Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 12 - Don't be that girl.

"Are you sure? Have you called him?" Finn started the car, eager to get to wherever we were going now. "For fucks sake," he drove forward, and I quickly put my seatbelt on to prevent myself from frying backwards. "I can't come! I'm with Fray!" I spun my head to look at him. How many people had he told about me? "Okay, fine, this is what we'll do, I'll come to the warehouse, drop off Fray, and then go to Jack's apartment to see if he is there, because if there's anyone he's going to listen to it's me, or... Ella! Have you called Ella!" Finns eyes widened, as if an idea has just popped into his head. He made a sharp left, and I'm sure he was driving over the limit. "Fuck, well then where's she as well? Okay, okay, has Jimmy come yet? Shit, well, I'm dropping Fray off, see you in like, 10," he ended the call, chucking his phone into the console.
"What's going on?" I piped up.
"Harry and Zayn can't find Jack, he's probably just hung over at his apartment, but he usually still makes it to work on time. I'm gonna drop you at the warehouse with Harry and Zayn, and go look for Jack," he explained.
"Why can't you just drop me at my flat?"
"It's not on the way, I need to get there as quickly as possible, we have a supplier coming today."
"Well then why can't you just drop me at yours, since were going in that direction?" I really didn't want to go to the warehouse, I mean, they kept drugs there, and, I would be lying if I said I wasn't in the least bit scared of Finn's friends.
"The warehouse is closer, and Jacks apartment is 2 minutes from the warehouse, and I'm not taking you to Jack's," he stated, before muttering, "God knows what could be going on there."
Finn sped through streets if London, he knew then like the back of his hand.
"What happened to Ella?" I was slightly worried, as I had properly met Ella before.
"She's not picking up her phone either."
"Well maybe she's with Jack," I thought.
"Maybe," he said simply, before shutting up. I could tell he was worried. He spoke small sentences. His muscles were tense, and he looked straight ahead, not attempting to make any eye contact with me.
"He'll be fine," I said, looking at him. He smiled softly.
"I know, he always is."
The rest of the car journey was filled with silence. I rested my head on the window, staring at ongoing pedestrians, occasions sipping my latte. Before I knew it, we had approached a less public area. Finn stopped outside a big warehouse, tapping on the wheel. A long door was pushed open in front of us, and Finn proceeded to drive through, parking inside the warehouse and getting out. I pulled the handle to the door, sliding down into Finn's arms, my cup in one hand.
He took my hand, and slammed my door shut before leading me towards two familiar faces. Stacks of packets and boxes filled the warehouse, and once inside, I saw it was quite deep, and that I could probably get lost in here. I gulped as I approached the two men, who were silently talking, leaning against one of the piles of drugs. The one I remembered as Harry looked up at us, and I pushed all my fear to the bag of my head.
Finn seemed to notice my unsteadiness, and turned around to face me. His now dark eyes searched my face for any sign of fright. His hand cupped my face, and his lips lightly brushed mine, before he pressed them against mine, capturing my lips in an affectionate kiss. My free hand rested on his chest, scrunching up his t shirt between my fingers.
He pulled away from the kiss, and brought his lips to my ear. "Remember Fray," he said. "Don't be that girl."
He looked up at Zayn and Harry. "I swear if any harm comes to her," he said. Harry raised his hands up, as if to say, 'don't look and me'. Finn and I shared eye contact, before he started to walk away, trailing his fingers down my arm to grab my hand, and pressed one last lingering kiss on my fingers, and turning around to get into his car. He slammed the car door, looking up at me, before reversing and driving out.
I stood there, watching the empty space until I could no longer her the engine of his 'baby'.
Don't be that girl.
I turned around, just as a tanned boy brushed past me. Zayn didn't look at me, and went on to close the open door in the warehouse, clad in black jeans, a white tank top with some logo on the front, and a flatcap.
My gaze drifted to Harry, who was now staring down at his phone, quickly typing something. A plaid shirt with the arms ripped out and tight black skinnies adorned his body. Yet another bandana kept his curls from his face, this one the same pattern as the shirt, it looked like the sleeve.
