Undercover

**Note, I mean no racial discrimination in this chapter and I love all races. Please don't take this chapter the wrong way because that's not what I intended! Thank you! :)**

Songs for this chapter are:

One Direction- Midnight Memories (full album)

Eminem- Crack a Bottle

Eminem- Mockingbird

HARRY'S POV:

Finally. It's like 3:00 because my mom made me stay, take a nap, shower, and eat lunch with her. I have to admit though, it felt nice to be babied for once and not have a care in the world. Being at my mom's was a nice flashback of my life before it got so fucked up. When I'm at her house, it's like time has stopped and I don't have to care about any shit that's weighing down on my shoulders. I had to eventually say goodbye but before I left, she gave me some last minute advice. Her words still echo in my head as I park my car into the parking lot of the apartment building.

'Harry, your heart is in the right place, but your head isn't. Be careful what you say, because girls never forget'

Her advice circulated in my head. I knew what she meant. In the past I would not physically but emotionally damage girls. My words would speak without my mind's permission and I would end up hurting many many people. I know how to manipulate people's emotions and use that against them. My mom was one to always have an inkling about what's going to happen and I suspect she thinks I'm going to emotionally hurt Belle. I would never try to but I know it's going to be hard since she's so delicate. She'd never admit it, but she's very fragile and the slightest things hurt her feelings.

I turn the car off and rest my head against the steering wheel. My couple hours of bliss with my mom are over and know I have to get back to real world problems. Fuuuuuucckkkk. I grab my jacket off of the front seat and open my door to get out when I see him out of the corner of my eye. He's followed by a couple of his gang members. Ah fuck, I just got back, now I've got him to worry about too. Why would he be coming here? This is our turf and he clearly has his. We made that agreement a long time ago. I get out of the car and slam it shut. By this time Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn have seen him approaching and gather around me, ready to support me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Perrie, followed by Belle come out and join the rest of the group. Perrie pushes Belle up to join me by my side up in front. Why would she do that? Maybe she's on my side? Doubt it.

"Harry" He grins and as he approaches me, cigar hanging from his lips, Mexican accent rolling the r's in my name. Stopping a few feet away from me, his gang members surround him. He's got a golden tan, probably from his latino roots. All of his other buddies are latino with a few African Americans in the mix. His white tank top exposes his arms and a chest of muscles and tattoos. With black hair shaved into a buzz cut, low sagging jeans, and evil grin, he almost intimidates me. Almost. His gang, The Pachucos, specialize in drug manufacturing and dealing. I want my gang to have nothing to do with them. They're trouble.

"What do you want Butch?" I ask him in an annoyed tone

"It's Mayor Butch" he spits at me with his ridiculous accent and I can see he's getting irritated already. I hate his stupid name. It means 'Bigger Butch' because he grew to be larger than his father Butch. How stupid.

"I don't give a fuck. What are you doing here?"

"Oh mis amigos over here in the Juan Direction gang, always so angry, so mal. Can't a naño just talk to a fellow naño?" I hate the way he says our gang name. His smile is menacing and it's ticking me the fuck off.

"Just fucking spill it" My patience with him is running thin and I'm about to throw down.

"Ok ok, a pequeño pájaro informed me that you have some fresh meat. We came over to check it out" My eyes widen when I realize he's talking about Belle. I instantly reach to the side of me and grab her arm, pulling her behind me. I will protect her. I fell her tense and I gently rub her arm to sooth her. She seems to relax under this small gesture so I let go of her arm.

"Get the fuck out of here, you're not welcome" I spit at him, trying to frighten him, yet he doesn't even blink an eye.

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN BUTCH?!" I hear a voice say. I recognize that voice. I remember it slightly. I turn my head to the left to see a figure approaching. Wait a minute I know him. African-American, black tank top, sagging sweatpants, around seven people trailing behind him. It's OG (original gangster) and his gang The Rolling Ones. What the fuck are they doing here now? I just want to go take another nap and get rid of this headache everyone's giving me. I mean, with all three gangs all standing in a triangle formation to each other, it's starting to feel like a Mexican standoff. OG walks up to us and faces Butch.

