The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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TW: Violence

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Harry's POV:

Liam was fast asleep by the time I got home soon after receiving a "home safe"  text from Haven. I still couldn't close my eyes without the noise and images but having just talked to her and hearing that she was okay gave me a little peace of mind.

I instead studied the plan over and over, committing it to memory so that I could make sure that absolutely nothing could go wrong. Even in my dream, Haven's reaction to Zayn's death was painful but I know that's exactly how she'd react if not worse if our escape plan for him went wrong.

There's so much riding on this and not only do I owe it to her but I owe it to Zayn for being the person who put him there in the first place.

I've dug myself a pretty big hole haven't I?

Nothing can go sideways and the pressure has me shaking in my boots. I've had this idea since the day I confronted Malcolm and tried to get out from under his control, but the appropriate moments just never arose. . .until now.

Malcolm can never know that Liam and I are apart of this because the moment he showed me a file with pictures of Gracie, Maya and Harlow, I knew I couldn't just walk away. I was fine with having my life on the line, I never really cared for it anyways but I do care for theirs.

They might not have a lot to loose in the case of my death, but I couldn't carry on in the case of theirs. My heart doesn't beat for a lot of things, but one thing it does for sure is them. All of them, Liam, Maya, Gracie, Harlow, and most of all Haven. And I can't bear the thought of living in a world without them.

So when Louis called me with a plan, I knew that our window was now. A deal had gone wrong, per Louis's request and that kick started our plan. On top of Malcolm running his own products throughout the world, he also runs stuff for other gangs, mafia's and cartels.

The same way I clean cash for the Satyr Cartel, I also clean for other people through a service we get paid a hefty amount for so that these people know it's getting done properly. We make our own money but that doesn't mean we only make an income from the products we sell but our services as well.

In this case, our lower level members run drugs across the border for Louis, which is paid for in cash. The money is then brought back to London to be cleaned specifically through Nympho because of my relationship with Louis and then is given back to him which we exchange in person. This exchange can happen anywhere, from the warehouse to a gas station parking lot.

The day I gave him the exchange was the first time I'd dealt business with him in years. The following drops in the months that came after were occasionally done from people who worked under myself and Louis so we wouldn't have to be bothered. But that doesn't mean we never did it ourselves.

Not until recently did it come to my attention that he was alive. I'd gone the past 3 years thinking he was dead but like he said the first time we reunited, people like him don't typically stay dead.

So back to the plan. It started off like normal, Louis dropped off 5 bags with 10, 1 kilo bricks of cocaine in each, leaving me with 50 bricks of the white substance. Each package was estimated at around $2400, which totalled to over $120K worth of cocaine. The only difference with this drop was that the bag would be handed off from Louis's hands to mine.

Before I gave them to the men who would run them across the border, I took out a brick from each bag with Louis's permission of course. That meant that by the time the drugs were delivered and brought back in cash to be cleaned, it would appear that we were just over $12K short of what we owed him.