Chapter 35:
The rest of our trip was filled with exceptionally salty waves and febrile, luminous weather. Harry's arms wrapped protectively around my waist. Waves washing up at our sides. Our moist skin shining in the spotlight of sun. It was a classic beach date. The kind you see or read in romantic movies and books. Where the two fall into even a deeper love. However, our love is about rebuilding our walls. It's not all sweet and happy with no troubles.

Even after all our fun, and special vacation, things were back to the normal dismal sepulchral. Unfortunately we had to retreat and start back home to our black hole. After hours of travel we turned onto our clandestine street that only goes in One Direction.

All the stress and worries of morbid teenagers flooded through the cracks in the walls. A single peak at the building and you couldn't escape it's lingering haul. It has this natural draw or force that sticks with you. The cloaked man perches at the door didn't help either. It all and back, our purpose here. No matter how hard you try, you can't fade out your position.

Harry and the stranger bartered words. The air grew cold as the words and hushed voices did. I stood my ground patiently for the guard man to move out of my path. Unfortunately, this man stuck close to me. "Watch her." Harry warned and ducked inside an awaiting car. Bags on the side of the road left in the hands of a piece of trash. The subtle talk and lack of an explanation pissed me off.

"And who are you?" I withdrew my arm from his grimy hold.

"An old friend." He smiled and pushed me inside the safety of our busy building.

The crowds continued on before I heard the sound of glass shattering. Blood covered the floor as a body fell. Another dead. This one I hadn't seen before.

"Were your accommodations pleasing?" Harry's "old friend" asked and completely ignored and directed attention off of the accruing scene.

"Very." I snickered, and tried to push past his large frame to see exactly what happened.

"I'm sorry miss, but now is not the time for me to get into details... However, Everyone is on edge so it would be best if you followed me and didn't try to act superior to me." The man, maybe a few years older than myself, held a fake smile and insisted me to join him in the frate elevator.

"My apologizes," I still had attitude until this man proves to be help. "Would you mind explaining what's going on?"

"You always are oblivious aren't you?" The man chuckled.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I wasn't gonna put up with his shits and giggles.

"Nothing ma'am. I, myself, do not have all the details. However, The Noxious have been over turned. Harry's dad has been taken under control of an unknow mob. His gang still lurks and holds true to previous threats and attacks towards us. If we play our cards right, we may finally reign victorious of our intentions. But The Noxious are out there, and they're not going down without a fight." We were aimed towards the wardrobe. But stoop short of the door, facing the brick wall. "One of my favorite designs Harry put in." With a tap on one brick, moving it backwards, revealing a key hole, a stereotypical doorway arose. "You see these all the time in movies, it's fun to have your own, real life one."

Inside, pictures, papers, mugshots, lines, questions, and motives lines the walls. This was the sanctuary of it all. Every step, every moved planned precisely in this room. Every possible outcome and opportunity cost recorded and taken accounted for. And finally I see how controlling and consuming this all is. How large of a toll this has taken over Harry's life. This has been Harry's life. Since he was young, he's been planning his legacy. And every time someone has the potential to destroy that, there is a large cost it comes at. Body counts recorded on a digital chart increased.

"Why are the numbers going up?" Another persons dead.

" They're fighting a war. Gangs are everywhere. People get on the inside and screw with others. Make them feel there is no way out. Others murder for the power. Soon this will be all over, the numbers just predict how much time you have before it dawns upon us."


Harry's P.O.V

Even with the support of my best 100 agents behind me, both obvious and incognito, my heart beat like a mad man. Success was too close for me to mess it all up by a fucking mistake.

Louis and Zayn were presently breaking into the security system of the abandon headquarters. Everyone knew this place had hidden cameras everywhere, now it was just a matter of who is better at hide and seek, when penetrating controls.

These people are drug dealers and my best bet would be that they all on their daily douce. Which is an advantage to us, if we play it right. I know the head leader freshly restitute from a ten year sentence in jail, he plans on entering again after this gang affiliation. If there is one thing you don't take away from a man, it's his alcohol or in this case, drugs. Fuck his bitch and you're gonna get your ass served, mess with his drugs... Well that's messing with his life and generally he won't hesitate to kill you.

These are the moments where one gang gets terminated. The minute you set foot in someone else's turf, you play by their rules.

"Harry, you got out of daycare..." A voice sneared. "Oh look, you're finally tall enough to be an asshole too, just like your dad. Must run in the family."

