Deceived Love

Chapter Thirteen**

SO HERES WHAT HARRY DOES AFTER KNOWING HE'S IN DANGER!! BOTH POVs HERE :D TThe boys come out and they have a serious talk...PLEASE READ GIRLlES Thanks lovlies <333

Harry’s P.O.V.

It’s been 3 days since my date with Amanda. Currently I was seated at my desk at work, trying to find trace of the supposed trader. Nothing. Amanda had texted me multiple messages, of which I’ve read, but not answered. I couldn’t tell her what was going on in my fucking life. She would probably never speak to me again and walk away. And I wouldn’t handle that. I needed her in my life. She is so different from all the other girls I’ve met, not that I’ve met many. But something inside me felt different whenever she was near. I would fight for her love, no matter what.

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 I was seated on my couch, waiting for the lads to come through the door any minute. I needed to tell them what deep shit I was into. They were the only ones that could help me out of this screwed up mess. I had a plan in mind.

All of a sudden I heard a car engine stop right in front of my flat. Three minutes later Niall, Zayn, Liam and Louis made it through the door, all wearing black clothes from head to toe. They came in closing the door behind them, and stalking over to the unoccupied couches. I was leaning on my elbows, sitting uncomfortably as they sat down getting comfortable.

“What’s the matter Harold?” asked Niall with his thick Irish accent. He was leaning on the arm rest his eyes concerned. I looked at all four of them as they all had their attention to me.

“I have a problem, a fucking big one” I sighed, rubbing my face. They all looked at me confused. “I’m in trouble, I haven’t told you guys what I do for a living,” I sputtered, not liking I had to confess to them.

“Sure we know, you work as a tour guide,” addressed Louis, like it was the obvious. I sighed once again, standing up and running a hand through my hair.

“Guys, this is serious shit,” I stressed, sounding more annoyed than I wanted to. All four lads straightened up, waiting for me to continue.

“I’m Scott’s number one worker; he’s the world’s greatest drug dealer, and I am the one who manages his men to bring in the fucking coke,” I emphasized. All their eyes widened in shock.  “I didn’t want you guys to know because I’m fucking ashamed myself for getting into this mess,” I stated, looking at them as they sat there, their mouths closed shut, not saying a word.

“Well, are you lads gonna just sit there, or tell me how ashamed you are of me?!” I exclaimed, their silence killing me. Just then, Zayn stood up, walking over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder, as the other boys got up as well and made their way over to us. I looked into his eyes.

“Harry, we are your best mates, we are not here to judge you. You need our help, tell us what you need,” he announced calmly, as the other lads shook their heads in approval.

That’s why these four boys are my best mates.