"Well, Kim, you were right. It rains here, a lot." I said loudly into the phone, trying to speak over the pouring rain. I clutched tightly onto the handle of my umbrella. It was cold, thick rain with unrelenting wind that constantly tried to knock me over. I had just gone to get a cup of coffee when this random storm had hit, and it came at me with full force.

I decided to forget the coffee and make it back to my apartment. That was when one of mygood friends, Kimberly, called.

"I can tell." She replied, and I had to strain to hear her. My teeth began chattering against each other; my entire body was freezing.

"I'll call you back when I'm home," I promised her, not able to hear her response when a loud boom of thunder sounded above me. I jumped a little, jogging quickly across the street to get to the other side. I walked quickly down the sidewalk, holding the umbrella up against the wind, fighting it. I could barely recognize the landscape around me thanks to the merciless rain.

I put my cell phone safely in my purse, trying to keep it dry.

However, a few moments had passed before water splattered me right in the face. I came to an abrupt stop, wondering how water was getting through the umbrella.

Much to my dismay, I saw that a hole had broken through it. I cursed under my breath and closed the umbrella, my entire body now soaking with water in mere seconds. I quickly looked for some kind of shelter, and saw an alleyway to my left. The buildings on either side had long roofs. It appeared that the rain couldn't get into the alleyway.

I ran into the alleyway, sighing in relief when I felt no more rain and the wind had left me alone. Breathing heavily and shivering, I leaned into the brick wall, closing my eyes.

I was safe. For now.

I could just stay here until the storm let up.

I glanced down at my clothing. I had worn a dress earlier to a get together that one of my friends invited me to. Her name was Francine and she lived here in London all her life. I had a great time with she and her friends. But the dress I wore was white, so now it was completely see through. I gritted my teeth in frustration and unconsciously crossed my arms over my chest.

"Now don't do that." A voice was in front of me. Yes, in front of me. My eyes widened and I stood up straighter, keeping my hands where they were.

My eyes searched the darkness but found nothing.

And then, suddenly, it seemed as if the darkness moved. I felt as though it was just my imagination until lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating everything for a brief second. I saw a guy standing in front of me, and could barely catch a glimpse of browncurly hair. Then everything was dark again as the sound of thunder came afterwards. I pressed more into the wall behind me, and had to admit that I was a little unnerved by what I just sat.

A guy standing in the shadow?

"C-can I help you?" I asked shakily, finding it hard to speak clearly due to the chattering of my teeth.

"Are you new here?" The voice continued. He had a deep, husky voice with a British accent. I strained my eyes, trying to keep an eye on him.

"Yes, I'm new here." I replied, only seeing darkness.

"Well you should know something." His voice sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't understand—why was he having this much of an effect on me?

I glanced outside the alleyway, seeing that the rain was slowly staring to let up. It seemed that in just a few minutes, the downpour would condense to a drizzle.

I dropped my umbrella to the floor and waited for him to continue.

But when he spoke, his voice sounded right next to me, as if he was speaking into my ear. "I own this town."

I flinched away from his sudden closeness, my arm brushing against something in the midst of my action. Okay, so he was standing right next to me and I didn't even know it. I stepped away from him, my eyes continuing to search through the darkness.

"You own this town?" I repeated quietly.

He chuckled, one that sent another shiver down my spine. "Yes. Ask one of your friends who is from here. She'll definitely recognize my name."

I hesitated. "What's your name?"

"Harry Styles."

It didn't sound at all familiar to me. But then again, I was new here. I assumed he meant that he literally owned this town—like he had the deed and everything. I felt myself relax.

"Well it's a nice town you have." I told him, trying to sound calm. "How long have you owned it? Or was it passed to you by family?"

"What's your name?" He ignored the question.

"Claire." I replied, rubbing my arms for friction.

"Well, Claire, go to one of your friends and they'll tell you all about me." He sounded like he was getting closer again. My entire body stiffened and my breath hitched in my throat. I flinched, but didn't move, when I felt something very warm fall over my shoulders. "Wear this, for now. You're shaking like a leaf."

