Remix’s POV

Tonight, the girls decide to hang out in the booth with me. I think they’re just trying to set me up with Harry, but that’s a big fat no. Harry is not my type. I prefer cool, bad asses... Nevermind. You don’t need to know. Harry is just... Ugh! He’s so annoying! The girls really want me to give him a chance, but I don’t want to.

I sit down and pull my headphones on to tune them out. Music has always had a big effect on my mood. It just calms me no matter what genre. The more energetic the better. I close my eyes and enjoy my mix of Icona Pop and Daft Punk. I somehow meshed their songs that sound kind of cool.

After a few songs, I take off my headphones and take out my phone. There’s only one person I want to talk to right now. I go through my contacts and call Jax. We’ve been texting today and I think he’s a cool guy. Tyler has a good taste in friends. The phone rings twice before he picks up. “Hey Hell Angel. What can I do for you?”

“Nothing. I just want to talk to someone who isn’t bugging me,” I say and glare at the girls. They roll their eyes and Jay mouths, ‘Who is it?’ “So what’s up, Tattoo Arm?” That’s my nickname for him since he has a tattoo sleeve on one arm while the other is plain. “Tell me something that will make my day.”

“Well, my friend, Dekker, is thinking of going to your club tomorrow. He has someone he wants to meet there,” He says making me smile. “I’m coming with him along with some of our friends. You’ll love them.”

“Cool. Just go to my booth tomorrow and you guys can hang out there,” I tell him and spin my chair to face the girls, their faces written with suspense. “I can’t wait for you to meet my friends. I’m pretty sure Jay is going to die if she doesn’t meet you.” She blushes and plays with her hair. “Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Cool,” He chuckles. “I gotta go. Dekker’s calling for me. We got some gang stuff to attend to.”

“You’re a part of a gang?” I ask with astonishment. “Which one?”

“Vipers,” He says before hanging up. Wait a minute. Isn’t that the one that rivals Harry’s? Cool! He’s going to flip. I slide my phone in my pocket and switch the tracks.

“Who was that?” El asks with a look of suspense mixed with worry.

“A friend I met when I was waiting for you two,” I say just as someone knocks on the door. “Can one of you get that?” I ask and spin my chair to face the floor. Maybe watching someone get dumped will make me feel better. I am a very weird girl.

The door closes and the lock clicks. "Why did you-" I freeze in mid-sentence when I realize it's Harry. I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "What do you want Styles? Shouldn't you be out there getting wasted so you can get laid?"

He chuckles and down on the couch, "The girls told me what you said." I roll my eyes and turn away. "So I came here to ask you on a date.” I scoff. He must be joking. “I’m serious. Let me take you out on a date.”

“Where you gonna take me?" I ask not really believing him. "Can't take me to a club. I hate clichés like restaurants and cinemas. And I hate surprises." He laughs. "So what do you suppose we do?"

"We can hang out at the House or walk around town," He proposes.

“What the hell is the House?” I ask finally facing him.

He smirks, “Come and find out.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll pick up at twelve. Be ready.”

*~*~*~*

Someone please reason with me. Why am I going? I got dressed up and Harry isn’t even here. It’s twelve fifty and he ain’t even here and sent a text. What a friggin’ gentleman. No matter what Jay tells me, I still think he was lying. She’s texted Liam, Eleanor, Perrie, and Niall. Where she got his number is a mystery to me. I miss out on a lot up in the booth.

“Remix!” Jay jumps the couch and sits next to me. “Liam just texted. Harry is on his way. He just got held up.”

I roll my eyes. Typical. I put on my headphones and put on 5 Seconds of Summer. My friend, Ashton is in it and I love their music. Sometimes I put a mix of theirs on. I blast Out of My Limit and close my eyes, “Wake me up when he’s here.”

After twenty minutes of Heartbreak Girl on loop, Jay finally announces his arrival. Finally! I rise from the couch and meet him at the door. He’s still in his usual attire. Black boots, black leather jacket, black jeans, and a tee. This time his tee is red. “What took you so long?”

“Business,” He says blandly. “Now c’mon. We’re going around London.” I roll my eyes and follow him outside. “Do you always wear headphones?”

“Majority of the time,” I sigh and sit in my seat. “Do you always wear black?”

He shrugs and unlocks the car. “Most of the time.” I open the door for myself since he’s not a gent. “So, tell me about yourself. Why don’t you use your real name?” A question everyone asks. Everyone has a nickname whether they know about it or not. I just go by Remix.

“It reminds me of my family,” I respond. “What made you start a gang?” He asks a personal question, I’m gonna fire one back. It’s only fair.

“Easy. I hate Dekker and he hates me. It started as a feud, one thing lead to another and now we’re gangs,” He explains. “His little friend is a jerk too. He helped him start this and it’s unforgivable. I think his name is Jake or Jack—”

“Jax Baine,” I tell him earning his confusion. “And he’s not that bad. He’s my friend and Tyler’s.”

“How do you know him?” He asks angrily. The veins in his hands are easy to see.

“Met him earlier,” I say. “And I can say he’s sweet. Better than you.”

He parks the car and glares at me, “Him and Dekker are mine and your friend’s worst enemies and you say he’s sweet? You clearly don’t know him.”

“Actually I do,” I counter. “Unlike you, he talks to me like an equal and is very open. You, sir, are a douchebag.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?!” He growls and falls back in his seat. “Every freaking girl I’ve known has fallen for me at first glance! Even Perrie and Eleanor! What the hell is up with you?! All you say is that I’m a douche!”

“Well, I’m sorry if you’re an self-absorbed, arrogant womanizer that can’t even take a hint and—”

I freeze in my spot not even knowing what is happening. Harry friggin’ Styles is kissing me.