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"This is such a bad idea. I cannot believe I let you talk me through this!" "Then why are you coming along?" I question Harry, taking a sharp left turn onto the main road and accelerating towards our destination. My GPS shows it to be around a minute away, so I remain on the lookout. "Uh, coz you dragged me downstairs by my pants like a damn bully! And I can't say no to you for some reason." He logics while fidgeting in his seat and shaking his head as I spot the neon pink sign on my left side. "Would you have preferred I dragged you with your willy, Haz?" I speak casually, snickering at the damn thought of it. He gives me his very definitive "what the fuck" look with both his eyebrows erect and rubs his hands all over his face in frustration. I mouth a little sorry to him, holding his ear closest to me instead of my own. He swats my hands away and scoffs at me. "This is not funny, Hope Emily Wilson." He asserts, biting his lower lip in worry. "And, one of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong and that certainly cannot be you." "Sshhhh. Nothing will go wrong. Positive thoughts." I reject his suspicions as I bring my car to a halt behind the building, pulling the handbrake to secure it. "This is so illegal. Criminal. Felonious. You're 16 and driving the car with not even a learner's license in hand. I am 16 and we are at this club we are not even supposed to be at in the first place." I smack my palm over his mouth to keep him from talking anymore. The Red Herring. This club is on my bucket list with Harry for quite some time now and it's time to just tick it out already before he leaves for X-Factor.
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