Undercover

I'm feeling in the Christmas spirit so here's a long, unedited chapter for you guys :) Merry Christmas!

no songs for this chapter, I didn't listen to music this time!

BELLE'S POV:

I try not to panic as I open my eyes to the forgein sight. Blinking a couple of times, I can tell that it's a van, a van going very fast. The memories of what happened slowly piece back together in my mind. I silently scold myself for being so stupid.

Alright Belle, you know what to do, you're a cop. Shit, my gun is back in Perrie's room. Ok calm down and do what they taught you to do at the academy. Step one, observe surroundings. Fluorescent lights lined the top of the back of the van, illuminating the gang members sitting in the back with me. They were too busy smoking their freshly rolled blunts and inspecting each other's guns to notice me. I was hastily plopped in the corner of the van to lie in the shadows. They couldn't exactly see me, which was good. My eyes wandered up to the front where I could just barely catch a glimpse of two heads talking in hushed whispers in the front seat. I could tell by the way they twitched nervously that the matter they were whispering about was urgent. I craned my neck slightly to try to get a better view and catch a bit of their conversation

"what are we gonna do with her?" The guy sitting in shotgun asked nervously "Harry's gonna come after her"

"we'll have to take her to the safe house, Harry doesn't know where that is" the guy driving says. I instantly recognize his voice, he's OG.

"I'll call Maddog to send our dear friend Harry and his goons on a bit of a wild goose chase" the shotgun guy says and OG laughs

"perfect"

the rest of their conversation was drowned out by the clanking of beer bottles and the laughing of the gang members in the back. Smoke clouded the small van and I could tell that these guys were high and beyond wasted. I slumped my neck back down and looked around the rest of the space. To the right of me, a wire rack had been hastily attached to the wall and held different types of guns and cases of beer. The bottom shelf held bags of weed and the black backpack.

Ok step two, locate any weapons that can be used to get you out. Of course there were the guns and I could try to reach for one, but that would be a plan B. I slowly patted myself down, feeling for any sharp objects in Perrie's jacket that I borrowed. Please let there be a weapon. Please. On an inside pocket, my hand wraps around something cold. I slowly pull it out, not wanting to draw attention to myself. To my surprise, I pull out a small silver gun, about the size of a graham cracker. I carefully check to make sure that the gun is loaded, cringing as it makes a clicking noise. Thankfully they didn't hear it. My stomach drops as I see that it's empty. Fuck. Ok Belle, don't panic, you've got it all under control. I keep the gun in my hand, I mean at least I can fake bullets in it right? I pat down Perrie's jacket once more before feeling something cold. I pull it out, and to my relief, it's a knife. Hope floods through me as I start to formulate a plan in my mind. I could take them all on if I wanted to.

A requirement in the police academy was combat and I was too of my class for that, taking on people way out of my weight class, women and men. I've fought 2 people at once but 4? Now that was a challenge. And that was just 4 in the back, not to mention OG and his friend up front. Relax Belle, you've got this. They're high and drunk, making them slower and it harder for them to function. The lock on the back door, luckily, was old and could be easily broken by kick. I would fight the four men in the back, kick open the back door, and tuck and roll out. Hopefully, I would land by a store or house of some sort. Adrenaline already starting to rush, I begin step 3, take action.

HARRY'S POV:

"Fuck" I yell loudly, looking at the remaining smashed bits of her cell phone on the pavement. Now we have no way to contact her except through OG. Truth was, I was worried about her. I know they would torture her until came running to her rescue, which is exactly what they expect me to.

"Niall, Louis!" I yell. They come rushing up to me like little bellhops working at a hotel "grab Chase and 3 others. Take a van and try to follow them" they nod their heads in agreement before running off to get going, knowing that I'm angry. Bad things happen when I'm angry. Fuck, I'm angry. I smash my fist into the side of my pristine black car, denting it and tearing at the delicate skin of my knuckles. I need my Belle back. Now. She's mine and no one will take her. A sense of determination overcomes me and I suddenly spring into action

"Zayn, Liam, get over here!" I bark at them. They rush over "find 4 others, take a car and go to The Rolling Ones' headquarters. See if Belle is there and if not try to get some information out of one of their scrawny little gang members. Take Isaac with you, he's the muscle" I say and point him. He's 6'9" and 300 pounds of pure muscle. He usually does our dirty work, since he's a freakish giant with the biggest biceps I've ever seen.

