She Doesn't Know Me (Punk Harry Styles)

"Where have you been?!" Niall yelled at me when I walked into the warehouse. I still can't believe I played the villain for the first time in years. Mostly, I can't believe Talia liked it. My heart fluttered just at the thought of her smile. Harry! Snap out of it!

"No where. I'm here now. What's up?" I say, trying to drop the subject. Niall slung his arm over my shoulder and guided me into the back room. A girl with blue hair and sunglasses sat in a wooden chair. I'm not going to lie, she was quite attractive. I look around and see Zayn staring at her. Well, I guess Zayn agrees.

"Her name is Perrie Edwards. The brains of Hell's Angels. She just walked in without a care in the world. Crazy bitch this one is." Niall whispered. I walk up to her. Perrie took off her sunglasses, showing her tattooed swirls at the corner of her eyes.

"What do you think you're doing here?!" I shouted. She smiled and flipped her hair.

"You see, Derrick sent me here to deliver a message. I noticed none of you care much, though. Throwing me into this uncomfortable chair and making me keep quiet. That's no way to treat a lady." This bitch has a mouth. My mind then flickered to Talia. No! Not now! I shake her out of my mind and focus on Perrie.

"Message? From Fletcher?" She nodded with an evil smile. I waited for her to speak but she just flipped her blue hair again.

"What's the message, woman?!"

"You see, Derrick knew Andrew..." My heart literally stopped beating at that moment. Andrew Brooke was our leader before Louis.

***Flasback***
"What do you think you're doing here, kid?" A guy with dark brown hair and tattoos all over his body asked when I walked into the old building. I look to his left and see someone scarier. His face was tattooed, along with his arms and legs. I was at loss of words.

"I-I... Erm... I've heard a lot about this buisness. And... Uh, I'd like to sell with you guys." I was 16, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. He stood up and walked over to me.

"What's your name, boy?"

"H-Harry..." I stuttered, slightly afraid of him.

"Once you are a part of the gang, there is no turning back, Harry." He reminded me. I look at his leather jacket that read 'Andrew'. I guess that's his name.

"I know, sir. I need the money and I'm willing to go this far." Andrew nodded and handed me a gun. I look back up at him questioningly. He smirked and looked over at the tattooed guy.

"Shoot him." My eyes widened. He wants me to shoot the guy?! What did he ever do to me?! "What?!"

"I said shoot him. I want you to prove to me you're worth my trouble." I took the gun hesitantly and point it at the man. He looked me right in the eye. Slowly, I click back the safety and put my finger on the trigger. I turn my head so I don't look at him and shoot. I look back up and see him still standing there. I missed! There goes my chance to help my dad.

"Great job, kid. Welcome to the gang." I look at Andrew then back at the tattooed guy. What the heck just happened?! Andrew took the gun and started putting bullets into it. It didn't even have bullets in it! I would have actually killed that guy!

"That was only the first step of your training, Harold. Just wait."

***End Of Flashback***

Andrew was shot and killed last year by a police officer. My stomach did a flip. Liam stood up and helped me sit down before I fell. Andrew was like my second dad. He treated me well and was really cool. Just talking about him makes me dizzy.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Louis asked. I nodded and stood back up, walking over to Perrie.

"Continue..."

"Andrew owed Derrick 3 grand from a bet over some fight. I don't know. But, you know, he can't deliver it now. So, Derrick is making you pay for Andrew. He wants his money by April or he'll kill you." My mind was boggled. Why me? Why not someone else, like Zayn. He is loaded. I live in an old, moldy apartment in Bronx.

"2 months? That's not enough time. I'm not exactly rich, you know." I remind her. Perrie slid back on her sunglasses and shrugged.

"I don't know what to tell you, Harold. I should get going now. Derrick is waiting for my arrival." Then she stood up. Perrie walked towards the door, looked at Zayn, then left while swaying her hips. I rub my face in frustration. This is too much. I sat down next to Louis and groaned.

"Don't worry, Haz. We can help a bit. Probably not all 3 grand but at least some." Louis said, patting my back.

