Undercover

TEN COMMENTS BEFORE THE NEXT CHAPTER

Songs for this chapter are:

Smells like Teen Spirit- Nirvana

Dani California- Red Hot Chili Peppers

Even Flow- Pearl Jam

"Where the fuck is he?" I ask frustratedly, running my fingers repeatedly through my hair and pacing over the cracked concrete ground. Weeds sprout through the cracks and little rain drops wet the ground, turning it a darker shade of brown. My black shoes are scuffed at the tips and are tearing a bit. I pick at the frayed hole in the black denim jeans the cover my legs. He needs to hurry the fuck up. I yank my phone out of my back pocket and debate on calling him. On one hand, I need to know where he is and if he's close, on the other hand, I don't want to go through yet another awkward conversation. God knows we'll be having plenty of those. I unlock my phone after mentally debating it, Belle is worth an awkward conversation with my dad, just as a sleek black car pulls up.

Thank god. The car is a shiny black color, littered with little rain drops. I can almost imagine Belle admiring this car, the way it's painted, how the engine purrs like a cat. The tinted back window rolls down revealing the infamous face I've come to know. His hair color matches his car, jet black and sleekly jelled back. His eyebrows are bushy, just as I remembered and his face starting to sag a bit. The dark brown eyes that I remember are covered up by aviators and his familiar smirk is etched onto his face.

"Hello Harry, you look well" he says. His accent is deep and thick like it was fresh out if England. I roll my eyes at his words and walk around to the other side of the car. The smooth handle moves easily under my forceful grip and the door opens quickly. I hastily get in and settle myself on the plush, leather interior.

"Let's just get going" I snap. Now that I get to see him fully I come to hate him even more. I hate the way that his suit is cleanly pressed and even darker than his hair. I hate the way his car works so beautifully and smoothly. I hate the way he's so rich he even has an old driver that should be well retired by now. And most of all, I hate the way he took everything from my mother and left her to pick up the broken pieces all by herself, making her survive off of scraps.

"Temper son, temper" he says and his smirk deepens. He knows he's dancing on a thin line with me and I can tell he's pushing his limits

"Whatever, did you find out anything?" I ask him, my voice almost a growl

"As a matter of fact I did. I went through one of my old files and now I remember selling a building to him. It was a strange sale, it was an abandoned mental hospital that half burned down" He pauses and we both gulp at the same time "anyway, I offered to have some construction workers go down there and clear out the old supplies in there. I remember that building being very creepy with all sorts of things they used to use in the hospital. Beds that strapped you down, shock therapy machines, scalpels, and other machines that didn't recognize"

Despite the tension that was in the car just minutes before, we both are pale faced and starting to sweat. One thing that my father and I had in common was superstition, even though I'd never admit it. My stomach churns at the thought of what they're doing to Belle. If any of those machines are still active...

"So we're heading there now" My father concludes and I mentally thank the man sitting in front of my for cutting off my horrific thoughts.

"Do we have backup or anything?" I ask

"Yes I've phoned a number of your friends and several of my powerful friends who are on their ways now" My head spins when he mentions his friends. They're more powerful and dangerous than anybody in this generation but, luckily, retired.

"Where is it?"

"On a small suburb rural area just outside of the suburbs, about an half an hour drive"

"Well hurry up! People are in danger as we speak" By people I mean person and by person I mean Belle, but I don't tell him that.

Just like I expect him to, he asks "Exactly who is in danger?"

"No one of your concern" I shut him out. He doesn't need to know about her, yet. He doesn't respond, but I see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he brushes it off and moves on to the next awkward conversation.

"Why do these guys want you anyway?" He asks and I roll my eyes. I'd rather tell Perrie the truth than him

"Also not of your concern" I say coldly.

"Harry I swear to God I will make Ben stop this car right now" He says, referring to the old driver with tufts of snow white hair sticking out from his hat and yellow teeth.

"Swearing is bad" I know I'm being a smart-ass, but I really don't want him to know.

"Harry" He warns and I exhale a large breath. Fuck, if he stops this car I'll beat him until he's bloody.