I sighed, "I've come across decomposed bodies that are more offensive than you are." Probably wasn't a good idea to bring up the dead, but it felt necessary at the time. "I mean, those were very creative. No one would ever know that you've had a lobotomy, if you'd didn't speak and wore a wig to hide to the scars and learn to control the slobbering." Alcohol clear on his lips.

"You've got a lot of balls coming here and saying that." The man paused, lit a cigar and puffed his smoke in my face. I didn't flinch. "Better watch yourself." His brass buckles caught a glimpse in my eyes. Clearly a first fight would not be something I would advise. "I believe you wanted something from me." He receided. Two more of him men emerged from the loading docks of the old warehouse.

"Where is he?" I gritted, calmly but with enough anger so this Cuban knew I meant business.

"Oh, your father? Yes, he's a little occupied this very moment." The man smirked thinking he was winning this battle and turned to gloat to his partners.

I waited, and got a strong punch to his jaw. "I'm not here to play fucking games. Bring me my father, bitch." That always hurts a mans ego. And judging by the fact he is a nobody, he would cooperate.

My father was then wheeled in, latched down to a medical chair by belts and chains. He was thrashing and reaching for the Cuban. "Slit your wrists - it'll lower your blood pressure." I mocked the man, pacing around my father, never letting my attention stray elsewhere.

"Stand the fuck back, Styles." The man threw me away from the chair."These are my grounds, you abide by my rules. Take off that fucking cunt mask. Don't you think it's a little early for Halloween?" Childish jokes are very offensive.

"Talk is cheap, but so are you." I ambulated. At my age, this was way too effortless to control. I'm honestly surprised these sleaze bags got him. "You want money or drugs?" Make the Cuban feel like he has a decision, when he doesn't.

"Drugs." The man crossed his arms and attempted to intimidate me.

"Two fucks for you, you are getting cash. You can get more out of money, than you can drugs." That statement was entirely true, and beneficiary, considering we don't, or shouldn't, have any drugs in our gang.

"You know what, I know what you're all about. Take him, but when you kill him I want the footage. I want him dead too." The Cuban rounded up his men and receded into the shadows. "But if you rollick and fuck up, I won't blink my eyes before you're sitting dead in your building." He advised from a dark and echos distance.

My men didn't hesitate to act upon his absence. Louis and Zayn ran out, smiles and all, arms full of objects. "Got some security tapes, and witness the whole deal! Now let's get out of here!" Louis breathed heavily.

Within an hour we had retreated back to our building and set Richard up in our black room. Anticipation was high, on the grounds. People cheered and cried. Finally all that hard work and sacrifices were used to accomplish something.

Our large debate was considering ways to put my father through his final struggle. Niall suggested an injection that was similar to the ones they use for the death penalty, death after a few minutes. Others offered more cynical options, far worse than the other regal ones. I deemed their suggestions, but I favored a bit of revenge, empathetically. Shoot him in the head, just like he did to my mother. A different perspective for him. And maybe while his soul lingers for that hasty moment, he'll realize his mistake.

"You know, I purpose you posses him for a bit. Attain some exhortations so we can ruin his syndicates." Their ideas were like nats in my ear.

One person was stilling absent. And their opinion I always considered and hold higher than the rest. Paris still hadn't raced into my arms like I had expected. She's seems to be lagging.

"Harry! Harry! Richard, he's restless and spasmodic, if you want valid information, I suggest you get in there quick before his punishments interferes with the outcome of his words." Niall placed a hand on my shoulder, changing the directing and mood of the night.

Richard awaited my arrival. He anxiously turned when I appeared out of the dissimulating door. "You know, I thought you would have been in here a long time ago." He tried to make small talk, running my time.

I untied his blindfold. "And you knew it was me how...?" Pulling up a chair, I face my father's tied up body.

"You're my son. I can feel your presence." He smirked when saying the word son. Never has he given me the title of "his son". And my guess would be, that this was some sort of cogency that he will try and use against me. "So, tell me how you run things over here."

"Why did you do this?"

"You think I purposely got caught so I could get here? Ha, you believe in came to scope out? Wow, and to think I thought you were sma-"

"Why did you do this!" I barked and flipped my metal chair at him. "Why did you kill mom, why didn't you leave, and why the fuck did it become your goal to kill me? I'm your fucking "son"!"
Richard chuckled, "It's much more than your incompetent mind could grasp." Just then I pulled out my gun and held it to his head. He slowed his rubbish slurs and waited.