"Harry. Basement." Niall ordered, walking out of the room. I follow close behind him until we reached the basement.

"It's cool, man. You'll find some way to get the money." He promised, sitting on the table. I shook my head and sat next to him.

"Where am I going to find 3 grand in 2 months?" Niall pulled me into a side hug. This all was racking my brain.

"Now, tell me where you were yesterday." Niall said, releasing me. I half smiled and looked away from him. Talia can always make me smile no matter how much shit I'm in.

"Studying..."

"With whom?" I smiled for real and played with my fingers.

"Talia Dawson." I speak fast and looked at Niall. His eyebrows were raised in shock. He definitely didn't expect that one.

"Talia? Talia Dawson? Good luck, mate. She'll never date someone like us." I fiddled with my fingers a bit. Her ice blue eyes and luscious hair were glued to the inside of my brain.

"What do you mean 'like us'?" I asked. Niall slung his arm around my shoulders and took my arm.

"We see these as story lines, others see them at as regular tattoos. You know, we are a threat to everyone around us. They call us emos, but we are far more than that. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Niall explained. I nodded slowly and stared at one that I got last last year. It said, 'She Doesn't Know Me, I Am So Much More'. I sighed and stood up.

"I'm going to head home, now." I say and grab my jacket.

"Haz?" I hum in response.

"Just remember what I said, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."
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"Yeah. I'll see you there." I say then hang up. Talia wanted to study in the library today, so I had to agree. I kept thinking about what Niall said. We are a threat to everyone. Then, I remember what Talia told me.

"Not everyone is scared of you. I'm not, at least." Talia wasn't scared of me, but I had so many reasons to make her scared. I sell drugs, I beat the shit out of people, I have tattoos everywhere on my body. Some part of me wants her to find out about me so I don't hurt her when she finds out herself, but the other half never wants her to find out so she can fall for me.

I pull into the library parking lot. There was, like, 3 cars (counting mine). Go figures. I hop out and go inside the building. It was cold in there, not helping the 40 degree weather in February. I look around for the beautiful blond. My eyes land on her with... Ashton Irwin.

"You little jerk! I can't believe you'd kiss her!" She yelled at him. What did I miss?

"We aren't even dating! Why do you care?! You have... Him." He sounded disgusted over this 'him'. Ohhhh. I'm him. I smile at the thought that she has me.

"No. I don't. Because... Because I love you. I'm unconditionally in love with you." Adrenaline mixed with anger built up inside of me at those words. Next thing I know, I punched Ashton in the face. There is no fucking way she's in love with this dick and not me! Every time I think about Talia kissing him, the harder I punch.

"HARRY! STOP!" She screamed trying to push me away. Ashton fell to the floor so I started kicking him.

"HARYY! PLEASE STOP! STOP HURTING HIM!" She screamed and finally pulled me off of the asshole.

"How come you love him and not me, Talia?! You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say those words to ME!" I yell at her. Tears streamed down her face. She knelt down next to Ashton.

"What the hell are you talking about?! I don't love Ashton like that! He's just my friend!" She yelled and cradled his head in her lap.

"I heard you two! You said you're unconditionally in love with him and that you don't have me! But I am the one in love with you, Talia! I've waited for 4 god damned years to tell you and you are in love with your best friend!" I yell.

"It was a script for a play! I can't believe you right now!" She shot up from the floor and slid on her coat. Wow. I am so fucking stupid!

"Talia..." I say, reaching for her arm. She yanked back and spun to look at me. Tears stained her face. Even crying she was gorgeous. I messed this entire thing up!

"No. Get away form me, Harry. Just... Just don't touch me!" She sobbed but didn't turn around. She was waiting for me to say something. What do I say?

"I've already told you, I'm not going to make you do something you don't want to. I'm not going to make you stay. Though, I do hope you remember what I told you." She shook her head and rushed out the door.

I messed up so bad this time. Worst part is that I can't fix this one...

Notes

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~Chelsea