"You little fucker," I yelled, causing both Louis and Niall to whip their heads in my direction. "You're the one that was swearing at me in the car. I bet you are just like the others- one of Harry's little bitches."
The look on Louis' face was priceless, Niall's face blushing a deep scarlet. He threw the suitcase onto the floor, storming out of the house without a word, slamming the door behind him.
A moment of silence passed between us.
"He's actually a really nice guy Hannah." Louis stated, picking the case up and flinging it onto the kitchen bench. "He's just shy."
I rolled my eyes; yeah I'm sure he's just fucking lovely.
Watching on as Louis silently open the case, he pulled out a pair of black jeans, a white sweater and t-shirt and some underwear/bra's.
"Your very welcome." He laughed, passing the clothes to me.
I looked down at my t-shirt clad body. I hadn't even noticed where my jeans had gone, only faintly remembering taking my top off whilst I was drunk. I took the clothes gratefully, prancing over to the bathroom to get changed, absolutely dreading seeing Harry again.
Louis P.O.V.
I watched on as Hannah pranced over to Harry's bathroom, her face lighting up in glee with her new clothes. A smile cracked up on my face, imagining her face if I told her that Harry had just given me ten thousand pounds to buy her clothes and shoes alone. Her jeans were two hundred pounds from rag and bone, her sweater reaching a staggering four hundred and twenty pounds from Marc Jacobs.
She definitely didn't realize how bad Harry had it for her.
I thought back to the first time we saw her registered on the town's database, how his eyes had held an interest in them upon looking at her profile, but not really paying a lot of attention to her either. At that point in time, she was just another face, from another city, seeking solace in the prestigious Primerose Hill.
It was only when he heard the rumors of the 'Perkins & Co' underground sex slavery scheme showing an interest in a certain Hannah from Manchester that he started investigating. Every day and night for weeks he would trail her, following her life and putting pieces of the puzzle together. They wanted her because she was beautiful and youthful; he wanted her because she was funny and outgoing.
And now that he has her, P&Co- his arch rivals, will stop at nothing to get at her. That night he was looking at her in the club, he saw the P&Co men watching her from afar planning to attack. She was drunk and extremely vulnerable, so he swooped in to get her out.
Turns out he just couldn't let her go.
I heard him step through the house, not bothering myself to turn around.
"Why is Niall sulking in the car?" He chuckled, his voice relaxed and light as he set his briefcase down.
That briefcase held 4 different types of cocaine, LSD and meth. It had 2 semi-automatic handguns, one pocketknife and pepper spray. It had the car keys to 5 emergency vehicles, the keys to two safe houses and four boats.
And that, was nothing.
"Hannah happened." I said a smirk coming across my face, as he walked into the kitchen.
He opened the pantry and fridge, his eyes widening slightly in horror.
"I really, quite literally don't have anything to eat in this house." He mumbled. "She wasn't joking."
I take it he called her then.
"Tell me something I don't know- I bloody lived here for three years living like this." I exclaimed, my voice rising mockingly.
Chapter 10
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