Bad Boy (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 16

Harry's POV

Alex was trapped. The only way to set her free is $20,000 fucking dollars. I'm not asking my dad for that shit. He has it to spare, I know he does, but I'm not sinking in to his bullshit again, no matter who it would help.

I pull out my phone and call the rest of my 'gang'. After finished with that, I drive do the abandoned apartment complex where all sorts of shit goes down. Drug deals, fights, gambling,even shootings a lot of the time. I meet them all at Apartment 32, where we always meet.

"What's so fucking urgent we had to meet right now? I was in the middle of fucking some bitch." Carl states.

"I don't want to know what you doing, dumbass. I have some news." I tell them. "It's something we've been wanting to do for a really long fucking time and tonight is the fucking night." I'm pretty sure by the looks on all of their faces they already know what I'm about to say.

"Tonight, we will finally rob a bank." I stated smiling. Everyone here has always wanted to rob a bank, but I've always said it's not the right time. Now that Alex needs my help, it's definitely the right time.

"Hell yes!" Robert exclaimed. "Damn Styles, I thought we would eventually have to do this damn thing without you because you've been taking so fucking long!" He laughed. They wouldn't be laughing if they knew what I was doing this for.

"What made you decide it's finally time?" Zayn asked me.

"Eh, I could use a little extra money right now." I smirked. This wasn't really the case, but they don't need to know my business.

"We need to come up with a plan though." Carl states.

"You really think I would say we're doing this tonight if I didn't have a fucking plan? Dumbass. Here's what's going to happen. At midnight exactly, we're going to meet right back here. I've got three other guys that are going to bring us nice cars so we don't look suspicious. I'll drive alone. Zayn will drive alone. Carl and Robert, you'll ride together. At 12:30 we will head for the bank, parking in the empty lot directly behind it. At exactly 1:00 am, we will hop the fence. Robert, you will cut the wires on the alarms since you know how to do all of that shit. All of the money is in a safe room in the back. I've had someone who works for the bank, obviously one of us, get us the combination which I have with me. Carl, you will unlock the safe and all of us will go in, grab what we can, and get the fuck out. Got it?" I tell them. I thought this out as soon as I knew that the asshole needed $20,000.

"Are you sure it's gonna work? It doesn't seem very thought out." Robert tells me. What does he expect, some fucking Grand Theft Auto shit? No, we're not fucking professionals.

"Rest up. Be here at exactly midnight or you're out."

I wake up to my alarm at 11:30, giving me plenty of time to go to the apartments. Once I get there, the three men with the vehicals are waiting on me.

"Where's the stashing point?" I ask, collecting the keys.

"The parking garage on Claris Street. I've got it opened that way you can get in. Park in the middle and take the elevator down to the main floor. There will be a van waiting on all of you. Be there by at least two because at 2:15, there's a security guard that will check the garage. The door has to be shut and locked by then. If you're not there, you're on your own." One of the men speaks. Seems pretty fine.

"It should only take about ten minutes to get the money, without complications. The drive to the garage is only about ten minutes so that seems pretty fair. Thanks for the help, man." I say to Michael.

"Ay, I owed you from saving my ass when I got caught attempting this, right?" He laughed.

"Yeah, you do dumbass. Maybe next time you should make sure the alarm is off." I tell him laughing. We're interuppted in our conversation by the arriving of Zayn, Carl, and Robert. They climb out of the car and I hand out the keys.

Michael and the three other guys hop in the van and head to the garage. We all climb in our cars and head to the lot behind the bank. My hands are shaking and my palms are sweating. If I get caught, there's no hope for Alex. I'll surely get a long time in prison and then there will be no one to help her.

By the time I reach the lot, we have ten minutes until one. I take this time to control my nerves. After I feel calm enough, I walk to the trunk and put on my mask and gloves and then grab my bag for the money.

After everyone else does the same, it's one excatly and we hop the fence. I take a few deep breaths as Robert is cutting the wires on the alarm system. It's a relief that he does it without any trouble as we walk to the back of the bank and go to the safe room.

"Here Carl. Do this shit." I say as I hand him the combination to the lock. After he does his twist and turns, the door opens with no problems. This is going a lot smoother than I thought.

I was the first in the room, making my way over to the pile of $100 dollar bills. I pack my bag with as many as I can fit and silently hope that it amounts to twenty thousand.

"Hurry the fuck up!" I whisper to the others who are still packing their bags.

Carl turns and bumbs something that sounds an alarm.

"Shit! I'm out!" I yell grabbing my bag and running out of the door as fast as I possibly can. Zayn is behind me and we are both peeling out of the lot by the time the police sirens are sounding. We make it to the garage and park in the middle as directed and take the elevator down to the main floor. Just as promised, Michael and his buds are waiting in a van.

Zayn and I jump into the van, directing them to leave.

"Where's the other two?" Michael asks peeling out of the garage after one of his buds closes and locks it.

"They sounded an alarm and the dumbasses were still grabbing money so we had to leave them. I'm not going to jail because they're fucking stupid." I exclaimed. I really hope they don't get caught and then rat us out. I actually don't fucking care if I go to jail, as long as I can get Alex away from her dad first.

Alex's POV

I don't know what day it is. I don't know what time it is. I don't know how long I've been here but I want to go home. Do I even have a home now that my mom is dead? I don't know and I don't even want to think about it.

The pain and suffering I have been through since I have been here is insane. I never thought just one man alone could be capable enough to do so much to someone. I've been beaten senselessly about eight times, that I remember anyway. I've been raped so many times that I have lost count. I'm numb by now. I don't feel anything anymore.

I know that Harry called the other day because I was punished for him calling without having the money. Honestly I have no idea if he's coming or if he's even trying. He told me not to come running to him when this happens, so why would he try to get $20,000 just so I can be free? I'm almost positive he hates me now.

My thoughts are interuppted as the door swings open and down comes not my father, but his friend Marcus. He's only been down here a few times and that has only been to make sure I'm still here and to add more food to the mini-fridge. All I have eaten since I've been here is fruits and vegetables. I don't know how vegetarians do this.

"How are you doing today?" Marcus asks me laughing. I choose to ignore him, knowing that he's just trying to make me upset. I regret ignoring him when his hand comes in contact with my cheek. It doesn't really hurt much anymore because I usually get slapped on a daily basis.

"When I ask you a question, you answer me you little bitch. Got it?" His voice is low and deep.

"Yes." I answer.

"So, how are you doing today?" He asks again except this time, I answer him.

"I'm doing fine." I answer blankly.

"Great." He smiles before stocking the fridge and walking back up the steps.

Lord, please let Harry be out there finding a way to get me out of here. This is all I ask of you, ever.

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