Little Woman | H.S

Eight

Annabelles POV

"Woah, woah, woah, hold up. England? Which is, if I recall, like on the other side of the world?"

I was freaking out. Harry just asked me to move to England with him, all so I could pretend to be his girlfriend so people would stop pestering him about it. And if I did, what if we failed or got caught!? What would happen to me than? I'd be in a foreign country with no relatives or family, and potentially without Harry if something went wrong.

"Yes, I mean if you want to?"

'HELL YEAH I WANT TO' I felt like screaming but there's so many things that could go wrong, horribly wrong and it was making me question this whole ordeal completely. I was shocked when Harry asked me to be his personal escort, that would be easy considering it's what I do best, but, I've never been in a relationship, let alone been affectionate, like for real with someone. God, I'd probably be such a let down.

"Harry I don't know..." I trailed off and he rushed to cut me off before I let the doubt cloud my decision completely.

"I'll get you your own apartment so you can have your space and I'll pay you half of whatever we agree on in advance, it'll be like security money for you incase it doesn't work."

This made things look a bit better.

"I don't even have a passport." I informed and Harry tried to keep his face professional but I could see a smile forming as his dimple started to show.

"We'll deal with that later, so...is that a yes?" Harry asked, leaning forward, a small hopeful smile shying away on his lips.

"Why the hell not." I mumbled and he beamed from his spot across from me. I rolled my eyes but a smile adjourned my lips regardless.

"We have one problem though." I added and Harry's smiled dropped at my words. I chuckled at his now blank face that was full of excitement only seconds ago. Talk about ruining the moment.

"I need my stuff but it's all back at the house."

"Can't I buy you new clothes?" Harry whined and I laughed at his childish tone.

"I'd love that but I have other things there, important things that I just can't leave behind." I informed and Harry nodded understandingly.

"So what's the plan?" Harry asked, a mischievous grin creeping onto his features. I leaned back crossing my arms and letting my head fall back into the couch as I thought of a plan.

"We do a B&E."

Harry's brows furrowed at my code name and I scoffed at his lack of knowledge.

"A breaking and entering." I clarified and Harry let out a low ohhh before his face fell and he shook his head in denial.

I just laughed.

If this boy thinks I'm going to be his fake girlfriend for god knows how long, he better get used to my devious ways sooner or later because this was just the start of Belle and Harry's reckless adventures.

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"Shhh!" I scolded Harry who tripped over a fallen garbage can.

It was past midnight and Harry and I were making our way down the alleyway that connected to the back of my old house.

"I can't see shit!" Harry whispered harshly and I rolled my eyes at his complaint.

"Take that ridiculous thing off your head and than maybe you could actually see what's in front of you!" I hissed and Harry only mumbled on about how it looked cool and added a 'burglary affect' to the whole scandal. His words, not mine.