She Doesn't Know Me (Punk Harry Styles)

Harry's P.O.V
I button up my shirt at about 6 in the morning. I watched her lay, fast asleep. I don't even remember her name. What did I see in her last night? I must have been really drunk. As I slipped on my boots, her eyes flutter open.

"Morning." She choked her morning voice. I nodded slightly, going to put on my other boot. She sat up, wrapping the sheet around her body.

"I had fun last night. Thank you." I was still silent. I don't talk in the mornings much. She crawled over to me and rubbed my shoulders. The girl-with-no-name kissed my neck sweetly.

"Stop. I'm done." I tell her, standing up. It was one night and she acted like we've been together for years.

"It was once. No round two or keeping in contact. One. Night." I tell her whist grinding my teeth. She nodded and looked down.

"You have a great life now, Harry. Be safe." I rolled my eyes. 'Safe' was not in my vocabulary.

"You too... Alice." I guessed and staggered out if her flat. She was a clinging bitch, wasn't she?

"I'm Brooklyn." Close enough. I hop into my car and drive to my own flat. Strange as it is, with all the alcohol I has last night, I didn't have much of a hangover. My phone vibrated. It was a call from Louis.

"Talk to me."

"Listen up, Styles. There is some important shit we need to discuss. Get yourself to the warehouse. Now!" Then he hung up. Jesus. He didn't have to be so rude about it. I spun around the rode that was 100% illegal but when Louis wants you somewhere, you be there early or else. I drive down a street no one goes down unless they're looking for trouble.

The warehouse is a place where our gang meets up. We consisted of Louis the leader, Zayn the dealer, Liam the brains, Niall the con artist, and they have me as the fighter. Yeah, I beat the shit out of people for a living. I pull into the parking lot of the abandoned warehouse and hopped out, making my way inside.

"Styles! Get your ass down here!" I hear Louis yell at me. I walked down the stairs to the basement where we discussed 'business'.

"We have competition. There are new dealers in town. They call themselves Hell's Angels and, from what I've heard, they are badass. So we have to kick up the sales." Louis told us with a red face.

"I just got 4 new customers last night. A rich kid from Bronx who has never been laid, and some high schoolers." Zayn said. He gets the most costumers in the gang.

"Who's in Hell's Angels anyway?" Liam asked. Louis took out his phone.

"Calum Hood the dealer, Michael Clifford the con artist, Luke Hemmings the fighter, and Perrie Edwards the brains. The leader is Derrick Fletcher, a badass dude that could crush you with his pinky." He told him. Liam took out his laptop and typed like a maniac. Must be looking at their stuff. I was silent, not sure if I should speak. I was the youngest of the group, but God only knows I'm the strongest.

"Styles, we have a new hit for you. Teach this 'Luke Hemmings' character a lesson. This is our territory." I nodded and cracked my knuckled. Liam shot up from his chair.

"Lou! Over here!" He said frantically. We all gathered around his computer.

"See these lines? This it their storage. As in, what they got. They have more drugs than we do." I groaned and walked away.

"Niall? You ready for a little undercover work?" Niall nodded and shot up from his seat. Niall was a good guy. He wasn't as aggressive as the rest of us but he sure as hell can trick a man.

"Here's the plan..." Louis told us his idea. Niall and I go undercover to buy drugs from Hell's Angles. I'd knock the shit out of Luke, blah blah blah. I was just looking forward to hitting someone.

"Erm... Lou?" I spoke up. Everyone looked over at me

"I have school, so..." I reminded them. Louis sighed and scribbled in his little notebook.

"We'll do it after school then." He groaned. I nodded and ran up the stairs to where I have my book bag.

"See you guys after school!" I called for them. They all spoke at once so I just left. I was doing all of this to pay for my dad. Since mum died, he'd been in dept and needed money. So, I sell drugs... I hopped in my car and drove to my high school. When I walk inside the building, everyone just stared. What was so interesting about me? I walk down the halls, having people still watching my every move. Oh, an 18 year old with tattoos running up his arm and piercings! So interesting. The day went on, boring as always until my last class. English was always my best subject.

"Mr. Styles. Have you read your book?" Mr. Anderson asked me when I walked in. I may look badass and everything, but I'm not stupid. I gave him the book, 'The Giver'. He was surprised that I read it in 2 days, faster than the smartest kids in class. I sat down in a chair next to her. The girl I loved since 10th grade... Talia Dawson. I glimpse over at her talking to her 'bestie', Ashton Irwin. Nerds.

"Just ignore him. He won't bother you." I hear Ashton's pathetic use of 'whispering'.

"I can hear you two." I reminded them. Talia looked over at me. Her beautiful blond hair and perfect eyes made me melt. No! Don't get all gooey now. I shot my head towards the board. I had to focus on how I'm going to beat the shit out of Hemmings. Maybe a head butt, a gut check, a kick to the-

"Not to interrupt your little day dream, but you are smiling kinda creepily." I hear her angelic, sassy voice tell me. Oh my God, Harry! Get yourself together. I glare at her.

"Just because I have tattoos and piercings, doesn't mean I can't fucking smile."

"Smart ass."

"Nosey bitch." Class then started. We talked about the book and what not. I read it, but I don't care to answer any question.

"You will be paired into partners for this next assignment. Respite lines from Romeo and Juliet. I'll be pairing you all up, boy and girl. Check the back bored for your partner." I could feel all the girls' eyes on me, but not the eyes I hoped to look at me. She was looking at that dick, Ashton. The bell screamed and we all walked to the back bored. My heart leaped out of my chest.

"No! Seriously?! Mr. Anderson, you must have this confused. I can't be partnered with with him!" Talia shouted quite cutely at the teacher.

"Ms. Dawson, please. Harry isn't a bad student. He read 'The Giver' faster than you did. His grades are doing well, also. Now, I must being going to get copies." I staggered over towards her. She glared at me with so much hatred.

"Hey, partner." I say teasingly. She puffed and walked away. Talia walked with Ashton.

"I'm going to fail with Harry as my partner." She told him. We'll see about that...

Notes

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