The Bad Boy

Chapter 13

Stephanie's P.O.V.

I run my fingers across the black colored leather front of the notebook. Should I open it? It could be really personal. I'm not sure. It might not even be a diary. I'm going to open it.

I slowly turn to the front page. It is fully filled. But one thing I discover is that it is not a diary. It's a story. I start to read.

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Finally I finish the first story in his notebook. He is even better than me at writing. When I look around I see several other notebooks. He must write a lot. Then I remember something he said when we were talking.

"I'm not going to college. Why should I? I'll just end up working at a McDonalds. Would you like fries with that?" is what he had said. I yelled at him that he had lots of talent and he shouldn't let his life waist away.

I sit the journal back where I found it, and collapse back on the bed. My head is pounding and I can't see straight. Shit, I love migraines. I get off the bed and go out into the kitchen, searching for some Asprin. I find none. Maybe Harry left it in his room. I check everywhere in there until I only have one drawer left. It's inside his nightstand. I pull open the drawer. There is a bunch of stuff in there and I dig to the bottom.

"F***!" I say and hit the wood on the bottom. It sounds hollow. It's a false bottom!

I hit one end of it really hard and then it flips open. Inside is a little baggy. I pull it out. Inside is a white powder. There is another one in there and it is full of leaves.

"Nonononononononononononononono." I mutter as I pull out my phone.

I google marijuana leaves, and pull up an image of them. They are identical to what is inside his bag. Then, I google cocaine powder and it matches what is in the other bag.

"F*** Harry." I moan.

There is dust on the bags so he hasn't touched them in a while. I'm sure he has a valid reason. He has to have a valid reason. HE HAS TO!

I flop back on the bed and stare at the bags. I don't know how long I lay there, but eventually I hear the door creak open. "STEPHANIE?" I hear Harry call.

I stuff the bags into the waistband of my pants and tuck the shirt over it. I won't embarrass him in front of Niall or Ally if they found her. God I hope they found her. I tread out into the living room to see Harry and Niall standing there, no Ally in sight.

"She wasn't anywhere around town and her car is parked in Walmart. She sure as hell isn't in the store. We checked everywhere in there and called her name over the speaker but she's not there," Niall says.

"Well, piss." I say. "Niall, try calling her, and see if you can track her cell phone. Harry can I see you in the hall for a minute?"

"Sure." He says, looking uneasy.

He follows me into the hall, and I lead him down the stairs and behind the building. He leans back against the wall. I pace in front of him.

"Hmm." I say. "Hmmm. HMM. HMMMMMMMMHMMMHMMMM!"

"Stephanie, are you having a nervous break down?" Harry asks.

"THE HELL I AM!" I screech.

"Stephanie, what's wrong with you?" Harry asks with a concerned look.

"What the hell is wrong with you Harry? What the hell are these?" I say and pull the bags out of my pants.

His face goes stark white. Then he starts to stutter. "I...I.. haven't...how...."

"Save it Harry. I am so disgusted I have no words. My god parent died from an overdose. He was my favorite uncle. I don't want that to happen to you! I can't even look at your right now!' I spit. "The second we find Ally we are going to have some major things to talk about but until then you are totally dead to me."

I storm away, leaving him shocked and sputtering for words. I storm back into the apartment.

"Her phone is in her car at the Walmart." Niall says, still worriedly looking at his computer. He turns to look at me. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I can't talk about it right now. Do you have any aspirin?" I ask, then I reach up and feel the area under my eyes. I didn't even realize I was crying until my hand is wet when I pull it away.

"Top shelf first cabinet." Niall says.

I grab the bottle and swallow two dry. "Keep looking. I need to lay down, can I lay on your bed?"

"Yeah, sure?" Niall says, confusion lacing his voice.

"Please don't let Harry come in. Please Niall, I can't talk about it right now." I plead.

"Yeah okay Stephanie." Niall says and nods, thankfully not asking any questions. I tread to his room and flop down on his comforter.

Soon my headache subsides enough for me close my eyes and fall asleep. When I wake, I hear Niall and Harry having a screaming match with each other through the door. And now I'm crying again. Great.

"NIALL JUST LET ME IN I JUST WANT TO SEE HER!" Harry pleads.

"Harry you made her cry and then she begged for me to not let you in there. I really don't think seeing her would be a good idea right now." Niall replies, his voice calm.

"NIALL!" Harry yells, his voice cracking. He takes a second to regain his composure before screaming, "WHEN DID YOU BECOME HER KEEPER? WHY DON"T YOU KEEP TRACK OF YOUR OWN GIRLFRIEND BEFORE YOU TRY AND LOOK AFTER MINE!" The door slams and I can tell Harry left. I feel sick to my stomach when I realize I'm glad Harry is gone. I hold back puke, and pull one of Niall's pillows over my eyes.