Harry Styles vs James Charles (Mafia boss au)

Chapter 3

Charlie's POV

     It was quiet and awkward in the car, I could see his piercing blue eyes watching the road. His hands clenched the steering wheel. The car was comfortable but it smelled like week of Mc Donald's. There was garbage everywhere. I couldn't move my feet because there was so much at the foot of the passengers seat.

       Harry turned on the radio and one of my sisters songs blasted loudly from the speakers. "Sometimes I don't wanna be happy," I groaned loudly and looked out the window. Harry looked at me with disgust, "Wot, yew don't like Dixie? She's the better d'malio in my opinion." I rolled my eyes "not when I have to hear her singing 24/7. She wasn't sold for crack money," I muttered that last part bitterly.

       "Where are we going anyway? Why did you buy me? Harry groaned and flipped his long hair out of his face. "Just shut the fûck up you stupid whore. I bought you cause you're a useless woman and I need you to wash my undies, my mother was doing all the house work but my girlfriend, Taylor Swift, left me for her and they moved to the Bahamas." He said with a bitter tone.

Oh my gosh, how could Taylor leave someone so amazing, so thoughtful. How am I going to tell him I don't know how to do laundry. "We're almost there," Harry's deep voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Where exactly are we going by the way?" Harry rolled his eyes "New Jersey." Wow, some of the most dangerous gangs are there. Wait- how are we almost in New Jersey, I live in California. "We're going to my house, I want fo introduce you to my gang. His gang?! He's in a gang!? "YOURE IN A GANG!?" I shriek. He chuckles, "I'm not in a gang my little bean curd, I'm the leader." I couldn't hide my shocked face, in fact I was freaking out... did he just call me a little bean curd?

      I just remembered I hadn't had my daily iced coffee from Starbucks. "Harry, can we stop at Starbucks." He let out very manly squeal " of course bitch, maybe you aren't as much of a dumb whore as I thought. They found a Starbucks pretty easily and rolled up to the drive through. "Hi welcome to Starbucks what can I get for you today" the worker asked. I leaned over Harry and yelled " can I get a venti mocha swirl with 12 pumps of Carmel and 6 packets of sugar!" I went back into my seat, "it's my signature order." Harry then went to order his drink, "can I get a venti iced chai latte and 4 unicorn cake pops, thanks luv." We got our drinks and cake pops and headed back on the road. "Can I have a cake pop," I asked timidly. "No you dumb bitch," I huffed and slouched in my seat.

     After a few more minutes of driving I could see a bright pink house in the distance. No, I thought, this couldn't possibly be his house. He's so dark and intimidating, why would his house be pink. "Is your house pink?" "Duh, real men like pink." Oh, I thought. A bit weird but oh well. We pulled into the drive way and came to quick stop. Harry bolted out of the car and I struggled to unbuckle and get out to keep up with him. We both stood on the porch about to go in. He turned to me and said, "welcome to your new home."

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