Concealed

sixteen

Harry's POV

My mind is racing as I lower myself below the window and sit with my back against the door. I know it's not the smartest to sit there incase someone were to walk out but at this point I don't give a shit.

I don't know what they could possibly be doing. The white powder on the boys just led me to believe it was drugs but Noelle wouldn't do that, let alone make it?

I stand to my feet, the dark clouds hanging above head releasing rain that patters hard around me, bouncing off of the black cement. My hair darkens and damps instantly along with my clothes, as I shove my hands into my pockets. As I start to walk forward, I hear the door open behind me.

"Hey, boy!" A man called, I looked behind me, turning to face the man in the white coat and blue hair cap.

"What are you doing, this is private property."

"Sorry, I got lost," I lied. I pushed my wet hair off of my forehead and back.

"Well go, and don't let it happen again. I'll call the cops," he barked. Yeah, no wonder why this is private property.

"Yep, sorry," I said walking in the pouring rain, down the street to my car.

Noelle's POV

"God kids these days," my coworker said. That's the first time I've ever heard him speak actually. His voice was deep and raspy.

"What happened?" My father questioned.

"Some kid was in the parking lot. I told him to get lost and not to let it happen again. It was weird, it's pouring outside. What kid is going to be walking around in the rain?" He said sarcastically, shaking his head and returning to his station.

"You said it was a boy?"

"Yeah, brown hair, tall," and my breath hitched. I'm praying it wasn't Harry, and if it actually was hopefully my dad is too much of a dumbass to figure it out. What would Harry do here though, this place is gross and abandoned.

"Sounds familiar," my father replied. Oh shit, I'm fucked. He figured it out. I have to talk to Harry and find out if it was him.

***

A few more hours passed by, and finally the work day was done. Everyone was dismissed and I went to hang up my coat and cap, when a felt a tight grip on my forearm.

"What the fuck was your little boy toy doing spying on you today?"

"I don't know if it was him, I haven't told him anything. If it was he followed me, he doesn't know a thing," I said trying to pry his long fingers off of my arm.

"Yeah well we'll see. Let me find out he was here and he knows anything, you both, will be sorry," he smiled, a sinister grin twisting on his face. He released my arm, leaving a forming bruise that I can feel, and walked away.

Fuck this, fuck him, fuck everything.

***

Harry's POV

I got home and the rain continued to patter. The sky resembled my attitude,

dark and gloomy. I was so confused and I really didn't even want to think about it.

So is she a meth addict? A cocaine dealer? Does she make the fucking drugs? Who even knows. These questions have been swarming my mind since I'd left that damn factory, and at this point I don't really want to find out.

I pulled my hood over my head, and stepped out of my car to walk inside my house.

As I walked inside, my father sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the cherry wood coffee table with beer scattered across the surface as usual.

"Harry, glad your home," he said lowering the volume on the television. "My friends are coming over soon for a little poker, I doubt you'd want to be here. Do you want to play a few rounds or go out tonight?"

Fucking great, I wanted to stay home.

"I guess I'll just go out," I shrugged glumly.

"Perfect, they'll be here around eight," he said raising the volume once more. I sighed and trailed up to my room slowly, unable to gather my swimming thoughts and shitty mood.

I had a few hours to kill before I was kicked out of my own home so I decided to text Liam and find out his plans for tonight.

He responded and told me there's a party at Zayn's tonight, so I might as well go to that. Maybe I can distract myself.

I told him I'd meet him at his house around eight-thirty and we would leave from there. I just hope he isn't pulling any bullshit act.

After talking to Liam, my eyelids felt heavy. The sound of pouring droplets shot at my window pain, and darkness poured through, sending chills down my spine and forcing my eyelids shut. I slept with the theory in my mind that if Noelle was a storm, she'd be a tornado, tearing and wrecking everything in her path, and I would mearly be an object lying around, being sucked into the cyclone, becoming tired and tarnished.

Just as she's doing now, and just as I'm feeling now.

AUTHORS NOTE- I'm sosososo sorry for the long wait on the update. I usually start my chapters and then finish then a day or two later. I've been so busy but story of my life. It's no excuse so I apologize, I'll try to update more regularly. But omg changed has 2.33k reads and gets more reads and votes each day??!??!???? I can't believe it. I can't thank you guys enough. If you haven't read my other story it's called changed lol. But thank you for being patient, I hope it was worth the wait but if not the next chapter has some drama coming so hopefully that'll keep you guys interested.

Who knows what Noelle's job is????

I know I should just spit it out and write it already but that wouldn't be any fun.

I love Harry Styles..

Okay I'm done. Adios. Please vote, you guys are amazing. xx

-Shelby