"Butch, you promised me the OZ-" (ounces of drugs) "-if I brought the money" One of The Rolling Stones gang members holds forward an open briefcase full of money held together by cash tabs.

"Relax amigo, I've got your primos-" (mary-jane cigarette laced with coc) "-right here in this mochila" Butch says and hands over a black backpack.

"Hey hey hey!! We don't want your drug dealer shit on our turf. We don't play like that" I say to them while waving my hands in the air. I don't want their nasty ass drugs on our property

"Hah, look at this lil cracker-" (a Caucasian person) "-trying to act all gangster like us. Newsflash lil white boy, you'll never be gangster. That's a pimp thing" he laughs and gestures for his gang to laugh. They start to laugh along with him. I grit my teeth to stop myself from cussing them out. I'm about to speak when someone beats me to it.

"Well excuse me," Belle says "but African-American gangsters actually originated from Caucasian gangsters. We were the real OG's. Ever heard of Al Capone? Yeah he was the real deal, unlike you wanna be gangsters. He and his gang went to jail for years and years for starting massacres and carrying extremely dangerous weapons and drugs. I bet you joined this gang when you guys were 16 or 17? Al Capone joined the Colosimo gang when he was in 6th grade. 6th grade!!" she finishes and I'm shocked. Does she want to get herself killed? God damn she just had to be a smart ass.

"The bonita chica is right you know" Butch speaks up before OG has a chance to. Now that I think about it, OG is a really stupid name too. At least Butch stuck with his original name like me. OG's face is blank and I wish I could tell what he's thinking. I look back at Belle to see a smug look setting in on her face. I bite my lip to stop the giggles that are about to come. Belle put him in his place and that's one of the best feelings ever.

"You think this is funny Styles?" OG demands and walks closer to me.

"No, but I find it amusing how a little girl can get you worked up and put you in your place" I smirk at him and hear the rest of my gang snicker.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you" He threatens. His muscles are huge along with his size but I've taken him down before. Out of the corner of my eye I feel Belle tense up at OG's closeness to me.

"Boy am I scared" I retort sarcastically. I see the vain in his neck pop out and I know what's coming. He swings his fist around and I detect the punch, but apparently I'm not quick enough because he manages to punch me square in the jaw. I stumble back from the impact of the blow and shock. I hear Belle scream my name. I look up to see Belle run up and pounce on OG's back. She scrapes her nails down the side of his face, leaving a claw marks that are starting to ooze blood. The boys take this as a signal to start fighting so they start to take on the other gang. Butch and The Pacuchos just sit back and enjoy the fight that just broke out. To my dismay, my boys are losing and OG has run off, out of my sight, along with Belle. Shit, Belle. I get up just when OG whistles for his gang to retreat. I breath a sigh of relief and my head ache finally starts to ease up now that they're leaving. That is until I see OG running towards their black car with an unconscious Belle hanging over his shoulders.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I take off in a sprint but OG is already getting into his car.

"BELLE!!" I scream for him as they take off in a cloud of smoke.

Shit. They've got Belle.

Notes

OOOOOOHHHH! They've got Belle!! What is Harry going to do now?! Well that was my quick update before I leave for Florida tomorrow! I probably won't update until I get back which is on the 27th! Sorry to leave you guys on a cliff hanger but you know I love y'all! If I didn't love you guys I wouldn't be sitting here getting yelled at for not packing while writing. Also check out my other story Just A Cook which is having its finale!! :( It was the first fanfic I've ever written and I'm sad to see it go but I felt like it was time. I will be updating part 2 of the finale hopefully soon! Love you guys! I might just update this in Florida if I get at least 15 comments. I know that's a lot to ask for but come on, it's Christmas. Love you guys! Stay gorgeous!

-T