick business up within the next week or we're all screwed." When he said that, he started pacing back and forth.



"Maybe we lower the price and we gradually get buyers who get more at a time, and we raise it after a bit. Eventually we will have enough." I say. Louis nods in satisfaction.



"Great idea. We need to get actual customers to accomplish that.. Since Harry is the next in line

for boss, he should say where we head out to start selling." I nod and take out a piece of paper.



"Zayn, you have Boca Beer Bar. Niall, head towards that college campus that we saw the other day. Lots of stoners. Louis, ghetto neighboring schools are probably having football practice right now so start there. Liam, stay here to protect everything. On Saturday there's little league soccer games going on, probably a lot of bored parents, and I'll go look for potential sellers for ideas on who to get." We all head out our ways and I stop by Annabelle's.



I pull out in front of her house and call her. She answers on the last ring.



"Yeahhh?" She started laughing.



"Come outside." I said sternly, trying not to make her think I wanted anything from her. I did, just something to sell.



"I'll be there!" She hangs up and a minute later, stumbles out of the door. She looked so happy, I was confused. She opens the car door and I realize she's stoned out of her mind.



"Are you high?" I chuckle and she puts her finger on her lips.



"No just high." I started driving.



"Want to get drunk?" I ask, knowing she will say yes. 



"Yes! I'm bored. I've only drank once..whoops." My eyes widen.



"What when?" 



"I was 13." Wow.. Innocent Annabelle was just a fun girl hidden under a mask.



"Damn princess! I'm proud." I pull into Toxic, it's a little club/bar. They allow underage kids, just not to drink.



"How proud?" She looked at my lips. She leaned in. I wanted to... Oh so bad. But I knew she was too high to know what was going on.



"Proud. Let's get in." I open the door and give her a card.



"What's this?" She licked it.



"Fake I.D. I made you one with some pictures from Instagram. Just in case. We will give it to the guy when we get in." She nods and I bring her in. I pay the guy the money and give him the cards. As expected, we get in.



There's flashing lights and chalk sticks in a box to write on the walls. There are messages like "S+T" And stuff like that. There is also people dancing on each other in front of the stage. There's a band performing, but they're no good. 



"5 shots of vodka, please!" Annabelle tells the bartender, and I ask for 4. I shoot those down my throat and so does she. 



"Dance with me." She grabs my hands, not giving me a choice. I didn't want her to make a mistake. Maybe Zayn was right... Maybe I haven't changed. I don't want to hurt Annabelle like I've hurt other girls, because she's different. 



"Whoooh!" She screams at the top of her lungs. She jumped up and down insanely fast. She whispered in my ear.



"I like you, but I'm only telling you this because I'm buzzed right now so I don't even care." I started believing her, but she's lying.



"Let's just dance." I say and she won't stop trying to convince me. She starts dancing on me, but I couldn't help but let her. Her hair was flying and her body was swaying on me. This is wrong... I can't let her humiliate herself.



"It's time to get home." I drag her out of there into my car.




"That was a great 10 minutes!" Annabelle yells sarcastically. I buckle her seat belt and start driving.




"It was," 




"Why wouldn't you kiss me?" She sounded mad, but she's tipsy so she's just saying what's on her mind.




"You don't like me." I stop in front of her house. There's other cars there, as well.




"You don't know... Shit my parents are home! They can't see me like this." She shot up. She was panicking, and a almost drunk person panicking gets scary. I decided to help her.




"It's okay, princess. Stay at mine tonight. Run in and grab some clothes."




"What if they see me?" 




"Leave your phone. Run."  She does as I command and I call her mom off of my dealing phone, which is an extra phone I have with a different number. I got the number from her phone. She answers immediately.








"Yes hello, I work at Boca Raton district." I tried to sound American, and I made that place up.








"It's a branch where we call people to let them know about bad weather in their area. There's a possible uh-tornado so go to a safe room right now." I hung up and Annabelle came back into the car.




"What did you need my phone for?" She asked. Immediately it started ringing and she answered.




"Hi mom... Bad weather? Oh yeah! I'm at Savannah's right now, I'll just stay the night... Okay... Okay... Bye." She hung up and I started driving. Once I pull into my driveway, Annabelle kisses me.




"I've been waiting a good half hour to do that." Annabelle smirks. I open my door.




"You can sleep on the couch." 

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