She Doesn't Know Me (Punk Harry Styles)

"3 pounds." Niall said in an amazing American accent. Calum hopped on the back of his old, rusty Chevy. He tossed down 3 pounds of coke. I look around for the rest of Hell's Angels.

"Do you sell on your own?" I asked. Calum hopped down, brushing off his shirt.

"Nah. I sell with some of my buddies."

"Where are they? Shouldn't they be helping you?" Niall snot daggers at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. Calum looked at me with a questioning look.

"How come I haven't seen you two around here?" He was catching on. I was getting ready to knock him out, but Niall spoke up.

"We were getting tired of being those good kids on the block that everyone made fun of. Hence, the tats, piercings, and coke." Calum still didn't buy it. He squinted his eyes, obviously trying to find out who we were. Luckily, my phone rang. Liam.

"Babe, not now. I'm busy." I answer so I don't blow my cover. Liam chuckled deeply.

"Luke is at the liquor store on 25th street."

"I'll be on my way, darling. Sit tight." I keep it up. I try to remember 25th street, 25th street, 25th street.

"Harry, beat his ass." Liam encouraged. I half smiled and looked at Niall who knew exactly who it was.

"Love you, too. Bye." And I hung up. Calum studied my face, wondering. Niall nodded and I nodded back.

"My girlfriend needs help putting up decorations. Doug, can you drive me home?" I asked Niall. He spun around to walk to his black Cadillac. I look at Calum with a fake smile. I say, "Thanks, man." then bro hug him. When I hopped into the passenger side of Niall's car, he shot his head at me.

"You are a dreadful actor!" He shouted. I hold my hands up in defense.

"Well, I'm sorry. My partner didn't exactly go over the detail of what we were going to say." I remind him. Niall rolled his eyes and started the engine.

"Whateva. What's the address?" I smiled, knowing I won.

"Liam said he was at the liquor store on 25th street." Niall threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

"Where the hell is that?! New York streets make no fucking sense!" I chuckled and directed him to where we had to go. Niall pulled up to a curb, looking around to see where Luke was.

"I'll call you if I need help, Ni. You can go." He nodded and took out his phone, dialing up a number. Louis's, probably. I hop out of the car and look around for him. I see a tall figure leaning against the brick wall next to the store. He had dirty blond hair up in a quiff, ripped black jeans and a black shirt, tattoos going up his arms, and a lip piercing. Luke Hemmings. I walk over to him slowly.

"Can I help you?" He asked when I approached him.

"Luke Hemmings?"

"That's me." I swung at his face, hitting him square in the jaw. He was shocked, so I took that opportunity to knee his gut. Luke grabbed my arms and forced it behind my back.

"Ugh!" I shouted out in pain. Luke held something against the square of my back. I hear it click, setting off my other senses. It was a gun. He guided me towards an ally behind the liquor store. Luke slammed me against the wall, holding his hand gun to my temple.

"Harry Styles. I should've known you'd be coming by." He said with a wicked smile. I try to struggle out of his grip but Luke hit me across the face with the gun, shutting me up.

"You've lost, Harry. Stop trying." He said, grinding his teeth. I turn my head back to look at him. Out of stupidity, I spat on him. His face went dark red, and he held the gun back to my temple.

"Listen up, you bastard! I don't want to hurt you! I really don't! Tell your fucking friends to stop going after us!" He shouted at me. I breath heavily through my nose.

"Never! This is our territory!" I shouted back. He nodded slightly, letting go of me.

"I'm not going to make you, Harry. I'm not going to hurt you either. But, if you don't stop your friends, I'll hurt someone you care about." He said with an evil, creepy smile, my mind wandered to my mum. She was raped and killed my gang bangers. My dad would never talk to me if he found out.

"I've been through plenty, Lucas. I can get through another loss." I say, a-matter-of-factly. He nodded and punch me in the face, knocking me over. Luke kicked my gut several times, making me feel like I was going to throw up. He kicked me one more time before he left me alone in the ally on the floor. He was right, I did lose.
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I sat on my couch, holding a cold pack to my stomach and the cut on my face from the gun I was hit with. The front door knock quietly. It must be Talia. I throw my cold packs behind the couch and tidy up as fast as I could. I jog over to the door to meet her beautiful blue eyes. She was wearing a beige, knitted sweater with black leggings and Uggs. To finish off her outfit, she had her nerdy glasses that I found out last year had a prescription.

"Good after noon, Talia. Beautiful as usual." I compliment. She didn't give a me a glance and just let herself in. She sat on the couch, searched through her bag, and took out Romeo and Juliet. I sat next to her. Finally, she looked up at me. Her eyes widened in shock.

"What happened?" She asked, holding my cheek in one of her hands. Shivers went down my spine over the connection our skin had.

"Erm... Nothing. I just fell." I lied, sparing a huge fight. She sighed and took her hand off my face. Talia looked back down at Romeo and Juliet

"Fighting doesn't solve anything, Harold. It only makes matters worse." She explained to me.

"But it warns people to fuck off. That's why everyone is scared of me." She shook her head and frowned. I scoot closer to her. "What?"

"Not everyone is scared of you. I'm not, that is." I thought about our years. Arguments and torture, and she wasn't scared on me.

"I haven't given you a reason to, Talia. I don't plan on it, either." I tell her. She was still and silent for a while, obviously thinking of a come back.

"A little heads up, I am not going to kiss you for these couple of weeks. Nor do I plan on kissing you ever." I chuckled, knowing she at least thought about kissing me.

"I'd never make you do something you don't want. But my choice is quite clear." I see her blush and look away. She scanned the walls until her eyes landed on something I forgot to put away.

"I didn't know you played violin." I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly. I've known how to play since 4th grade, but I had to put up the instrument because of the gang.

"Erm... Yeah, I guess. I haven't played it in 2 or 3 years." I say and laughed with no humor.

"Can you please, please, please play a song, Harry?" Talia begged. I groaned and stood up to get my old violin. The things Talia Dawson can make me do... I come back with the instrument and bow.

"I'm a little rusty, so don't judge me." I say and hold the bottom of the violin under my chin and on my shoulder. I start playing Sunburn by Ed Sheeran. I got lost in the music. It was as if my thoughts were carried away and the only thing on my mind was the strings on the violin. I missed this. As I closed my eyes, I knew now I needed to continue playing. It may be the violin or the music speaking, though. When I finished, I opened my eyes to look at Talia.

"That was beautiful, Harry. You have a real gift." I thank her and put the violin back on the wall. We decided to get some work done, even though I was so distracted. I know I've said this before, but Talia was gorgeous, I can't help but think it every single day. She distracted me with her voice, her eyes, her hair, her glasses, everything. Then I remember,

""I'm not going to make you, Harry. I'm not going to hurt you either. But, if you don't stop your friends, I'll hurt someone you care about." Luke's voice replayed in my mind. I remember saying I could bare it, but I don't think I could if Talia was that person I cared about. I looked away from her and get lost in my thoughts.

Please, God. Don't let it be her.

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