I need him H.S Imagines

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

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"This is bullshit!" Harry screamed, kicking down the barrel and running his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth. "How'd we let this happen? Who the fuck would do this?"

"Harry..." James tried to put a friendly hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off. 

"No," He looked in the eyes at his men standing around him, watching them visibly gulp as they awaited his next order. "I want to find whoever did this." 

"Um..." James tapped his shoulder from behind, "I think we've already figured that part out."

Harry turned around and looked down at the empty barrel that was meant to be full of his new supply of drugs that had just been shipped. They had come down to the dock to bring them in the back of their van to take back to the warehouses.

However, someone must have figured out their plans when the boat docked and only one of Harry's men was on it. The rest had been murdered in cold blood, the culprits taking their stock with them. 

James kicked the barrel over with his foot and on the other side was a symbol sprayed onto the metal with spray paint - a heart shape with the initials Y/N Y/L/N written inside. 

"That little bitch." Harry murmured under his breath and stalked past his men. 

They quickly followed after him, James and Willis got into the Range Rover with him as the other followed closely behind. "Do you know where she'll be?" James asked, re-loading his gun in the back seat of the car. 

Harry's hands tightened on the wheel and he sped up slightly, anger radiating from him. "Oh I know exactly where she is."

Harry swerved outside the bar, a neon light brightening the street as the music from inside played loudly he could already hear it before even stepping out his car. "James, Willis, you both come with me. The rest of you stay here." Harry ordered. 

Before he walked into the building he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window. He straightened his back and brushed down his trousers. He caught sight of James smirking behind him.

"Shut the fuck up," He mumbled and James snorted. 

They walked into the club where the music came into earshot. A large, bald man came over, his shirt two sizes too small for his muscular arms. "ID." He grumbled. 

Harry snorted, "Are you new or something?"

"ID." He repeated. 

"Listen, I'm the leader of one of the biggest gangs in the world. I could end you right here, right now. I've killed people with these hands, beaten them to death and here you are asking me for some fucking ID?" Harry stepped closer. 

"ID." The bouncer said again.

Harry glared at him, "Fine." He said through gritted teeth. "Here you go." He took out his ID and showed it to the bouncer. 

His eyes scanned the picture and looked from it to Harry and back again. "You're wearing lipstick in this." He said, rather amused.

James and Willis burst out laughing and Harry wanted to bury himself six feet underground, possibly even further if he could. "Had a few too many that night Haz?" He heard James behind him.

"Oh fuck me." Harry mumbled and pulled his gun out, pointing at the bouncer.

"Excuse me, boys!" A voice came from behind the bouncer and everyone turned around. 

There she stood, wearing all white like she was an angel amongst devils. Her hair was pin-straight, her lips were coated in cherry red lipstick and Harry almost got on his knees when he saw the red bottoms on her feet.