Dj Danger
Hidden Criminal
Harry's P.O.V.
“Well.. I wasn’t expecting you till tonight.” I said, smiling.
"Y-you work here, too?" She asked, her face seemed to be in disbelief.
I nodded. Mrs. Jones coughed as Bree and I exchanged smiles.
"Later." I mouthed at Bree.
She nodded gently and smiled, mouthing a soft "okay". I looked at Mrs. Jones, her face slightly suspicious of us both.
"Get back to work, Styles." Mrs. Jones ordered. I took one last glance at Bree before I head back to the kitchen.
**
6:00 pm.
Looking at the clock, I was relieved as I realized my shift was already over. I grabbed my things from the storage room and bid Mrs. Jones and the other workers goodbye.
Usually, I would be all tired from work, considering I still had the whole night ahead of me. I still had to work at the club. Though this time, my tiredness seemed to be non-existent. as I knew that this was going to be a good night. And I knew exactly why.
Riding my motor cycle, I stopped by my flat before going to the club to change.
Before I could enter my flat, I heard a familiar voice call out my name from behind me.
"Harry!"
I turned to face to the direction where the voice was coming from.
"Jack?" I asked, confused. It seemed like someone was chasing him.
Running towards my flat, he panted. "I need your help, man."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Cops." He laughed since he was used to these kinds of situations. Knowing Jack, he must have done something to piss off the cops again.
"Tss. What did you this time?" I asked as I twisted the door knob open. Jack entered first as he felt at home inside of my flat.
"Nothing serious." He voice, assuring. Although judging from his facial expression, it didn't seem "nothing serious" at all.
"Right." I scoffed.
"Look, man, I need to hide." He said.
So he was going to hide at my flat? Great. But I had no choice. He was a friend.
"Feel at home." I said, halfheartedly.
Jack grabbed an apple from the fridge and jumped on my couch. He took my statement too seriously.
"So, can I count on you?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"You do know what I mean, right?" He cocked his brow. "Reckon what I told you at the club?"
Shit. He still remembered. I have been thinking about what he said for a while now.
"So?" He asked. "C'mon, man. Help me out."
"Yeah." I sighed, as I changed into a white shirt, and put on a blazer.
Jack scoffed. "What's with the outfit? Goin' on a date?"
"Something like that." I said.
Bree's P.O.V.
It was already 7pm, but dad had not arrived yet. He has been very busy lately. Well, I won't complain since I actually feel free right now.
My happiness became short-lived as I heard the soft roar of the engine from the front. Dad had arrived.
So much for freedom.
I quickly opened the door for dad.
"You've been busy, dad?" I asked softly.
He sighed and threw his car keys on the table. "Yes. Something came up at work."
"Oh."
"Have you eaten?" Dad asked.
"Yes.."
"Good. I'm going to skip dinner tonight. I need some rest."
"You sure you aren't hungry, dad?"
"Yes." Dad said as he went upstairs.
I had to wait until dad was already asleep. This was the cue for my escape.
But before I could go, I needed to find an outfit. I did't really have a good taste in fashion, and I wouldn't know what would be the more appropriate thing to wear so I decided to wear the usual outfit I wore. (http://s3.favim.com/orig/38/converse-fashion-jeans-photography-shoes-Favim.com-312645.jpg)
After an hour or two, I peeked at dad's room and I was sure he was already asleep. I quickly sneaked out from my window and jumped on the soft bush.
"Ow." I laughed.
Harry's P.O.V.
I looked at the thick crowd as I was enjoying my view of people dancing their hearts away. The Ramones were on. I hadn't forgotten about her request.
When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that's
always changing things
Makes wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever want to be that way
"One vodka please." I told the bartender.
I continued to looked around when suddenly, my eyes stopped at the familiar figure who had just arrived; a person I've been expecting.
"Make that two please." I said.
“Well.. I wasn’t expecting you till tonight.” I said, smiling.
"Y-you work here, too?" She asked, her face seemed to be in disbelief.
I nodded. Mrs. Jones coughed as Bree and I exchanged smiles.
"Later." I mouthed at Bree.
She nodded gently and smiled, mouthing a soft "okay". I looked at Mrs. Jones, her face slightly suspicious of us both.
"Get back to work, Styles." Mrs. Jones ordered. I took one last glance at Bree before I head back to the kitchen.
**
6:00 pm.
Looking at the clock, I was relieved as I realized my shift was already over. I grabbed my things from the storage room and bid Mrs. Jones and the other workers goodbye.
Usually, I would be all tired from work, considering I still had the whole night ahead of me. I still had to work at the club. Though this time, my tiredness seemed to be non-existent. as I knew that this was going to be a good night. And I knew exactly why.
Riding my motor cycle, I stopped by my flat before going to the club to change.
Before I could enter my flat, I heard a familiar voice call out my name from behind me.
"Harry!"
I turned to face to the direction where the voice was coming from.
"Jack?" I asked, confused. It seemed like someone was chasing him.
Running towards my flat, he panted. "I need your help, man."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Cops." He laughed since he was used to these kinds of situations. Knowing Jack, he must have done something to piss off the cops again.
"Tss. What did you this time?" I asked as I twisted the door knob open. Jack entered first as he felt at home inside of my flat.
"Nothing serious." He voice, assuring. Although judging from his facial expression, it didn't seem "nothing serious" at all.
"Right." I scoffed.
"Look, man, I need to hide." He said.
So he was going to hide at my flat? Great. But I had no choice. He was a friend.
"Feel at home." I said, halfheartedly.
Jack grabbed an apple from the fridge and jumped on my couch. He took my statement too seriously.
"So, can I count on you?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"You do know what I mean, right?" He cocked his brow. "Reckon what I told you at the club?"
Shit. He still remembered. I have been thinking about what he said for a while now.
"So?" He asked. "C'mon, man. Help me out."
"Yeah." I sighed, as I changed into a white shirt, and put on a blazer.
Jack scoffed. "What's with the outfit? Goin' on a date?"
"Something like that." I said.
Bree's P.O.V.
It was already 7pm, but dad had not arrived yet. He has been very busy lately. Well, I won't complain since I actually feel free right now.
My happiness became short-lived as I heard the soft roar of the engine from the front. Dad had arrived.
So much for freedom.
I quickly opened the door for dad.
"You've been busy, dad?" I asked softly.
He sighed and threw his car keys on the table. "Yes. Something came up at work."
"Oh."
"Have you eaten?" Dad asked.
"Yes.."
"Good. I'm going to skip dinner tonight. I need some rest."
"You sure you aren't hungry, dad?"
"Yes." Dad said as he went upstairs.
I had to wait until dad was already asleep. This was the cue for my escape.
But before I could go, I needed to find an outfit. I did't really have a good taste in fashion, and I wouldn't know what would be the more appropriate thing to wear so I decided to wear the usual outfit I wore. (http://s3.favim.com/orig/38/converse-fashion-jeans-photography-shoes-Favim.com-312645.jpg)
After an hour or two, I peeked at dad's room and I was sure he was already asleep. I quickly sneaked out from my window and jumped on the soft bush.
"Ow." I laughed.
Harry's P.O.V.
I looked at the thick crowd as I was enjoying my view of people dancing their hearts away. The Ramones were on. I hadn't forgotten about her request.
When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that's
always changing things
Makes wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever want to be that way
"One vodka please." I told the bartender.
I continued to looked around when suddenly, my eyes stopped at the familiar figure who had just arrived; a person I've been expecting.
"Make that two please." I said.
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