Chapter Nine: So Now Let's Go.

We got into the backseat of the car, where Zayn turned round to us.

"We were wondering if when we have to pick Niall up, you two could go. We're going to be kind of busy, if you get me."

I sighed. "Fine. But, if Harry wants to stay at home he can."

He gave me the best look he could manage. "Thank you so fucking much!"

Daisy frowned. "Why so happy about that?"

He blushed, "Oh I have something I need to watch on the TV, or the computer."

"Ew, my twin's going to watch porn!"

"Can't you get a girl Harry?" Daisy sighed.

I burst out laughing, Harry shot me daggers. He put his middle finger up to her.

"Oh, someone's got attitude, no ice cream or you!"

He ignored Daisy and spent the rest of the trip back looking out the window at the stars in the sky. When we got back, Daisy and Zayn ran off straight away. I sighed and stayed outside, pulling a cigarette from a box in my pocket, which was full of more weed cigarettes.

"Tut-Tut." Said Harry, coming up behind me and scaring the shit out of me.

I sighed and took a long drag. "What do you want Curly?"

He came and sat down by me. "Why do you want to go on your own to pick up Niall?"

"Because, I want some time on my own, to think." I sighed gently, taking another long drag.

"Can I have one?"

I breathed out. "No fucking way. You are never smoking weed or doing any drugs, or smoking whatsoever, drinking is fine, but you are not getting involved in this." I waved the cigarette in front of his face. He tried to grab it out of my hand but I was too fast for him. I stuck my tongue out at him and laughed, checking my watch for the time.

"Ah shoot. I got to go pick up gay boy. See you in abit, enjoy your porn!"

I walked off into the car and looked behind me, where Harry was busy sticking up his middle finger to me.

"Wow, fucking badass." I yelled back to him.

"Thanks sis!" He yelled back.

I got into the car and started on my way to the hospital, taking a surprise turn. I headed towards where Beth lived. I didn't know what the fuck he saw in her. No doubt she did what she usually did, cheat on every single boyfriend she had. She was what everyone knew was a slut. I swear to god her legs had never met. Why did he care for such a slut? I texted Beth, telling her to get the fuck out of the house. I drove faster and faster as I approached the corner of their road. I push as hard as I could onto the accelerate, not looking at everyone's shocked expressions, I drove into the house, and then everything went black.