Darling || h.s. au {Completed}

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[Songs for the chapter]

[The 1975-Robbers]

[The Wanted-We Own The Night]

[Iggy Azalea/Rita Ora-Black Widow](listened to it while proof-reading actually)

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Seventeen. I should have known, she looked far too young, but seventeen? I can't believe I was watching her, examining her curves and such, like a creep. I shook my head as I turned the key in the lock, opening the door quietly and slipping through.

Luckily, no surprises were waiting for me today. At least that's what I thought until I heard a noise coming from the restroom. The light shone through the bottom of the closed door and I neared it, reaching under my shirt. Quietly pulling out the gun from my waistband, I reached for the gold painted doorknob.

In the back of my mind, I hoped it was just a wild creature that found its way in. Animals can't operate lighting systems you moron, my conscience reminded me. The light suddenly switched off and I raised the gun, waiting for this person to open the door. The knob turned and I cocked the gun, lightly pushing on the trigger.

"Don't shoot, Harry." a thick accent spoke behind me, rushing the words from his mouth calmly.

I sighed in relief, pushing the gun between my waistband and hip again. The restroom door opened swiftly and Zayn walked out.

"Liam, Zayn, you can't just let yourself into my residence without asking. How did you even-"

"Key under the mat." Zayn interrupted, flopping his body onto my couch.

I nodded and reached into the fridge, taking out three Pepsi's. I handed both of them one and ran my hand through my wet hair again.

"Were you walking in the rain?" Zayn asked, then swallowed down almost half of the can.

"Yeah."

"Why?" he pushed, setting the empty can on the floor.

"I don't know, it seemed like a nice night to go for a walk." I said sarcastically,

Zayn didn't find it as funny as Liam and I did, ignoring us and switching the TV on.

"So, the reason you broke in then?" I asked Liam, who was leaning toward on the counter across me.

"Chris wants to know if your ready for another job. He just got some stuff in from Florida or something, he won't tell us what though." he shrugged, swishing his drink around.

"Ah shit," I rested my elbows on the counter and dragged them up my face, letting my forehead sit on my palms for a second.

I didn't need this, But at he same time, I did, I really did.

"Shit, I don't know Liam. We almost got caught last time." I raised my eyes to meet his.

"I know, but Chris says its been long enough. He wants to selling again so he can get paid."

"Ah, oh God..." I thought, so many different outcomes and consequences rushing through my mind. None-the-less, I agreed to another job. "A-alright. Tell him I'm ready any time."

Liam nodded, finally drinking the(probably flat by now) Pepsi.

"So, where were you before? Why didn't you call us to pick you up instead of walking in the rain?" he asked, pushing his drink aside.

"The bar."

"Where's your jacket?"

I looked at my arms, goosebumps spread across the skin from the freezing water.

"I uh, I let someone borrow it. Well, keep it because I won't be seeing her again." I shrugged.

"Her?" the corners of Liam's mouth turned upwards teasingly.

"Harry got some pussy tonight!" Zayn shouted.

The thought sickened me. I mean the idea of fucking an underaged girl of course, not the actual fucking. That would have been, well, wait never mind.

"Be quiet! I do have neighbors you know." I whispered.

Zayn rolled his eyes and flipped through the channels again.

"Did you? Was she a screamer mate?" Liam asked, not bothering to contain a smile.

"She was seventeen."

"You sick bastard." Zayn said, once again throwing his unwanted and unnecessary two cents in.

"I didn't have sex with her, I wanted to, until she told me she was seventeen." I said, peeling off my wet shirt.

"What was she doing at a bar then? How did she even get in?" Liam asked.

I just shrugged, feeling exhausted from the walk here to explain the whole dilemma to them. Plus the mental exhaustion from thinking about nearly becoming a sex offender. I guess I'm glad she told me her age then, but I didn't want to be glad. I wanted to be moaning her name right now. I'm sick.

"I need some sleep if we going back to it so get out." I said, drying my hair with my shirt.

"Well since you asked so nicely-" Zayn said sarcastically, standing from the couch.

Liam patted me on the back before walking through the door and Zayn approached me, pulling me into what he calls a bro hug. Though it just seems like a regular hug to me.

"I'll miss you, man." he said, imaginary tears rolling down his cheeks along with fake sobs from his lips.

I pushed him away, a smile widening on my face as I laughed. They walked out and I trudged into the small room down the hall from the main room. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned my elbows on my knees. I ran my finger over my bottom lip.

Drew. I thought to myself. Lord was she fit, and her voice alone could pleasure me. What her lips could do to me, wrapping around me, sucking lightly. My calloused fingers tangling in her hair, pushing her face further against me.

Seventeen, I tried to remind myself.