I Have Hate
Chapter 2
Harry
“Get the fuck off of me!” I shoved, hard, as I heard the familiar *thump* of the body landing on the pavement, and the sickening*crack!!!!* of bone on cement. The worst thing is, I’m used to hearing these sounds. I’m used to hearing that dreadful sound of bone breaking under pressure, I’m used to the cries of pain as skin gets ripped apart from the rough pavement.
I guess that’s what I get for being in One Direction. A whole lot of respect, but a whole lot of *ahem* “interesting though-provoking images” for me to ponder over when I’m trying to sleep. Or eating dinner, I’ve had those images make meatloaf make multiple second appearances.
I shuddered as I moved the body to the back of a dumpster and walked casually out of the alley that the man just tried to attack me in. *CRACK!!!* that scene kept replaying in my head as I walked over to Doc’s drugstore, the place where One Direction meets, and where Liam and I work, when we’re not in college. Yes, college. The whole gang’s in college, actually, but it’s recently summer break, so Liam and I have about 2 months before we have to go back.
Ew. I swallowed my spit as I tried not to think about the probably clotting blood on the unconscious man. I know I’m not tough, and whatever, I know what everyone thinks. “Oh, but you’re in One Direction. Isn’t it all badass central there?” Well, it is pretty much badass central with us, for the most part. Our gan has three main groups: The leaders, the crushers, and the misfits.
Zayn, the leader, could probably crack a stable, grown man with just his stare. I, being one of his best friends, know this isn’t true, but I heard from Liam who heard from some North Side folk, that Zayn once killed a man with just a piece of extra-lotion Kleenex and a packet of spearmint gum. Of course, that’s stupid to believe if you know him like I do, but if I didn’t, I’d probably be sleeping with one eye open for the rest of my life.
But, wait there’s more!
There’s Niall, the 2nd in command, whose accent basically ruins St. Patrick’s day for anyone. Imagine spending a happy, normal St. Pattie’s with the family, everyone just having a ball, when all of a sudden someone cracks a fake Irish accent, just for laughs. Well, trust me when I say that no one will be laughing after you meet Niall, that accent will give you the creeps.
There’s some of the other, if I put it like Niall said, your “normal skull-crushing wankers” Calum, Michael, Ed, Luke, Ricky, and so-on. The ones that can crush your head between their thighs, or at least they play that part.
Then, there’s the so-you-would say, misfits of the gang. My no-strings-attached best friend, Liam Payne. The weird loner who recently got the balls to join too late, LouisTomlinson. And, me. Harry Styles. That weird kid who would rather hum songs instead of best the shit out of poor souls.Sing, not fling, as Liam would put it, jokingly. I’m only in the gang because of my relationship with Zayn.
Y’see, Zayn and I were pretty tight as younger kids, even though he was older than me by a couple years. Our parents (Zayn’s dad) got along well, and when Zayn’s dad passed away and my parents……well…left, Zayn was like an older brother to me. He still is, that’s why I’m in the gang, so he can keep an eye on me.
At least, I’m pretty sure that’s why I'm in.
I can beat people up, but only in self-defense. What I did to that dude back there, that was only in self-defense. The dude tried to mug me, and I only had the moral power to push him off of me. Only having the power to push.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the story of my life, in it of itself, right there.
“Aye! Harreh!” I waved at an excited Calum as I came near the drug store, Doc’s, which was basically One Direction’s ‘hideout’, I guess you could say.
“C’mon in!” Calum was grinning ear to ear as I approached him, a strange sight to see. “Zayn’s about to blow a gasket.”
Ah. That’s why he’s smiling.
“I can’t wait,” I winked as I stepped through the doors, having the cool air-conditioning bombard me, messing up my unruly curls and making me try to fix them.
“Beauty parlor’s on 5th street, Styles! Hands off the hair!” Michael yelled, and the ‘council’ of about 8 of the gang members cracked up, having me blush and remove my hands from my hair.
Rule 1 of being in a gang: Never fix your hair, or do anything remotely ‘pansy-like’ in presence of them.
“Fag,” I head someone mutter as I hurried to the checkout counter of the deserted store and sat down next to Liam, who shot a crooked grin at me. It seemed to say, “they’re the fags,” but I knew that Liam was really thinking, “Should I sneak in and shave his head tomorrow, or Monday?” I flipped him off as I heard Zayn elbow Michael into silence.
“Alright.” Zayn flashed a shut the fuck up look at me and I immediately bit back the comment I was about to share with Liam. “In case any of you didn’t know, we had a run in with Latino’s this morning, just down 3rd street.”
“But 3rd isn’t their territory?”
“Do they really have the guts to do that?”
“Did Ryker lead them?”
