Can you shut up for once

6. Do you remember Hatt

Beep.. beep.. beep..

"Hey Liam, listen up. I think I might have a little problem here. You remember Hatt?"

"Oh god. Yes, Harry of course I remember him. Please tell me you haven't provoked him or some shit like that."

Harry pinched his nose bridge with his two fingers. He had a bad assumption about what happened right before and if that's true, he was in a very big conflict with himself. But it shouldn't be that hard.
He only knew him for 2 days, he doesn't even know him properly, he literally just knows his name.

Louis.

Bloody posh, asshole, known-playboy and party-lover.

"No, no don't worry Lima. I- I just met him though and you know what we did for him, so yeah but that doesn't matter right now."

"I don't quite understand Harold. Talk fucking clear with me."

Harry breathed out fiercely and stroked his hair back, trying to find the right words.

"Ehm so just theoretically, if I know someone who works with Hatt, on long term, how high are the chances, that he would be in the same ^buisness^."

"Harold, learn from our fucking mistakes, stay away from people like that, but to answer your question. FUCKING HIGH! Now swing your dumb arse around, Niall got us a couple of purses from the mall and a some of them had a lot of cash in them."

"Yeah, yeah. Give me half an hour, I'll be there."

This is so fucked up.
Harry held his phone so tightly, his bruised knuckles turned white. As he walked on the sideway, a trash bin looked very welcoming and he had to let something feel his anger and frustration, so he just kicked the bin so hard, it flew against the house wall and the whole inside was spread on the ground.

What if Louis is part of it? Why does he even care? He just met him two fucking days ago and most of the time they were fighting or running from the cops. Fuck! He thought he was done with this shit. But Louis' father doesn't have to be part of that scene.

Also it was none of his business.

Harry didn't really watch where he was going, he already knew where to go, so he was slightly surprised when he looked up and was already in front of the old factory building, he called his home, but before he could step into it, his attention was drawn to the other side of the street. A fully white dressed girl was standing at the lamp post vis-a-vis, she was not older than 16 and her brown hair was braided backwards in two ponytails. She looked Harry straight into his eyes and without breaking the contact she pulled a white handkerchief out of her pocket to wink with it at him. Confusion was shown on Harry's face, but he decided to ignore her because he was quite sure she was not familiar.

Harry opened the metallic, already oxidized door with the usual loud squiek. Because of that, the attention was drawn to him immediately. Niall and Zayn were sitting on the couch and Liam was coming out of the bathroom with wet hair and just a towel around his hips, just seeing them lifted Harry's mood. They were his small family and he will do everything to protect them.

"Harryyy! Where were you mate?"

Niall jumped up from the couch and ran up to Harry to hug him, even if Harry was the youngest of the boys, Niall was still acting the most childish. Harry loosened himself out of the hug and threw himself onto the couch next to Zayn.

"Was in the mall."

Liam raised his eyebrow as he came closer, still rubbing his hair dry with a second towel. Harry broke the eyecontact with him and looked straight on the ground after his stomach tightened by the thought of explaining everything.