Notorious
I have no choice
*KAY POV*
I walked down the stairs and into the basement carrying a bag full of food for Harry, he had been on bread and water for the past two days. He was passed out in the old wooden chair he was tied to and placing the bag down I decided to have some fun. I slowly lowered myself on to Harry’s lap, straddling him gently I began nibbling on his ear, kissing down his neck and along his jawline. He let out a small moan, still half asleep I carefully placed my lips to his, pecking his soft plump lips, as he started to wake up he kissed back, clearly believing he was dreaming. I pulled away, taking his bottom lip in mine and stretching it out a little before releasing it. Harry sat with his eyes still closed, in a daze his lips lingered, puckered and begging for more. I ran my hand up his leg and his eyes shot open as I approached his inner thigh, I just giggled removing myself from his lap, “Hi Harry!”
He looked down awkwardly; his cheeks flushed a bright red with embarrassment. “I brought you some food, theirs water and a burger and some fries in the bag” his head shot up eagerly at the mention of food. I travelled to the back of his chair, pulling out my ankle knife I cut the rope binding his wrists. Almost instantly he tried to move his arms but I held them in place, “don’t try anything Styles, there is a very angry fucker upstairs called Louis who just got his car destroyed by his latest one night stand, I’d hate to have to bring him down here” he nodded and I released my grip allowing him to dig into the bag.
“I suppose you want to know why you’re here” Harry paused and looked up with hope in his perfect green eyes. “It’s a long story Styles.”
“Harry...Call me Harry” I nodded but slightly resented being told what to do.
“When I was 15, I found out about the gang wars, my dad was involved and was fighting a gang run by Victor Styles” Harry’s eyes widened in horror, “The opposing gang my dad was in defeated all of Victors gang members, so they went after Victor, but he got away in a car. Although he did have time to shoot my dad on his way out of town, and unfortunately he didn’t make it. All my dad’s friends dropped their flags and fled the country, terrified for the day Victor would return. My mum lost it, one day I came home from school and found her hung from the staircase, so I packed a bag and left” As much as I hated telling this story, it wasn’t hard as I had become numb to the pain.
“I used to break into houses, root through their stuff and look for money, but one day someone tackled me to the ground and put a knife to my throat. It was Liam, he saw how young and damaged I was but he took me in, taught me how to fight and defend myself” Harry still sat staring at me in shock; he nodded at me insisting I continue.
“When I was ready, Liam introduced me to Perrie, she was well known around the fighting scene for organising fights and taking bets. She was actually the one who convinced me to fight Stacy and I had nothing to lose. A few months later, Chris, the guy who gave me the name Fire, cornered me in an alley, convinced I had to die because I was too dangerous, he came at me but then Louis shot him and we’ve been friends ever since, Louis taught me how to use guns and explosives, though he is jealous because I’m a better shot than him” Harry and I both chuckled, “Oh and then of course there is Zayn, he is kind of new to the gang, A couple months back I was really pissed off and went for a walk, he offered me some pot and we ended up smoking it all day together, everyone here seemed to love him so we let him in. Zayn’s special skill is knives, he hates guns but he really doesn’t need one, he never misses when he throws” I smirked, realizing how much passion and admiration I had for my friends, Harry looked at me truly fascinated and I realized I should probably stop, withholding some information was a good idea.
“But anyway, Victor has formed a new gang of psychopaths and for some reason he wants me fucking dead, you’re here because if I have you, we have more time.”
“I don’t understand, more time for what?”
“To work out how to kill that bastard”
“YOU CAN’T KILL MY FATHER” Harry’s shout was terrifying, his voice bellowed around the room, shaking me slightly, Zayn appeared at the top of the stairs to check if everything was okay and I began to walk up them, leaving Harry with a simple reply.
“I have no choice!”
I walked down the stairs and into the basement carrying a bag full of food for Harry, he had been on bread and water for the past two days. He was passed out in the old wooden chair he was tied to and placing the bag down I decided to have some fun. I slowly lowered myself on to Harry’s lap, straddling him gently I began nibbling on his ear, kissing down his neck and along his jawline. He let out a small moan, still half asleep I carefully placed my lips to his, pecking his soft plump lips, as he started to wake up he kissed back, clearly believing he was dreaming. I pulled away, taking his bottom lip in mine and stretching it out a little before releasing it. Harry sat with his eyes still closed, in a daze his lips lingered, puckered and begging for more. I ran my hand up his leg and his eyes shot open as I approached his inner thigh, I just giggled removing myself from his lap, “Hi Harry!”
He looked down awkwardly; his cheeks flushed a bright red with embarrassment. “I brought you some food, theirs water and a burger and some fries in the bag” his head shot up eagerly at the mention of food. I travelled to the back of his chair, pulling out my ankle knife I cut the rope binding his wrists. Almost instantly he tried to move his arms but I held them in place, “don’t try anything Styles, there is a very angry fucker upstairs called Louis who just got his car destroyed by his latest one night stand, I’d hate to have to bring him down here” he nodded and I released my grip allowing him to dig into the bag.
“I suppose you want to know why you’re here” Harry paused and looked up with hope in his perfect green eyes. “It’s a long story Styles.”
“Harry...Call me Harry” I nodded but slightly resented being told what to do.
“When I was 15, I found out about the gang wars, my dad was involved and was fighting a gang run by Victor Styles” Harry’s eyes widened in horror, “The opposing gang my dad was in defeated all of Victors gang members, so they went after Victor, but he got away in a car. Although he did have time to shoot my dad on his way out of town, and unfortunately he didn’t make it. All my dad’s friends dropped their flags and fled the country, terrified for the day Victor would return. My mum lost it, one day I came home from school and found her hung from the staircase, so I packed a bag and left” As much as I hated telling this story, it wasn’t hard as I had become numb to the pain.
“I used to break into houses, root through their stuff and look for money, but one day someone tackled me to the ground and put a knife to my throat. It was Liam, he saw how young and damaged I was but he took me in, taught me how to fight and defend myself” Harry still sat staring at me in shock; he nodded at me insisting I continue.
“When I was ready, Liam introduced me to Perrie, she was well known around the fighting scene for organising fights and taking bets. She was actually the one who convinced me to fight Stacy and I had nothing to lose. A few months later, Chris, the guy who gave me the name Fire, cornered me in an alley, convinced I had to die because I was too dangerous, he came at me but then Louis shot him and we’ve been friends ever since, Louis taught me how to use guns and explosives, though he is jealous because I’m a better shot than him” Harry and I both chuckled, “Oh and then of course there is Zayn, he is kind of new to the gang, A couple months back I was really pissed off and went for a walk, he offered me some pot and we ended up smoking it all day together, everyone here seemed to love him so we let him in. Zayn’s special skill is knives, he hates guns but he really doesn’t need one, he never misses when he throws” I smirked, realizing how much passion and admiration I had for my friends, Harry looked at me truly fascinated and I realized I should probably stop, withholding some information was a good idea.
“But anyway, Victor has formed a new gang of psychopaths and for some reason he wants me fucking dead, you’re here because if I have you, we have more time.”
“I don’t understand, more time for what?”
“To work out how to kill that bastard”
“YOU CAN’T KILL MY FATHER” Harry’s shout was terrifying, his voice bellowed around the room, shaking me slightly, Zayn appeared at the top of the stairs to check if everything was okay and I began to walk up them, leaving Harry with a simple reply.
“I have no choice!”
Notes
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