Little Woman | H.S

Nine

Annabelle's POV

Soft pants were heard as we hid out in Harry's car. We made it before Carlos could see us enter but we didn't risk driving away just yet incase he was still out searching for us.

Our seats were laid back so no one could see our figures in the vehicle. I turned my head to look at Harry just as he did the same and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"I haven't had..this much fun...in years." Harry panted and I laughed at his confession.

"Now that I'll be around prepare for loads more excitement Mr. Styles." I quipped than lifted my head slightly to peek out the window. "I think we're good to go." I added turning back to Harry who was looking up at me from his lying position.

"Okay, let's go." He agreed, positioning his seat to its proper position and starting the engine.

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The car ride was silent but it was a comfortable silent. I replayed the previous event in my mind and smiled lightly at the thought of getting Harry to do such a risky thing with me.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked his eyes shifting from the road to me briefly.

"I just can't believe you did that with me." I said voicing my previous thought.

"I can't either." He admitted, "but I'm glad I did. It's been so long since I had proper fun with someone. Tonight reminded me of my reckless teenage years, full of mischievous scandals."

"You reckless? HA!" I mocked and Harry's pursed his lips at my accusation.

Harry looked over at me with a raised brow.
"Is it really that hard to believe? I've done far worse than a breaking and entering Belle."

There it was again, my sacred nickname. He's called me it twice already and I still can't process the name leaving his lips.

"Well than I want to know what exactly could young Harry have done that was so bad." I pried, turning slightly in my seat with my arms crossed against my chest.

Harry kept his eyes on the road but a tiny smirk was forming on his lips as he was going over whatever memory came to his mind.

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Harry's POV
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*Flashback to 17 year old Harry*

"Harry, you sure this is a good idea?" Dylan asked as we turned down a dark alleyway.

"How else do you expect to get the cash mate?" I answered and rolled my eyes at my friend who was clearly pussying out right now. We owed this guy 5 grand after he supported one of our parties with unlimited booze and drugs. We were known for having notorious parties and the guy that helped with this one seemed like an alright lad until his deed was done and than he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

After parking the car we sat in silence, me trying to rid myself of the nerves that were creeping its way into my body and Dylan probably to scared to even speak.

"Let's do this." I whispered, gripping the handle to the beat up truck and exiting the car without another word. As I walked out of the ally I could feel the cold metal from the gun I stashed in the back of my jeans rubbing against my skin. I never used a gun before but I felt more powerful knowing I had the weapon on me, I just prayed it wouldn't have to be fired.

Moments later we came face to face with our prime target. It was a old worn down convenience store in a beat down neighbourhood. There weren't many people out right now which benefited us a great deal. I couldn't risk anything fucking up tonight, I needed this money desperately or I'd face severe consequences later.