After a while, I decide that getting my Belle back is too important and I'll have to tell my dad eventually so I start to talk slowly, "Well, there are many reasons that are possible, but I think the main one is because they're growing, expanding and 1D and I think they're plotting an attack against us with another dangerous gang, so we've been taking...precautionary measures" I choose my words carefully, tiptoeing around the truth as much as possible

"Well son, I know you're not going to elaborate on that so I'll take what I can get. I have some advice for you, but I can't control if you choose to act on it or not. Please just listen to it though. These gangs that you're dealing with, they're dangerous. You're going to get seriously hurt and even though you might not believe it, I care about you. So just, finish your business and get out or something bad will happen, and it will happen soon" He says and I can see the worry on his face for me

"Dad, you don't understand. I have to do this. I have to do my business"

"Well I know what your 'business' is, killing dangerous gang leaders and what not, but I don't know why. Just please, don't do it. I don't want to see you get hurt, I don't know how I'd live knowing that I lost my only son"

"Seriously Dad, I have to do this. If I just sit here and watch these dangerous and lethal gangs hurt innocent people and take over towns, I will never be able to live with myself knowing that I just sit there watching it happen. I have to do something"

"Oh that makes so much sense! I get it now!"

"Get what?" I ask cautiously

"Why you turned to gangs. You were such a bright young kid, always keen on helping people. No one expected you to start a gang. I guess no one truly understood what your gang was about. And son for that, I couldn't be prouder" My heart aches at his words and I feel as if this the conversation I never got to have with him as a child. For a moment, I forget about what he did to my mother and I and see the father that he never got to be

"Uhm ok then, are we almost there?" I cough after an awkward silence. Enough fulfilling childhood dreams Harry, back to Belle

"Yeah looks like we'll be arriving in 5 minutes, my buddies are about a mile behind us" He says and I look out the window

Observing the scenery around us, I see we're passing through a forest. It's dark and we seem to be driving on a bumpy gravel road. Dust kicks up behind us as the sky turns to a darker grey and the storm clouds move in over in this area, the rain finally reaching over here. Full, lush foliage surround us and engulf each side of us. Finally we break through the forest area and into a clearly. We continue to follow the gravel road which is now surrounded by a tall yellow grass field. In the distance, I see a dark brick building. The top half of it has been burned off leaving the bottom part scorched. The windows are cracked broken glass and the bricks are starting to crumble from the amount of weather that's passed through this area. I can see a yellow light on through a window and a black car is parked right out front. The driver approaches the building and drives around to the back. Behind us, two other black cars climb out of the forest area and into sight. They too follow us around to the back of the building. My father and I both get out of the car just as a water droplets start to fall.

The other cars turn off their engines and climb out of their cars. The first people to get out of the car must be my father's friends because I don't recognize them. They all seem to be around my father's age, 40ish (my parents had me young). They all have greying hair and are all at least 6 ft tall. Big muscles protrude from their arms which are holding big guns. One man steps forward and hands his gun to one of his friends behind him and shakes hands with my father. They exclaim a few words in hushed tones before the guy turns to me. He smiles a tired smile and walks towards me with open arms. I feel awkward as he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. Meanwhile, four people I recognize as Jim, Garrett, Matt, and Brian from my gang hop out of their car. The man hugging me lets go and takes a few steps back a few feet.

"Awe don't tell me you don't recognize your Uncle Gus" The man says in a heavy New York accent as my gang members line up behind me

"Umm...?" I question

"Oh come on! You don't remember sitting on my lap in your dad's office while he worked? Or me taking you trick or treating?"

"Must of been a long time ago I guess" How am I supposed to remember? After my dad left my mom when I was four, I never had any contact with his side of the family

"Yeah, yeah you're right. I mean, look how grown up your getting! Oh your Aunty Linda will want to see you" He gushes

"Ok then, well that sounds all great and dandy but if you can't tell, we've got some other issues on our hands" I retort sarcastically

"Right right, well I should probably introduce you to my buddies. This is Jack, Alex, and Dewey" He says and the three guys wave. Jack has light brown short hair and a light 5 o' clock shadow. Alex is bald and pale. He's the skinniest of the four of them, including Uncle Gus, and has a freakish rock band singer sort of vibe to him. Dewey has shaggy long brown hair and a slight goatee forming. He screams old teenage burnout to me.

