A Good Boy in Disguise

Before Her

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Harry POV
I had a gun in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Cat was in the room doing school work or whatever. I didn't even go to class anymore. Liam was the only one who actually went anymore. Selling drugs and making money was taking all of my time. I don't need an education anyway, I could buy an entire school.

"Styles, its gonna bring in double the money if we cut the product. Nobody sells pure cocaine anymore." I was meeting with one of our men in Greenville. His name was Adam but he preferred Ace. I trusted him, enough to take 1/4 of the product we sell and distribute it. I didn't trust him enough to meet Cat but she also didn't need to see any of this. We were in the room on the other side of the flat. I put music ok the TV loudly so she wouldn't hear anything and he wouldn't question if someone was here. Ace liked to pry and be in business he shouldn't be.

"Nobody sells pure coke and nobody is making millions everyday either. I want that shit pure, the more addictive, the more money. I want my shit to stay the way it is, if i find out it's being cut, then I'll cut you." I took a long drag of my cigarette before tossing it on the table. The room had a large table with 8 chairs around it. It was the perfect size to fit in the room.

"Alright fine" he stood up. "But don't say I didn't tell you." I stood up and gave him the car keys.

"Everything is in the trunk. Theres 8 suitcases, top two have clothes and under the flooring, theres about 13 more kilos. Its a little over 1.3 million worth if you sell it $60 a gram. Theres a purse in the backseat with random shit. Cut the purse open, in the lining and strap is about 100 pills of ecstasy. Sell it all, you can keep it all. Your getting 35% of the profit of coke, that gives you aaabouuttt $430,000 plus the ecstasy money."

He looked at me dumbfounded.

"I forgot you're good at math, Styles. I can see why they put you in charge."

"That and I'll kill anyone you crosses me without a second thought." I leaned against the table. Setting the gun down. "Now, lets test the purest street product out there." I pulled out a white bag and a razor blade.

"Now you're talkin' Styles."

Catherine POV

"Cedia I'm so bored. Harry only left me with a laptop and my phone." I was on Facetime with Cedia, she was at the house. She said the guys plus Elenor left and Zayn was downstairs.

"Where are you anyway?" She questioned while eating some chips right in front of me while I was starving.
"Honestly I have no fucking idea. We were in the car a little over 2 hours but I fell asleep before the two hour mark hit. It seems like we're in a small town? The housing unit only has about 15 floors maybe? Maybe less? And behind the building is woods from what I can see." I stood up and looked out the window. "Here, look" I flipped the camera and showed her. "I think I see a business that says Marks?"

I flipped the camera back on me and sat down on the bed.
"Oh its Greendale! Why would Harry take you there?" I looked at her puzzled.

"How do you know of this place? Town? Prison?"

She laughed. "My family went camping there a few times when I was in year 7 & 8. Theres like one fancy restaurant, maybe 4 or 5 pub restaurants and possibly a McDonald's. Marks is one of the only hotels that are there. Their great-great- Grand father was like the co-founder of the town so they kept one of their hotels there. I heard its nice if your on holiday. But why would Harry take you there and why does he have a flat there?"

"I have no idea but ask Zayn and text me what he says. I'm going to find food." I stood up from the bed.

"Okay well good luck and tell me when you're coming back! Love you!"

"I will, love you bye!" I hung up the phone and texted Harry

To H
Can I come out? I'm starving and could really use some food after being locked away for eternity.

I walked to the bathroom ad waited for a text back. I started snooping through the drawers and cupboards. Three brand new tooth brushes, one used, two tubes of toothpaste, some body wash, a hair dryer and extra toilet paper. Well, that was exciting. I dragged myself back into the room and flopped on the bed. I grabbed my phone and checked if Harry had texted me, nothing. Just like clock work, the front door shut. Ah! Whoever came left. Yes! I opened the door slowly, looking around for signs of life. Nothing, not even Harry.

I slowly walked to the kitchen and searched the cupboard. I found some instant ramen, better than nothing. I grabbed a small pot and filled it with water. I placed the pot on the stove and turned it on. I played some music on my phone.

The front door slammed shut. I turned around to see Harry, fuming.
"Harry what -"

He was in front of my in an instant. His pupils black and huge. He was on something, drunk maybe.

"Harry what are you doing?" I tried to push him back but he wouldn't budge. "Move, I'm trying to make food" he had something behind his back. I shoved him harder, still didn't move. He pulled a gun from behind his back. He put it to my head. He grabbed my face roughly and made me look up at him. Tears were welling in my eyes.

"Next time you wanna disobey me." The gun clicked. I closed my eyes and tensed up my entire body. "You die." He walked away. The bullet didn't go through my head, I didn't die, I was alive.

I slid down the cupboards and sat on the floor. All I could do was hug my knees and let the tears roll down. I wasn't hungry anymore, all I wanted was to go home. Back to my apartment, back in time. I wish I never met Cole, I wish he never traded me for Harry, I wish none of this happened.

Next Day

I cried for at least 10 mins on the floor. Harry was in the bedroom on the other end of the flat. He never came out. I eventually went back into the other room and locked the door. I cried myself to sleeping thinking of all the ways I could escape this life I was in. I could go back to America but, knowing Harry, he'd be at my door step waiting. I climbed out of the bed and went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face.

I went back in the room and threw on Harrys hoodie that I found in the drawer. As much as I hated him, his clothes were comfortable. I unlocked the door to find Harry in the kitchen. He was dressed with a coat and boots. He had keys in his hand and my backpack.

"We're leaving." He stated. He had on sunglasses and a cigarette between his lips. I put my shoes on and followed him. I just wanted to go back to the city. We walked to the elevator and went in. The air seemed thinner than before. Walking through the lobby was like walking through an empty hospital hallway. It just feels colder and darker. Outside was freezy and Harrys truck wasn't in site. He unlocked a different car, a Black old school Camaro.

"Why are we taking this car?" I asked before getting in the passenger side.

Harry didn't answer, the car purred to life. He set my backpack by my feet and we pulled out of the parking lot. I leaned my head against the window and sighed. My stomach growled to break the silence.