Infatuated (hsau)

chapter 10.

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Are you pulling her from a burning building
Or throwing her to the sharks?
Can only hope that the ending is a pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava
I'm sure you baffle 'em straight
And it's wrong, wrong, wrong
She can hardly wait
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Harry Styles

I was beginning to worry about the rest of the gang. It's been a while since we've had to do something as a group so the younger ones are in training, yet somehow I'm still getting called down to the scrapyard because they don't know how to behave themselves.

This morning started off fine, I finally got rid of my frustration, I had a nice little visitor and now I'm driving to the scrapyard to talk some sense into my own fucking gang.

Harlow was the last person I expected to turn up at my house, if I knew she was coming I'd have arranged for Molly to come a little later. I didn't actually mind her company because I do in fact get so much joy out of seeing her angry. She's not very intimidating in a little floral skirt without her big heels on, just cute, like a little annoying fly.

How does that girl still look so innocent during the day, yet at night when she's in the club she's somewhat scary and intimidating. That first time we spoke when I made the deal she was acting like a woman who would chop my balls off for breathing too heavily, I bet she'd still love to do it but I'm beginning to see that the person who runs the club isn't who she really is.

We all have secrets I suppose.

Pulling into the scrapyard fills me with rage because I only ever come here to give the guys a telling off. On one hand I'm pissed off at the actual ones who take advantage of the fact they're in a gang, and on the other hand I'm pissed off at the actual man who trains these guys because he's clearly not doing a good enough job.

Usually I'd just send Louis or one of the guys to talk some sense into them but I'm free today and I'm sick of them taking advantage of their power. If I'm turning up and giving them in trouble, they'll listen.

Franks waiting for me outside the scrapyard, he's the guy who trains the newer members of the gang. I'm the highest up member, below me is Zayn, Louis, Niall and Liam, below them is Frank, below Frank is the normal members of the gang and then we've got the newer, younger members. The same members who get in constant trouble.

"Hi boss, they're inside." Frank says, greeting me as I step out the car and throw my leather jacket on.

Really? I'd never have guessed.

I just give Frank a quick smile in response to that statement, the quicker this is over with the better. I storm towards the door, opening it to see all 30 of them sitting on chairs facing the door as if I just walked in to a school assembly. The room fell into silence as soon as they caught a glimpse of me at the door because they knew exactly what was coming.

"Not how I was expecting to spend my afternoon at all but thanks to you idiots, my plans have had to change." I state, pacing slowly in front of them with my arms crossed.

I didn't have plans this afternoon but if they think I've come out my way to shout at them they might feel deeper regret, because I don't like people fucking with my plans.

"Someone explain to me why the fuck it would be a good idea to steal from a small convenience store and use a knife against the shop clerk?" I ask, stopping in my tracks to wait for a response I know I won't get.

Well, they asked for it,

I grab the nearest guy by the collar of his jacket and stare down at him, hoping maybe he'll answer but he doesn't, he just looks like he's gonna shit himself.