//Chapter Eighteen//

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We had been driving now for four hours. We were well out of town now.
I had been squinting my head between the small window, which was a tiny gape in the back of the boot. I was gazing out at countryside now, I didn't even know if there was any countryside in California. I was asleep for most of the journey so I didn't know if we had been driving for longer.
Harry fainted earlier, about two hours ago, but he regained his dignity and awoke three minutes later.
I was now sitting in the back seat with Harry. Zayn and Liam had left about half an hour ago, they got dropped off at a drug den, for business to take care of. But Louis was going to phone this guy that was a criminal as well, but he was good at helping other criminals incase they were injured.
"We're here,"Louis spoke, while stopping the car and opening a bottle of water and taking a gulp, then screwing the lid back on.
"How's Harry going to get out?"i said, as I flickered my gaze towards Harry, who was lying with his eyes closed, but with a smirk playing on his face.
"Your helping me, Bells"Louis laughed, then stepped out of the car and walking around to the side where Harry's head was.
"C'mon Haz, get up,"Louis said, shaking his shoulders.
"No,"Harry protested, with his eyes still closed.
"Get up or I'll stab you again,"i said, as he shot up then held his torso in pain.
"You wouldn't,"he warned, staring into my eyes, while Louis was laughing behind him.
"I would,"i grinned.
"But love, just a warning. You don't have your knife, I have it,"Louis said, smirking, then licking his lips.
"Oh do you?"i laughed, then rested my head on my hand.
"I do-"he laughed, then he padded his jacket and a frown came to play on his face.
"Where is it?!"He panicked, then his eyes darted onto mine, as I held the knife, playing with it between my fingers.
"How did you?-"Harry paused, then turned to look at Louis.
"I'm sneaky, professional, and if I have to live with you as I criminal, I'll become one,"I smiled, then pulled out Harry's gold revolver, out of my sleeve.
"Zayn had that?"Harry whispered to Louis.
"I know,"he said, eyes widened.
"Your good, love,"Louis clapped, smiling away.
"Yeah, real good,"Harry laughed, gazing his eyes towards my low pink top, which showed some cleavage. As I closed my jacket, then he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I was looking at that,"he frowned, eyebrows connected.
"I know, but it's mine,"i joked, then I gabbed his ankles and Louis grabbed him under his arms and pulled then I lifted his legs.
"God, this is so sore,"Harry clenched, his jaw tightened.
"Sorry boo,"i laughed, as he glared at me.
We carried him into a blue coloured flat, which was extremely large for a criminals hospital.
When we walked in there was a woman at a desk, she had piercings on her eyebrows, nose, face, ears, lip and one small diamonte under her eye, almost to look like a beauty spot. Her hair was a washed out blonde with a fiery red dip-dye. Her fashion sense was in no order nurse like. She had on a leather jacket, packed with loads of silver and gold studs, with a metallic red belly top showing off her belly-bottom piercing, her bottom half was a pair or black denim shorts with more studs and her feet had on black boots.
She noticed us walking in, behind her desk, as she smiled, her white teeth waning brightly.
"Hi there, how can I help-"she said then saw Harry.
"Harry, babe, what have you done now?"She said, raising an eyebrow as he limped in with Louis, his arm around his shoulder.
"My crush stabbed me,"he clenched, trying to smile.
My cheeks flamed red, I was his crush. Aw. Cute little Harry.
"Must have been me then?"She smirked, as Harry shot her a glare.
"No it was her,"He grinned, as my cheeks burned, like the colour of the woman's top.
"Aw, you're a thing?"She smiled at me.
"No,"i laughed, as Harry frowned.
"He's still to ask her,"Louis said, then sat Harry down on one of the waiting chairs to check him in as I sat with Harry.
"Why did you do it?"I said, not looking at him but I felt his gaze on me.
"Because, I wanted to protect you,"he said, then I looked at him.
"But, bringing me into a gang of crime, doesn't really protect me,"i laughed, then frowned.
"I know, but the gang can protect you from others,"he drifted off, then scrunched up his face, his torso now in pain.
"Getting more sore?"i said, rubbing his shoulder for comfort.
"Yep,"he groaned, then Louis shouted on us to go to a room, as I helped Harry up, him leaning on my shoulder.
"Let's get you some rest, mate,"Louis said, then helped me help Harry.
"I think he needs it, he looks tired,"i said, then Louis and Harry nodded simultaneously.

We arrived in a room, which wasn't the nicest but it had everything Harry needed to get better. It was a creamy egg colour, with the paint peeling off the walls at the corners. Harry looked around the room with disgust, then Louis handed him a bag, I'm guessing his clothes etc.
"Thanks Lou,"Harry said, then opened the bag and pulled out a blanket.
"Why?"i said, as he and Louis raised there eyebrows.
"Have you seen how cold this place is?"Harry explained, as I just shook my head, giggling.
"I know right, Belle,"Louis agreed, as I nodded to him.
Harry climbed into the bed, as the Doctor came in. He placed a metal trolley next to Harry's bed, then placed some gloves in his hands.
"Alright Haz, how you doin?"he said to him, as Harry nodded his head and replied with so so.
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The festival was bright with lights that beamed in all directions. The children were clapping and squealing about the large rides they were playing on.
I spotted the young male Maxwell, as I walked towards the dumpster, then hid behind it. Harry's face showed at the stone wall behind the candy store. As he nodded to me and I put the black beanie on my head to disguise my face and stalked behind the man, hiding my gun up my sleeve.
Harry sauntered out behind the wall and grabbed the man by the throat.
"Where's the money?!"he yelled in the man's face.
"What money?"the man panicked, as I came out behind Harry.
"Belle?!"He said, shocked to see me.
"Hi Maxwell, now this is your choice. Give us the money, make it simple. Or don't give us the money, then die. Your choice?"i offered as the mans face, saddened.
"I can't believe you have up life to be like this, he doesn't even love you,"he frowned as Harry's jaw tightened.
"Don't talk about him that way. Of course he loves me!"I cried and pulled out the gun, now pointing it at the man as he gasped and tried to run, but Harry caught him.
"He doesn't love you! He only needed another member of his scrawny gang because Blake died!"He cried, then fell to the ground.
Before I knew it I had shot him in the head.
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I jumped out of my sleepy dream, to find tears all over my face, and sweat piling on my forehead.
"What's wrong?"Louis said, gripping my thigh, as I shuffled uneasily next to him in the other chair.
"Bad dream,"i whispered, noticing Harry and him were awake.
"You snore,"Harry said, laughing, he was now sitting up eating a McDonalds.
"He's trying to change the subject,"Louis said as I tilted my head, being confused and all.
"He had a bad dream too,"Louis smirked as Harry pretended to shoot him.
"Louis, can I talk to Harry alone for about ten minutes,"i said, as Louis stood up and opened the door, standing at the door frame.
"I didn't know it takes ten minutes for you to fuck him, Belle."Louis joked, I think, then walked out.
"What?"Harry said, turning on his side to face me, squeezing his eyes in a tiny bit of pain but it quickly went away.
"What was your dream like?"i wondered, flashing back to mine.
"You apparently didn't love me in the future, you hated me,"he lowered, his voice breaking.
"Yours?"he frowned.
"You didn't love me, this man, I killed him, his name was-"I continued.
"Maxwell,"we both said simultaneously, then our eyes widened at our twin moment.
"Woah,"Harry sighed.
"Did you shoot him in your dream?"i said, questions just coming out of my mouth.
"No. You did,"he said, eyebrows lowering.
I guess this was my future.

A criminal.

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