Questions flew out as everybody sat uplittle straighter, and I fidgeted in my spot. “Latinos on 3rd street, that doesn’t happen normally,” Liam muttered, and I nodded.
“Shut up!” Zayn smacked the floor, and it went dead silent. “Listen, I know we thought we had control of the West Side, but we’re still having some problems. But,” Zayn looked around. “That can be solved.” He paused.
“In 4 months, we’re going to have a rumble. To decide who gets the West Side. It’s the only way.”
Surprisingly, no one objected to that. We’ve had rumbles before, the reason the Latino’s are the only other gang in New York is because we scattered every other one off the streets, either in direct rumbles or they were too scared to face us.
“Where are we going to make the challenge?” Luke spoke up. “At the neighborhood dance.” Zayn pulledand when some crumpled pieces of paper out from behind him and set it down in the center of all of us. There was some list written in quick handwriting, along with a flyer.
“Local Dance,” I read. “At Rick’s Auto Garage.”
“Rick’s on our territory,” Liam thought aloud. ”So we won’t have much of a control problem.”
“And look at the list,” Zayn shoved the second paper forward.
“The big chunk of Latinos. Everyone we need to get the rumble across perfectly.”
I read the list over. All the normal names appeared, the ones who couldn’t stay out of trouble. Skye, Ryker, Ashton, Cali.
“Skye?” I literally yelled, covering my mouth soon after. “Yes, Skye.” Zayn looked at me like I was two.
“The leader’s sister wouldn’t pass up on shit like this, Harry.” Awkward silence filled the room, and I took that to process what I just read.
Damn. This Skye sounds like quite the woman. I’ve never met her, but I probably wouldn’t like her, even though she sounds quite interesting. I mean, I’m not big on gangs, in case you didn’t notice. Girls and boys, I’ll judge evenly in these situations.
“So,” Ed stopped the silence that Zayn brought upon everyone. “We’re just going to stroll right into Rick’s tomorrow, confront Ryker, and basically pussy them into taking up the rumble offer?”
“Actually,” Zayn stared Ed dead-on. “Not all of us are going to stroll right in. One will stroll in first, to make sure they know we’re here, and the others will follow soon.”
“So, one of us is going to be bait?” I asked. Zayn slowly nodded, and realization dawned on my face as he grinned quite evilly, having everyone turn and face me.
Oh no.
“Get the fuck off of me!” I shoved, hard, as I heard the familiar *thump* of the body landing on the pavement, and the sickening*crack!!!!* of bone on cement. The worst thing is, I’m used to hearing these sounds. I’m used to hearing that dreadful sound of bone breaking under pressure, I’m used to the cries of pain as skin gets ripped apart from the rough pavement.
I guess that’s what I get for being in One Direction. A whole lot of respect, but a whole lot of *ahem* “interesting though-provoking images” for me to ponder over when I’m trying to sleep. Or eating dinner, I’ve had those images make meatloaf make multiple second appearances.
I shuddered as I moved the body to the back of a dumpster and walked casually out of the alley that the man just tried to attack me in. *CRACK!!!* that scene kept replaying in my head as I walked over to Doc’s drugstore, the place where One Direction meets, and where Liam and I work, when we’re not in college. Yes, college. The whole gang’s in college, actually, but it’s recently summer break, so Liam and I have about 2 months before we have to go back.
Ew. I swallowed my spit as I tried not to think about the probably clotting blood on the unconscious man. I know I’m not tough, and whatever, I know what everyone thinks. “Oh, but you’re in One Direction. Isn’t it all badass central there?” Well, it is pretty much badass central with us, for the most part. Our gan has three main groups: The leaders, the crushers, and the misfits.
Zayn, the leader, could probably crack a stable, grown man with just his stare. I, being one of his best friends, know this isn’t true, but I heard from Liam who heard from some North Side folk, that Zayn once killed a man with just a piece of extra-lotion Kleenex and a packet of spearmint gum. Of course, that’s stupid to believe if you know him like I do, but if I didn’t, I’d probably be sleeping with one eye open for the rest of my life.
But, wait there’s more!
There’s Niall, the 2nd in command, whose accent basically ruins St. Patrick’s day for anyone. Imagine spending a happy, normal St. Pattie’s with the family, everyone just having a ball, when all of a sudden someone cracks a fake Irish accent, just for laughs. Well, trust me when I say that no one will be laughing after you meet Niall, that accent will give you the creeps.
There’s some of the other, if I put it like Niall said, your “normal skull-crushing wankers” Calum, Michael, Ed, Luke, Ricky, and so-on. The ones that can crush your head between their thighs, or at least they play that part.
