*Harry’s POV*
"That was so cool!" I say to Jason, the leader of my gang. That's when I notice I'm the only one who wasn't bleeding, injured and limping. Jason spat blood onto the ground.
"What did you do Styles? Stand around while we got the shit beaten out of us?!" One of Jason's gang members, Marcus, asks.
"No I didn't! I punched Tomlinson in the jaw," I smirk.
"Sure ya did. Like a newbie could get a hit in at Tomlinson!" Marcus laughs.
"Shut up Marcus. I saw the punch. Not bad, Styles, especially for a new member. Wanna be my second in command?" Jason asks, patting my back. I practically beam and nod. Marcus sulks. He'd been wanting to be Jason's right hand man for months.
We all walk back to our apartment building. It was in the rough side of town, mostly where a lot of killings happened. Even the police rarely went here unless absolutely necessary. Jason's girlfriend quickly walked over and went to kiss Jason but he shoved her off roughly.
"Fix us up, bitch!" He orders and she nods meekly. She takes out the first aid box and starts to treat the gang’s wounds.
"Yo who's up for pizza?" Marcus asks and the gang roars out approval as Marcus orders three pizzas.
When the delivery guy comes Marcus points a gun at him. The guy places the pizzas outside the door and walks off. He knows how it works. Our gang never pays.
"So, guys, fancy going to a strip club tonight?" Jason asks. The lads all nod except for me.
"That sounds great but I'll stay here. Guard the territory," I answer. The gang shrugs and walks out, leaving me alone. I let out a sigh of relief. The real reason I didn't want to go was because I’m not interested in woman. I’m gay. But I can’t let Jason know that or I’ll be kicked out of the gang.
I grab a bag of nachos and sit down in front of the TV. I started to watch C.S.I. Miami before I fell asleep.
I'm looking up at a waiter.
"What can I get you?" He asks in a French accent.
"A chicken tikka masala and my date will have the same." I reply and I feel a hand squeeze mine. Must be my date.
We were given our food and we tucked in, not speaking for a moment as we ate.
"So I'm having a really nice time," I hear a manly voice say. Obviously I'm here with a man. Makes sense since I'm gay.
"Me too." I smile and I try to look at my date but I can’t move.
"This might seem a bit too forward but I really like you," my date says.
Without controlling myself I close my eyes and lean in for a kiss. I could feel the chemistry and the sparks fly even though it was a dream.
I break away from the kiss and open my eyes to see my date’s reaction. That's when I saw his face.
I wake up suddenly in a cold sweat. I'd been dreaming about Louis Tomlinson, the leader of the San Francisco Kings, and the leader of my rival gang.