I stepped away, feeling a lot better with the jacket he had put over me. All I wanted was some kind of warmth—if anything. I clutched onto it, sliding my hands into the arm pieces. It felt huge on me and heavy. But I felt myself instantly warming up.

"Oh and Claire?" He sounded across from me now.

"Yes?"

"We'll be seeing each other again, very soon." I could hear a smile in his voice. I didn't know if what he said was a good thing, or a bad thing.

I thanked him quickly and looked out at the rain. Now it was a gentle drizzle, with an occasional gust of wind. I saw a street sign and knew I was just a block from Francine's house. Maybe she won't mind if I ask to stay there for a few minutes.

I glanced over my shoulder, staring into the darkness. I wondered if the guy was still there. I wouldn't be able to tell.

With that, I ran into the drizzle. It took me 2 minutes to reach Francine's house, and I ran up her front porch steps, knocking on the door. She answered, dressed in a light-blue robe. When she saw me, she gasped and pulled me on the arm, practically dragging me inside.

I thought she was concerned about me being in the rain. However, she was concerned about something else.

"Is that your jacket?" She demanded sharply, closing the door behind her. I noticed that she locked it and peered out the window. She had a cup of tea in her hand, but she was no longer interested in it.

"No," I told her, standing awkwardly in her doorway. "Is it okay if I stay here for a—"

"—Claire, you need to tell me right now who gave you that jacket." Her blue eyes turned on me. I saw true fear in them.

"This guy gave it to me." I mumbled, wondering why she was so afraid.

"What guy? Where did you see them?" She demanded, walking past me. She set the cup of tea on an end table and plopped down on her couch. I was about to sit on another one of her sofas but decided against it. My clothes were soaking wet.

When I didn't answer, she rubbed her temple and told me, sounding suddenly exhausted, "Go into my room and find some dry clothes. I'll put yours in a dryer."

I went back into her room and took off the jacket. It was a black leather jacket, and it looked like it had been worn a lot. I set it down on the bed and found some clean, dry clothes. I quickly changed, feeling so much better now that I was in dry clothes. I then found a brush and untangled my soaking wet hair.

When I was done, I rolled my wet clothes up and went back to Francine, who looked deep in thought. When I had walked in, she stared at me as if she didn't know me.

"Fran?" I asked uncertainly, holding up the clothes.

"Just put them on the table." She said, her stare not wavering.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting across from her. I pulled my knees to my chest, cradling them against me.

"Claire, who gave you that jacket?" Francine asked slowly. "Did he give you a name?"

"He said his name was Harry Styles." My eyed widened when she gasped out loud—as if I just told her that someone had died—and she closed her eyes shut tightly, as if she didn't want to know more. I stared at her, wondering what was so bad.

"I'm so sorry," She said quietly, shaking her head. "I never told you…about them."

"About who?"

"Harry Styles is part of a gang." She told me slowly, her voice shaky. "They are a bad, but powerful gang. They've been here for as long as I can remember. They practically own the town."

I breathed, "So that's why he told me he owned the town."

Francine looked like she was about to throw up. "They're very bad news, Claire. Did Harry…touch you?"

"No." I replied. "He just gave me his jacket to use."

"Oh no," Francine murmured, "that means he's taken an interest to you."

"Or maybe he was just trying to be friendly?" I asked, hoping I was right.

But when Francine laughed at that, my hope vanished. "Harry isn't friendly. At all. If only you knew…Harry is not the only one in the gang. They're all bad. Of course Zayn is the worst, but Harry is the 2nd worse. They all wear trademark jackets, like the one you were wearing."

I started to feel scared. The guy I was talking to, hidden in the shadows, was part of a gang?

"Has he killed people?" I asked softly.

"Probably." Francine ran a hand through her short blonde hair. "And it's worse right now because you have his jacket. You know what that means, right?"

I waited.

"He's going to come for it. And that means he'll also come for you."

Notes

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