"got it" Liam chimes

"call me if you find her"

"anything else you want?"

"yeah, if she's there, give em hell" I spit. They nod before running off, yelling at Isaac to follow them. He looks at me for consent and I nod, telling him to go. He nods back and runs off with them. I run my fingers through my hair over and over again, tugging at the roots.

"Perrie!" I call to her. She scampers over, high heels clanking on the ground.

"Yes Harry, anything I can do?!" Her words are rushed and panicked, laced with worry. The blue eyes I've come to know so well sit just above her nose, wide with fear.

"I know you car about Belle just as much as I do. Now you may not care for me that much at the moment but I need your help. Now. These guys are dangerous and they'll use every trick in the book to lure me in"

"I understand Harry, you've got my full cooperation. One question, why did they take Belle? I mean sure she was attacking them but they could've just left her. I guess my real question is, why do they want you?" Her accent gets heavier the more worried and fearful she gets but every word was crystal clear to me

"Honestly, I don't know. I wish I did. It's probably because I've had some guys take out some of their smaller members who have been snooping around out grounds. They probably were getting fed up and wanted to teach me a lesson" I half lie. I truthfully didn't specifically know exactly why they're after me, but I can think of a list long of options, and they lie I just told Perrie wasn't even on it. She narrows her eyes at me skeptically before brushing it off, realizing that my lie wasn't the biggest problem at the moment

"ok what do you want me to do Harry?" The worry is back and I have a feeling she's going to do everything possible to keep her out of harms way.

"Perrie, I need you go into my room and into my desk. In the bottom right drawer there should be some files. Pull out a file labeled OG and look at it. Look at any information we've collected that might clue together where they're headed. Here's the key to my room. I'm pretty sure you know which one it is but if you don't the room number is on the key" I pull the small key out of my pocket and toss it to her

"got it" she says with determination that matches my own "oh and Harry?" she asks

"yeah?"

"we'll get her. I wouldn't worry too much about her. I know Belle. She's a one hell of a fighter and she'll knock them back into hell before they can touch her"

I smile at her fierce words, motivating me to find Belle. I search every last inch of this earth until we find her. Perrie runs inside the building frantically and I realize that she's pretty cool. Well, she's alright.

"Whitney!" I yell, searching for the blonde bimbo. She comes running up, boobs bouncing up and down and heels clanking on the concrete

"yes Harry?" She bats her fake eyelashes at me. Fuck, how can she be flirting with me at a time like this. Suddenly my tolerance with her becomes very small.

"Bring me me phone"

"oh relax Harry, I can take your mind off of things" she purrs and pushes herself onto me. She starts to rub my sholders, lips grazing my neck. The old me would take her into my car and fuck her senseless. But now this is just frickin repulsive

"I said, bring. Me. My. Fucking. Phone. Now." I command through gritted teeth

"ok ok!" She squeals but scampers off anyway Seconds later she appears with my phone, running off, probably finding someone else to fuck. I search my contacts until I find his name and click on it. The phone dials and rings 3 times before I hear a voice on the other line

"hello" his ridiculously deep British accent rings throughout my ear and I take a deep breath. Now or Neve I guess.

"I need your help" I say urgently and I can almost hear his smirk

"I knew you would call, son"

Notes

Woah! Crazy chapter! Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I didn't edit it. Gonna keep this short and sweet so merry Christmas! You're lucky I updated since you didn't reach my comment requirement :) but I was in a good mood and y'all were so close so whatever. Please answer my questions for this chapter and know this, I truely won't update until I get 10 comments

WHY DO THE ROLLING ONES WANT HARRY?

WILL BELLE'S PLAN WORK?

DOES PERRIE TRUST HARRY?

HOW DO YOU THINK THINKGS WILL GO WITH HARRY'S FATHER?

Happy holidays :)