trepidation | h.s

part twenty nine

i'm back and i missed u <3 i'll explain myself at the end of the chapter lol

Harry Styles

6 years ago...

My feet carry across the expensive marble floors. They were tacky, in my opinion. 

This whole place was tacky, actually. It made me feel less guilty about what we were doing here.

I walk down a hall into another room which I'm assuming was a living room. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a flat screen television mounted on the white walls. Like I fucking said, tacky.

I saw Louis out of the corner of my eye shoving stuff from the shelf into a duffel bag. Louis always loves when we do stuff like this. It makes him feel liberated and besides that it's just fun. 

There were other men doing other things around the place, breaking things and throwing valuables into bags.

That's what you get when you fuck with us, you get fucked over.

I saw Alexander suddenly bring a bat to the television, breaking it in one swift motion. Zayn was leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth, taking note of everything we were stealing and keeping watch out the window. I don't know where Niall and Liam are, probably in the kitchen.

"Okay," I raise my voice so everyone could hear me, "finish up so we can get out of here. If they come home then we'll have to kill them and I don't want to do that just yet."

I see Louis reach into the duffel bag and take out two cans of spray paint, red and black. "You wanna do the honors?" he asks.

I smirk and hold my hands out to catch the cans. "Absolutely."

I walk over to one of the white walls that had a painting hanging on it, which I throw onto the ground so the wall becomes completely bare. 

I shake the red can, popping the lid off and then spray a red circle that taints the prestige white walls. I then use the black paint to spray five black dots in the red circle, representing the five elite members. Me, Niall, Zayn, Louis and Liam.

It was our gang symbol, something we left behind whenever we did things like this. It was to make our mark and let these people know who they were fucking with.

The person who owned this house deserves what's coming to him. He's a member of another gang that stole money from me.

If the idiot knew that I was the leader, he probably wouldn't have done it...but now it's something he can't reverse or take back. He's gonna pay and it's gonna start with his perfect mansion.

"Styles!" I hear Zayn shout from the window, "someone just pulled into the driveway...I think it's his wife."

I hurry to the window next to Zayn to look outside. I saw a red headed woman in a black mini skirt and a tight black top getting out of a sports car.

I thought this bastard lived alone.

I curse under my breath, knowing she was going to come in here and see all of us because there's no possible way I can get the fifteen men I have here out before she comes in.