Infatuated (hsau)

chapter 11.

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And do me a favor, and ask, if you need some help
She said, do me a favor, and stop flattering yourself
And to tear apart the ties that bind
Perhaps "fuck off" might be too kind
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Harlow Dean

Harrys enjoying himself tonight by the looks of things. Although judging by the size of his pupils and regular trips to the bathroom, there's definitely a reason for this happiness. He's also being friendly tonight and hasn't asked me to fuck him so he's definitely on something.

Saying that, I've not spoken to him in the last hour and the club is away to close. He's not even sitting there with the rest of his friends which is weird, he never seems to leave their side.

Now I'm paranoid. I don't trust him to be alone in the private areas of the club. He's a fucking gang leader and definitely a criminal.

Hopefully his friends know where he is, hopefully they're sober enough to actually talk because I'm actually really paranoid. On their table are three little bags of white powder sitting there in the open, exactly what I don't like having in my club. Great.

I pick the bags up, grabbing their attention considering they were far too engrossed in whatever the hell they were laughing at to realise I'm standing there.

"Hi Harlow, can I get that please?" Asks Louis, holding up his hand in an attempt to take the bags of coke, however I just pull my hand away immediately.

Nice try.

They're about to leave and I'd rather they got home safely than take things further than they've already gone and end up somewhere they shouldn't. I don't even know these guys well enough to feel bad, but as the owner of the club I have a duty of care and I don't want these guys doing something stupid when they leave.

Nonetheless, they're all pretty fucked right now, I'm sure these three bags wouldn't have much of an impact considering their current state anyway.

"Where's Harry?" I ask them.

"Your guess is as good as mine sweetheart," chuckles Niall, causing Zayn and Louis to burst into laughter yet Liam just looks at them confused because clearly never found that funny either.

"Out the back for a smoke a while ago." Says Liam, pouring the rest of his drink down his throat.

Does Harry know that the back of the club is for staff only? He doesn't work here and he really has to stop going back there, it's not his club to waltz around freely in.

I thank Liam for being the only useful person amongst them and head outside the back of the club in the hopes to find Harry in one piece. If he's out there fighting with someone I'll genuinely lose my shit. Even if he is just smoking, why does he feel like he can go through the staff corridor and smoke in the staff car park? He's

There he is, sat on the curb just to the side of the step with a lighter and pack of cigarettes on the floor in front of him. He's not smoking, although the boys did say he's been gone for a while so that would make sense. Why's he still out here though?

"Harry?" I query, to which he snaps his head round to look at me with heavy eyes.

Oh my lord he's so drunk, I can literally see it in his face.