"Hey, this is Jim, Garrett, Matt, and Brian" I say as I point to each of them. Jim is tall and lean with straight black hair that hangs over his eyes. He dresses like a rock punk who listens to guys screaming into a microphone as music. Garrett is short and the most energetic. He's a little frumpy around the edges but he can be menacing when the time comes. Matt is one of our big muscle guys, along with Brian. They're both very tall and buff, stares as cold and hard as a rock. They each offer a small nod when I point to them.

"Ok" My father says and claps his hands together "Let's get going. We'll go through that back door" He points towards the door a couple of yards away from where we're standing "And we'll follow whatever we can to get to this girl. We'll probably end up following their voices and where the light is coming from"

"Got it" Uncle Gus starts "I'll go first, Harry will follow behind me, followed by Carson, Harry's father, and everybody else. When I believe we have found where the room where this girl is being held, we'll stop and I'll send my guys along with Harry's first since they have the guns. They'll take down any members while we rescue the girl. Got it?" We all nod to this plan and I can already feel my adrenaline picking up. Finally I'll get my Belle back.

"Harry, I just want to let you know that you shouldn't get your hopes up. Belle might not even be here, this is just a hunch. Be careful son" My father says and I pretend to understand what he's saying but quickly brush the words off. She's here. I can feel it.

"I got it Dad" I roll my eyes and he turns to converse with Uncle Gus and his friends

"You're lucky you get along with your dad so well" I hear someone whisper behind me. I turn around to find Garrett.

"Smh" Is all I have to say in return. I honestly don't know why we're getting along so well, usually all we do is yell at me. Maybe it's because I'm too stressed about Belle to argue and he's just happy I actually asked him for help.

"Ok gang, let's do this" Uncle G says and we line up by the door, him in front, me behind him followed by my dad and then everyone else just like Uncle G had said. He looks at us and I see that he is holding his gun again. He holds up three fingers, slowly putting each finger down as a count down from three. Finally he puts the last finger down and grips the handle to the rusty brown door, a creaking noise sounding when he pulls it open. Kicking a rock against the door to hold it open, he pushes further in and I hesitantly follow. It had to be a fucking metal hospital. Great. This is just so damn great.

Uncle G leads us down a dark hallway. I reach my hands up and feel the cold stones pass underneath my hands. He stops and peers into the first room on the left.

"Clear" he whispers to us and we push on. We look through every room and this continues on for 20 minutes. I'm getting antsy in this place, I just want to find Belle and get out of here. Finally we reach the end of the hallway which when you turn the corner widens out into a big room. We stop and I can hear voices. I get excited when I hear a commanding woman voice which I instantly recognize as Belle's. My princess and I will finally be reunited again, even though it's only been like six hours. Uncle G signals the guys to go first and they each pass us. We wait a second before he says go and they run in, guns pointed at the first thing they can find. We run right after them into the room illuminated by fluorescent lights and I'm shocked at the scene.

All the guys, including OG are on the ground, tied up in rope. They're all covered in cuts and bruises and two of them are passed out. Belle stands over them with a black gun that she probably swiped off of them. The three of them that are conscious are swearing at her while she yells at them. She looks so badass, so sexy, from her outfit to the gun in her hand. Perrie's jacket that she was wearing is hastily thrown in the corner, a knife peeking out from underneath. She looks utterly confused as she looks me in the eyes and says:

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Notes

Oooooohhh cliffhanger! What did you guys think? I had fun writing this chapter! So now you guys know why Harry started his gang (ya know, bc he wants to help people, remember?)

TEN COMMENTS BEFORE THE NEXT CHAPTER!

Questions:

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HARRY'S DAD?

WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED WITH BELLE FROM LAST TIME IT WAS HER POV TILL NOW? LIKE DID HER PLAN WORK? (sorry if that question doesn't make sense)

IS BELLE HAPPY TO SEE HARRY?

WAS OG'S GANG ACTUALLY PLANNING AN ATTACK ON HARRY'S GANG?