"Hi, I'm Fray," I finally said.
Harry looked up from his phone, and a voice behind me snorted. "Believe me, we know," Zayn said. He walked past and sat down, next to Harry, ushering me to join them. I slowly but steadily walked towards them, dropping my bag to the floor and sitting crossed legged on the hard floor. I brought my latte to my lips, draining the last sips of it, and set it aside. "Do you know who we are?" Zayn asked.
"You're Zayn," I gestured towards him, "and you're Harry," I said.
"Well done, have a medal," Harry said sarcastically, before sliding down the stack to join us on the floor.
"Let's play 21 questions," Zayn said.
"What? No." I said.
"Aww, cmon, it'll be fun, we do need to get to know each other," said Harry.
"You can't play 21 questions with three people," I countered.
"Yes you can, you ask Harry, Harry asks you, you ask me, I ask you," Zayn said.
"For a bunch of drug dealers you guys seems pretty laid back," I said.
"We save our threatening dark sides for those those deserve it," Harry teased.
"Okay, okay, let's just start," I gave in.
"What's your full name?" Harry asked.
"Ivy Fray Payne, but only my brother calls me Ivy, do you do drugs?"
"No, none of us actually do them, Finn found me when I was like, 17, 18, told me all about it, drew me in, but I don't regret it. I'm relatively rich, I have a wonderful apartment in Central London, and I get to shag any woman I see, what more could I want?" Harry bragged.
"A girlfriend who loves you." Zayn stated, and I had to prevent myself from giggling. "And plus, don't objectify women Harry, especially with one in the room." He looked over at me, "my turn. Have you and Finn had sex yet?"
"What! No! We only met like, 3 days ago, no!" I said, surprised, feeling kind of awkward. "What's your favourite day of the week?" I asked, it was the first thing that popped into my head.
"Friday, because I get to see Perrie," he answered.
"Who's Perrie?"
"Oi! My question," Harry interrupted. "Did you have any boyfriends before Finn?"
"Oh, so Finns my boyfriend now?" I challenged.
"You act like a couple, what with the holding hands, and kissing, and the long possessives looks and stares he gives you, it's kinda creepy," Harry said, childishly.
I rolled my eyes at him, and said "Shut Up."
"You still have to answer the question," Harry said.
"Yeah, I had a boyfriend before, we'd been together for a while, but I walked in one night to find him about to fuck this stripper."
"Sounds hot," Harry said.
Zayn glared at him.
"Have you ever been in a serious relationship, Harry?" I asked.
"Nope." He popped the p. I looked at Zayn.
"Have you ever done drugs before?" He asked me.
I looked him in the eye. Memories flooding back into my mind, things I did not want to remember. Zayn noticed I was hesitant, and narrowed his eyes at me, in a concerning way.
"Um, yeah, I've done them, but if you don't mind I'd rather save the story for another time and another place, sorry to disappoint."
"You've done drugs?" Harry seemed shocked.
"Guess she's not the good girl we thought she was," Zayn said.
"Who's Perrie?" I repeated.
Zayn smiled, looking down, playing with his fingers. "Perrie is my beautiful girlfriend, whom I love very much. We've been together for like, a year and a half now, and I intend on spending the rest of my life with her."
I smiled at his explanation, whilst Harry said, "I wouldn't call her beautiful."
Zayn's head shot up, eyes darkening as they connected with Harry's green irises. "What?" He said, behind clenched teeth. I gulped.
"I'm just messing with your balls mate, she's stunning," Harry grinned, playfully hitting Zayn's knee.
"You're such a dick, Harry," Zayn shook his head.
"I know, and all the ladies still want me.
There was suddenly a loud knock on the wall of the warehouse. I followed the noise, and saw a dark shadow beneath the door, on the other side of it.
I turned to look back at the boys, fear and confusion filling my mind.
Harry looked down at his watch, eyebrows furrowed, before looking up, angry and worried. "Shit, Jimmy's hear already."

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