Hidden Criminal ( Harry Styles Fanfiction )

Chapter- 5 Curly and my Love Statistics

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Chapter-5 Curly and my Love Statistics

Rose's POV

"Eh, we need to go out for a while. I mean, we have work and well, we thought that we, could go give a visit to Uncle's office." Diasy grinned, batting her eyelashes. My sister is so werid, but I love her. "Ooh, fine. I'll wait for you girls, and Evans." "Don't worry aunt, we'll be back, soon!" I yelled, placing the briefcase, on the sofas, for aunt to take it in Uncle's room, later. In our house, there were no 'baby risk' , since Jack, doesn't touch uncle's things, abd now, is probably, asleep. He's a sweet boy, who's always deep in his own world, with toys. Of course, he doesn't talk much, but always smiles at everyone.

" Sis, you can take a shower, first, while stuff some snacks, from the kitchen. I don't know why, I'm so hungry, today." Diasy said, as she walk towards the kitchen. Well, today's fun was over. The day passed away, quickly, with guns, killing, and getting money. I need to say, we had a lot, of fun. I mean, after such a long time, we were able to move, from our crappy rooms. Now, I'm thinking if a celebration... Nah probably, not, since we will surely, get some jobs tonight. The sound of my heels, were the only sound in the house, beside the faint mumbling, of television, from the other room.

Once, I reached my room, I jump for a while to take off my heels. I lift my straight hair up, to tighten it in a bun, preparing myself, for shower. My dress was striped oof from my body, as a snatch a towel and head to the bathroom. Of course, it's my room, so nobody's gonna come in, and Diasy is too busy in munching down food. I smiled, at the thought of my little sister. Oh, she's so adorable. The water was warm, so I quickly step in to relax. I let out a sigh, when the water touched my skin, gently. Suddenly, the thought of a curly-haired boy, whom I met today, came in my mind.

He was definitely hot, with those green eyes, curls, and oh... those large hands. I'm sure he's not the dating type since he doesn't look like those, posessive boyfriends. Well, I don't really remember, much, of the other boys, look, except, for the boss. Now, what's his name, again? Oh! Liam.Man, he was so scared, at that time, as he was stuttering in his own words. Poor boy. Probably, never, seen a girl, in action. Well, now, do I know, the name of the rest if the boys? Mmm. Ah! The Curly one's Henry... No sorry.. Harry! Harry Styles. Mmm. Really attractive name. I let out a sigh, since, I won't be seeing them, as I promised.

Of course, as I said, earlier, I actually don't date. Love, was not really the kind of my thing. Because, I never find the right guy. I don't remember, my first time, since it happened, when, I was drunk all night. But, I do remember my second experience, although, I didn't get the guy's name... and I kinda kicked him, because of his next fucking action in the morning....

FLASHBACK ( Back in 22)

I had nothing to do, so I thought of going out and having a drink. Uncle, was out of town, for business and aunt, well she's busy, with her son. Daisy, was asleep, so literally there was nothing to do at home. "One more shot" I ordered, as the bored bartender, nodded. Four shots, was enough, to make my vision, blurry and thus, I couldn't see things, properly. "Hey, babe." A male voice called out. I turned to my right to see...uh..guy..with..I don't know. But, it was a guy, for sure. "Hiii" I slurred, and I'm positive, that the stranger chuckled at me. "So, what's a pretty lady like you, doing here?" He asked, probably observing my movement. "I-I was borrreedd," My words were long, and it's like I'm singing a lullaby. Or whining.