I just wanted to be with Hannah right now, this childish game was tiring me.
"Yes but they're also very smart."
This however, caught my attention.
I frowned. "How so?"
"They're going after her Arreh- ..Hannah." Nick pulled a sheet of paper from his cluttered desk, throwing it in front of me.
I immediately hardened at his words.
"They won't get anywhere near her." I said bluntly, snatching up the papers.
"They already have." He sighed.
He was right- the papers were photos of Hannah, the P&Co symbol printed in the bottom hand corner.
It was Hannah shopping.. in a liquor store.. buying vodka.
"I'm going to kill her." I said the words aloud without realizing.
She has no idea what I was trying to here- I was just trying to keep her safe. If P&Co weren't going to kill her, than she was going to bloody well do it herself.
I tensed, thinking of all the things she could do wrong.
She didn't even lock the windows in her house, her phone line wasn't secure- her bloody Facebook wasn't even on private.
Which reminded me.
"Nick delete her Facebook, Instagram anything like that." He looked at me funny. "Nick just DO it."
He sighed. "Fine, FINE. But look I have the radio show in an hour- What are we going to do?"
I bit my lip tightly. "Call the boys, tell them to meet me at about seven. We'll meet at my house-"
"-YOU'RE BRINGIN' ER TO YOUR HOUSE?!" Grimmy yelled, his voice raising an octave.
I nodded. "Yes."
"But you NEVER bring girls to your house."
I shrugged, my eyes on the photos of Hannah. "I think it's time I crank up my watch on her."
Nick rolled his eyes, texting away on his phone. "Is that even possible?"
I laughed. "Oh definitely.. I must say I was quite relaxed with her."
"God 'elp 'er-" He started to mutter.
"Haz mate she needs some clothes." Louis bounded into the room, a spring to his step as he leaned over my shoulders.
"And you're telling me why?" I snapped, my voice cold.
"Because it's in the RULES- which by the way, I cant believe you are getting pissy at me for following."
I frowned- He was right of course, he was simply just following the rules.
"Rules?" Nick frowned. "What rules? I didn't here about any rules-"
"That's because your GAY mate-" Louis chuckled.
"What are they-?" Nick asked, intrigued now.
"No Louis don't-" I started to say.
"Number one," Louis started. "She's Harry's. Number two; nobody fucks her, even Harry, unless she is one hundred percent sure. Number three, nobody fucks her except Harry. Number five, if she wants something ask Harry. Number six, only give it too her with Harry's permission. Number seven, she is permitted nowhere alone. Number eight, no drugs or alcohol. Number nine, report to Harry no matter what the time/date/place. Number ten, don't let her talk shit to you."
"...Thankyou Louis." I snapped sarcastically, my eyes hardening.
For fuck's sake that boy is something... Downright ANNOYING that's what.
He smirked at me. "Your welcome Hazza Boo."
"Jesus Christ Harry you are something." Nick muttered. "I texted the boys- they are in."
"In for what?" Louis asked.
I sharply inhaled- I don't have the time or patience for this.
"I'll get her clothes.. Where is she?"
"Bathroom." He said.
"Nick explain the plan." I yelled whilst walking out of the room.
I nearly bumped into Haley whilst doing so.
"Spying?" I sighed, looking her dead pan in the eyes.
"Don't look at me like that." She snapped.
I knew I intimidated her, no matter what she said or acted like.
I smirked, coming closer to her face. "Why...? Do I make you feel... uncomfortable?"
She slowly swallowed, her eyes widening.
I laughed. "Get Hannah some food."
"I don't have to do what you say." She yelled back at me, her voice getting lost as I walked away from her.
Amused, I just kept on laughing, knowing full well that she would indeed make the food- just as I had told her to do.
I quietly opened the door to the guest bedroom, the bed stripped of the sheet, her ripped dress on the floor.
Oops, sorry.
..Then again I wasn't actually at all sorry.
The running water of the shower could be heard through the thin walls. I slowly turned the bathrooms doorknob; it faltered, refusing to be opened.
Oh poor, naïve Hannah.
I smirked, pulling the kit out from my backpocket.
Did she really think a lock would stop me from getting where I wanted to be?
Chapter 15
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