Then, there’s the so-you-would say, misfits of the gang. My no-strings-attached best friend, Liam Payne. The weird loner who recently got the balls to join too late, LouisTomlinson. And, me. Harry Styles. That weird kid who would rather hum songs instead of best the shit out of poor souls.Sing, not fling, as Liam would put it, jokingly. I’m only in the gang because of my relationship with Zayn.
Y’see, Zayn and I were pretty tight as younger kids, even though he was older than me by a couple years. Our parents (Zayn’s dad) got along well, and when Zayn’s dad passed away and my parents……well…left, Zayn was like an older brother to me. He still is, that’s why I’m in the gang, so he can keep an eye on me.
At least, I’m pretty sure that’s why I'm in.
I can beat people up, but only in self-defense. What I did to that dude back there, that was only in self-defense. The dude tried to mug me, and I only had the moral power to push him off of me. Only having the power to push.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the story of my life, in it of itself, right there.
“Aye! Harreh!” I waved at an excited Calum as I came near the drug store, Doc’s, which was basically One Direction’s ‘hideout’, I guess you could say.
“C’mon in!” Calum was grinning ear to ear as I approached him, a strange sight to see. “Zayn’s about to blow a gasket.”
Ah. That’s why he’s smiling.
“I can’t wait,” I winked as I stepped through the doors, having the cool air-conditioning bombard me, messing up my unruly curls and making me try to fix them.
“Beauty parlor’s on 5th street, Styles! Hands off the hair!” Michael yelled, and the ‘council’ of about 8 of the gang members cracked up, having me blush and remove my hands from my hair.
Rule 1 of being in a gang: Never fix your hair, or do anything remotely ‘pansy-like’ in presence of them.
“Fag,” I head someone mutter as I hurried to the checkout counter of the deserted store and sat down next to Liam, who shot a crooked grin at me. It seemed to say, “they’re the fags,” but I knew that Liam was really thinking, “Should I sneak in and shave his head tomorrow, or Monday?” I flipped him off as I heard Zayn elbow Michael into silence.
“Alright.” Zayn flashed a shut the fuck up look at me and I immediately bit back the comment I was about to share with Liam. “In case any of you didn’t know, we had a run in with Latino’s this morning, just down 3rd street.”
“But 3rd isn’t their territory?”
“Do they really have the guts to do that?”
“Did Ryker lead them?”
Questions flew out as everybody sat uplittle straighter, and I fidgeted in my spot. “Latinos on 3rd street, that doesn’t happen normally,” Liam muttered, and I nodded.
“Shut up!” Zayn smacked the floor, and it went dead silent. “Listen, I know we thought we had control of the West Side, but we’re still having some problems. But,” Zayn looked around. “That can be solved.” He paused.
“In 4 months, we’re going to have a rumble. To decide who gets the West Side. It’s the only way.”
Surprisingly, no one objected to that. We’ve had rumbles before, the reason the Latino’s are the only other gang in New York is because we scattered every other one off the streets, either in direct rumbles or they were too scared to face us.
“Where are we going to make the challenge?” Luke spoke up. “At the neighborhood dance.” Zayn pulledand when some crumpled pieces of paper out from behind him and set it down in the center of all of us. There was some list written in quick handwriting, along with a flyer.
“Local Dance,” I read. “At Rick’s Auto Garage.”
“Rick’s on our territory,” Liam thought aloud. ”So we won’t have much of a control problem.”
“And look at the list,” Zayn shoved the second paper forward.
“The big chunk of Latinos. Everyone we need to get the rumble across perfectly.”
I read the list over. All the normal names appeared, the ones who couldn’t stay out of trouble. Skye, Ryker, Ashton, Cali.
“Skye?” I literally yelled, covering my mouth soon after. “Yes, Skye.” Zayn looked at me like I was two.
“The leader’s sister wouldn’t pass up on shit like this, Harry.” Awkward silence filled the room, and I took that to process what I just read.
Damn. This Skye sounds like quite the woman. I’ve never met her, but I probably wouldn’t like her, even though she sounds quite interesting. I mean, I’m not big on gangs, in case you didn’t notice. Girls and boys, I’ll judge evenly in these situations.
“So,” Ed stopped the silence that Zayn brought upon everyone. “We’re just going to stroll right into Rick’s tomorrow, confront Ryker, and basically pussy them into taking up the rumble offer?”
“Actually,” Zayn stared Ed dead-on. “Not all of us are going to stroll right in. One will stroll in first, to make sure they know we’re here, and the others will follow soon.”
“So, one of us is going to be bait?” I asked. Zayn slowly nodded, and realization dawned on my face as he grinned quite evilly, having everyone turn and face me.
Oh no.
Notes
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