alleyway [h.s]

chapter 5

HARRY'S POV

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me right now Niall," Louis say's, half asleep on my couch. "What the fuck time is it anyways, fuck" he mutters while rubbing his eyes. "It's time to fucking go so get up!" Niall shouts.

No one really wanted to but Niall wasn't taking no for an answer. Louis grunted and flipped Niall off before walking down the hall to my bathroom, Liam eating chips as loud as he fucking can, Zayn scrolling through his phone, not paying any attention as usual. And me? Trying not to shoot Niall in the fucking skull right now in my living room. He's like a fucking four year old on Christmas morning jumping around everywhere.

I've been on edge lately. Not only because of Niall's childish behaviour but also because of Ruby. If one word slips out of her mouth about anything she saw, we are dead men. Her too for even knowing who we even are. Of course we can't tell her what we do and who we are, that would scare her even more and she probably actually will go to the cops. No one seemed to be taking this seriously besides me. The boys don't give two fucks about someone knowing about us. Fuck, this all depends on her. One word out of that little fucking mouth of hers and it ruins us all. Not only us, but her and I don't think she fully understands that yet. We don't need another person, especially someone like her, in this gang shit with us. Fucking hell, if our boss found out about her, he would have her used as a fucking sex slave or some shit for his own pleasure. Fucking pig. He wouldn't just set her free, because look at us.

I'm pretty sure she's caught onto some things we do. Like kill smug bastards like we did a week ago, when she first ran into me. We don't really have much of a choice to kill. It's either them, or us. I don't think she knows about the reason why we are in any of this shit to begin with. Which is a good thing. I wouldn't want to see her wrapped up in any of this, just because woman like her, or any woman at all, don't deserve the violence that we see everyday. It's not a woman's job, that's for sure. Which is why I need to make sure she stays as far away from us as possible. We have strict rules to follow, from our leader Luca. We can't go around killing anyone out in the open. He knows our every move. Fuck, I'm sure he already knows about Ruby somehow. He's very strict about people finding out about his gang, the drugs we deal, the people we kill. And if things get out of hand, he kills who ever's fault it is. But for us five, we get punished because he depends on us.

"Oi, Styles, want a line before we leave?" Niall asks, sitting on the floor by by coffee table. I huff and stand up making my way to the table. I bend down so I can take a line of coke and then I stand back up without a word.

Cocaine was a usual thing for us. We took it often. Its hard not to when your surrounded by it everyday. That and fucking random girls we pick up at clubs and shit. Just the usual. I think I actually might need one for tonight, to take my mind off of things. Off of her.

After everyone picked up all the little baggies scattered all over my coffee table and stuffed them into their jacket pockets, we were out. Seeing we were at my house, and seeing how I picked the boys up and brought them here, I was the one driving which I hate when they are all in my car. One of them either makes a mess with god knows what all over the back seat, one in control of the radio and blasts it as loud as possible, one in particular that can't shut the fuck up for a minute. In conclusion, they drive me fucking nuts.

In the group, I'm the serious one. I like getting the job done as quickly as possible so I can go home and fuck some random whore that I find at a club. I'm also known as the dick of the group, which is true but what can I say? People get on my fucking nerves.

Zayn is the smart one. He comes up with plans quickly, which is good for us, because we are often in situations where we almost fucking die but don't, thanks to Zayn and his brain.

Louis is the quiet one. He gets the job done, does whatever he's told. Good listener, he often keeps an eye out for anything suspicious while we deal.

Liam is in the same league as me. When he wants to be. He wants to get what ever the fuck done that we have to do and goes to the club and gets wasted, often calling me at 2am asking for a ride home. I always say yes, but sometimes it pisses me off.

Niall is the fucking idiot. He can be serious at times. Like when we are doing jobs. But outside of that, he's a total nut job. He like to party, he's energetic. Like fuck, god knows where he gets all his energy from when the rest of us are always half dead from lack of sleep.

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As soon as Liam starts scrolling through his phone to find a song, I get my cigarettes out of my jean pockets and flick one on.

About thirty minutes later, we are finally pulling into the parking lot. "Jesus Christ this place is fucking packed." Louis says from the back seat. I struggle to find a spot to park, but suddenly find a place beside a bright yellow car, at the end of the parking lot. As soon as the car is stopped, Niall swings the back door open and jumps out.

We all start walking to the front of the very busy club, and as per usual, we make our way to the bar for some drinks. We came to this almost every week. Usually on Saturdays but Niall insisted we come tonight. We each take a seat at the bar and order our drinks. I take my usual, glass of whiskey and some shots of whatever I'm feeling. Tonight I'm feeling tequila for some odd reason.

I then turn around to face the dance floor, seeing all the drunk body's swaying to the sound of music. My eyes suddenly lock on someone that I've seen before.

It's her.

Ruby.

In a little black dress, dancing to the music.

Fuck fuck fuck

We aren't supposed to see her again. Or she isn't supposed to see us again but luckily, she hasn't, so we can still leave and find another club to go to. I turn back around quickly to face the bar, hoping she doesn't look this way and recognize us and I quickly say "Guys, we have to leave. Now." They all turn to look at me, Niall being the first one to speak "What! No way in hell Styles. We just got here mate"
I turn my full attention onto him, I can feel my eyes darken as I say "Fucking Ruby is here. We have to go." At my words, they all turn to face the dance floor to see her and some other girl dancing.

"Holy shit" Liam says, then continues "she looks hot a fuck"

"Right!" Zayn adds

"We should definitely go say hi to her-" Niall says but gets cut off.

"Hell yeah we should" Louis says.

"Absolutely fucking not. Do you not know how much shit we can get it?" I say through gritted teeth, jaw clenched heard.

She did look absolutely fuckable in that dress, black heels, her long brown hair, but we couldn't go see her. For our own safety. And hers. We would risk getting caught somehow, or her being brought into this, which I wish on nobody at all. No one wants to deal drugs by force for the rest of their lives. Or kill people that get in the way. And if you do one little thing wrong, make one slight mistake, you get fucking tortured to death. It's not fun, I've been there multiple times. The only reason I'm not six feet underground is because the gang needs me too much. I'm the most experienced seeing how I started at such a young age.

"Relax mate, we are only going to say hey" Liam says, with a smug fucking grin on his face.

Before I get to answer, I look back to the dance floor and see her turn her head in our direction. As soon as our eyes meet, her eyes widen, her lips part, most likely in fear of what could happen to her if she saw us again.

Shit, this isn't good.