Harry



Fucking *punch* bastard *punch* don’t *punch* ever *punch* talk that *kick* shit to me *punch* ever *kick* AGAIN!” I watched in horror as Zayn picked up the defenseless boy he was just kicking and threw him against the brick wall.

“Get the fuck out of here,” He snarled, as the kid dashed away, tripping over his dislocated knee with tears streaming down his bruised and cut face. Zayn turned to me. “Amazing how the rich little fuckers hold up in those situations, huh?” He laughed and expected me to laugh along, but all I got out was a little squeak, I was so horrified.

Zayn had beaten that kid almost senseless, and all he did was say some stupid rich kid comment about Zayn’s tattoos. It’s not like other people don’t judge us on tattoos, they’re kind of the first thing people see on us. Zayn studied me.

“Not going soft, are you, Harry? You heard what that little prick said about me.” I nodded, going along with Zayn’s behavior.

“I can’t believe it.” Zayn shook his head and slapped me on the back, making me flinch. I hope he didn’t notice. “C’mon,” Zayn pulled me out of the alley.
“Let’s meet the others.” I had no choice but to follow along the uneven sidewalk, getting people to instantly walk the other direction or make a sudden turn.

I guess that’s what happens when your part of the second biggest and strongest gang in New York.
The first biggest, well, we don’t talk about them.

Zayn and I reached a supposedly empty alley and stepped in, making sure there were no police watching. Some of our gang was waiting for us behind the abandoned shop, talking and puffing on joints. Zayn spread his arms out.

“Niall, you had better safe some cancer stick for me!” Niall, the tall blond boy sitting on a trashcan, jumped off and walked over to Zayn, tossing an unlit joint and a match. Zayn lit it up, getting a shake from Niall, as Niall exchanged a brief nod to me.

Niall was Zayn’s ‘second-in-command’ and I wasn’t quite a member of the gang, so Niall and I weren’t as close. I was fine with that, though. I really hate fighting, but I was an orphan and I grew up with Zayn and the gang, so I couldn’t really pick a safer option than join them when I got old enough.

My best friend Liam let out a shout, running towards me and entangling me in a hug. I laughed as I broke apart. “Miss me?” Liam grinned at me and letting go. “Yeah! You missed me getting my latest tattoo? I mean, best friends don’t do that!” he mocked being offended, and I smiled and shook my head.

“How’d it turn out?” Liam beamed with pride as he took off his jacket to show me. I shrugged, looking at it, seeing nothing special, just a finger-length picture of a gun. “C’mon, it’s not that bad,” Liam punched me in the shoulder. “Loosen up!”

I gave a halfhearted smile, still a little fazed by Zayn and what he did to that snobby rich kid. Niall saved me from having to do any more talking by clearing his throat loudly, having us all look at him.

“Not meaning to break up any love fests, but I have a report on the controlled streets.” Everyone listened and turned to Niall. Street control for our gang was getting harder and harder ever since the other gang came in the picture.
“We’ve got NE 8th covered, all down west side, Zayn.”

Zayn smirked and nodded. “Good. I couldn’t stand mugging people on 8th if I knew that Puerto Rican trash had stepped foot there.” Niall cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Well, now that you’ve mentioned that, I’ve got some bad news featuring the Puerto Ricans.”

That was obviously a bad thing to say to Zayn at this moment. Zayn grabbed Niall and pushed him into the wall behind him. “What?!?!?” Zayn shouted, forcing Niall to keep his ground. If Niall would have flinched, he would have been done for.

“Ryker’s mother left for California this morning, Louis told me.” Ugh, Louis was this really weird guy who desperately wanted to be in the gang. We used to be friends when I actually went to school, but when I joined One Direction, Louis pussied out and just now decided he wanted in.

“How is that bad?” Zayn let go of Niall, but was still pissed. “She was the only person keeping Ryker decently in line. Now that she’s gone, Ryker can devote all his time to the gang.” Ryker Cordero is the head of the Puerto Rican gang, like Zayn.

Zayn cleared his throat, clearly worried. “That means more work for us.” Niall nodded. “There’s one more thing though, about Ryker.” I flinched as Zayn swung his hands out in annoyance, almost hitting me in the process.

“What else, Ni?” Niall looked down, twirling his lip piercing in nervousness. “When Ryker’s mom left, I guess that was the time for him to recruit some newer people.”
“So?” Zayn spat. “That shouldn’t be a problem.”

Niall looked up and forced a breath. “No, it shouldn’t Zayn. But if you had let me finish, this isn’t your normal skull-crushing wankers. Ryker got a girl to join, or at least help out. Skye Cordero, if what Louis told me was correct.”

Shit. Ive never heard of a Skye Cordero, but Ryker’s last name is Cordero? Did I hear that right? Zayn looked at Niall.

“Are you telling me, that Ryker got his sister to join?”





Yep. I heard correctly. Fuck.

Notes

Sorry Guys!!!!!!!!!!! Everything deleted, so I had to re-post this shit. So, this isn't a new chapter :C
Butttttttttttttt, I'm probs updating tonight!!!!!! So YAY for that!!!!!

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