Niall’s POV:
"Yes?" Chloe asked me, as I was still holding her hand.
"Nothing. I just wanted to see your beautiful face one more time."
Woah.
That sounds nothing like me.
She blushed, and then proceeded to walk out. I figured it was better to let a girl dream. Either way,
she’ll find out the truth soon enough.
Imogen’s POV:
I ran. I ran like hell home. I couldn’t believe it. Why would Harry sell drugs? There had to be more to it, a background or something.
**The next morning**
It was about 11 am, and a text woke me up.
"AGP frat house. Now."
I was guessing it was Harry. I threw on some sweats, and then made my way over to the house, hoping not to wake up Chloe. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I had never been involved with this whole drug thing, and to be honest, it scared the shit out of me.
I arrived to his room, knocked, and I was immediately met by Harry.
"Come in," he said. " Look, I know what you saw. Chloe can not know, okay. I don’t want her involved in all my shit."
"Why?" I asked him, coldly.
"I got involved in something back home, and part of the deal for everything to be kept quiet is if I do this."
"What did you do?" I asked, feeling even more scared.
"You don’t need to know." He said, monotone.
"Chloe doesn’t need this in her life," I said. “I’m going to tell her."
He cornered me, against a wall. Is it weird that I got kind of turned on?
"I don’t think you know how much is riding on this," he said. His deep, British accent, ringing into my ears. “What can I do, to make you shut up?"
I was speechless, lost for words, I didn’t know what to-
The door slammed open.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
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