"I'm not playing fucking games, you know exactly how easy it is to pull the trigger." I spat on him.

"The world is a broken place. I didn't care for you, or your mother. And I bet you want some long explanation for my decisions, but there is none. She got pregnant and had you. Both of you would get in my way, and I wasn't about to let that happen. She was elementary, you presented a problem. They took you away, which made my life more manageable and apparent. I had the heart to let you be, but when you started meddling in my livelihood, I had to draw the line." Richard smirked and let out a deep sigh. "I didn't want to mutilate you, I mean, I think this little childish gang is a burlesque." He snickered and I wanted to shoot him right then and there to prove my point. "But my occupation isn't-"

"Occupation?" I coughed on my own laugh. "You call dealing with a drug cartel and owning part of the streets an occupation? That's a function at best. You're a nugatory, inutile, barren, insignificant piece of scum." I got in his face. "You probably don't even know what that all means. You're the burlesque, a crackhead junkie who feeds off the lies chemicals tell you. Only the weak turn to drugs and alcohol. In attempting to prolong your youth, you are rapidly aging yourself and "company"." I was fuming with anger by now. "Don't you ever call us childish! Cause incase you haven't taken a fucking look around, you're on my grounds. You tried to break me all these years, but the tables have turned. Observe the fact that you're in the one being controlled here. One wrong statement and you're dead. There are no chances. You're little "son" had grown up, and he's not a little senile bitch like you, cause he's currently controlling your life. " I hope my words were like daggers in his chest.

I was through with him for the night. He could rot down in that cloister overnight for all I care. I hope he burns in the pits of hell for what he's done to everybody. Fuck him.

All I want right now is a special someone. And thank god Niall is the best, cause expecting me at the terminal of the corridor, Paris stood. She waited for my slow gait, but after a extensive day I couldn't resist, so I ran. Paris caught me in her arms and I couldn't restrain from picking her up and spinning her around the hallway. Nearly crushing her to death, I was encompassing her small frame.

Without saying anything, she laced her fingers into mine and took me into the spa. She knew me well enough to have an ice bath and the hot tub running at the same time. In her hands she had a list of activities we had the option of doing. None or all, from sleeping, to sky diving. "You need some time off." Paris motioned towards the water, and traded the her list for my hands.

"God Paris, I love you so damn much!" I gave her another tight hug. Watching a smile form on her face, and her body go limp from my overbearing amount of love, Paris just nodded and helped me lose the tension.

Fast forward and hour and a half later, and you would have never presumed there was something askew. Paris was curled up in my clothes, snuggled into my bed as if it were her own. On her list of items to pursue, sleeping was definitely not a top rank. We lay face to face, feet intertwined underneath the covers. I played with little strands of loose hair while Paris attempted staying conscious. "You know, you never personally told me what happened this afternoon when you left." She smirked, which lead me to believe she wasn't getting at me abandoning her on the curb with a "stranger".

"Well Louis and Zayn robbed a bank..." I trailed off and watched has a horrific expression grew on Paris's face. "I'm kidding. Those two were in charge of seizing control of all security cameras, videos, and alarm systems. The man, at first, I thought was an ignoramus imbecile, which wasn't entirely wrong. But he bargained a deal. We could obtain full control over Richard, if we sent them video, audio, and photographic evidence that Richard is dead after will polish him off."

"You're for sure gonna finish him? You don't want to further investigate or gain power after over this situation. Maybe stage a asphyxiate?" Paris woke up a bit more and became more alert.

"I don't know what it's like to be you, and I know you don't know how it is to be me. But I'll let you in on something... All I've wanted since I was young was to see my father cry. I wanted to see him break down in front of me so I could "forgive" him and move on. Convince myself that he wasn't as bad as he was. But as I grew, all I yearned for was the moment his body was buried six feet under the dirt. All his sins taken with him, down into hell. I'm still waiting for that glorious moment."

Paris paused and made a bit of a confused face. And all of a sudden she lunged out and placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. To make her smile, I held my eyes cross eyed long enough for her to join me. She erupted into a fit of laughter after accidentally falling off the back of my bed after trying her best to mock my facial expression.

And that's how the rest of the night went. We acted as if we were a civilized couple, having a slumber party date. And out of baldy experience I won't forget. It's fun to act human sometimes.

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