Black Leather (Harry Styles)

Chapter 23- Stories

Please check out the song "It's not a Bad Thing" originally by Justin Timberlake, cover by Boyce Avenue. I feel like this song really relates to this chapter from Riley's POV. It has a lot of feeling and I feel like it fits Riley and Harry because of Harry's circumstances. Please take a listen!

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•Chapter 23•

~Harry's POV~

I sit on the ground, facing the fire. Riley sits to the left of me, watching and waiting for me to start talking. Just thinking about what I'm about to say makes me want to throw up.

My breath hitches as I think about my past. It's a dark hole that haunts me every day.

"Harry you don't have to tell me if you don't want." Riley speaks up softly. I know she wants to hear the story but she's being kind, something I don't receive or even deserve.

"No, a deals a deal. No matter how hard it hurts." I tell her. I still don't look at her though. I don't want to cry. I'm Harry Styles. The world's most wanted criminal. But I sigh, knowing I need to speak.

"I was 13. My parents were happy. My sister was happy. I was happy. We lived together. We loved each other. We were happy. But that all changed on the night of September 24, 2007." I start.

"I was at a football game with one of my friends when I got the news." I swallow. "My whole family was murdered. They were just at home when two guys came into the house and shot them all down. My dad, my mom, and my sister." I hear Riley gasp softly and from the corner of my eye I see her covering her mouth with her hand.

"When I found out I couldn't believe it. How could such horrible people kill my family? The sadness only lasted for awhile before it was replaced with anger. I didn't have any other family in the United States. We had only moved here a year earlier.

Anger and rage filled my whole being. Before I could get taken to any sort of foster care I ran away. I started living on the streets, trying to scavenge what little food I could and what little shelter I could find. And while this happened I tried to search for those men who killed my family.

Although police and investigators were already searching, there was no luck with them. I decided to take it into my own hands. I searched for three years. When I was sixteen I found them. They had been running from the police all this time. While I had been traveling on my own, I had been able to make my own knife with large sticks in the woods I had traveled.

With all I had in me, I snuck up and stabbed both of them to death. I gave no mercy. I was angry. Nothing but anger filled my soul. After I had finished killing them, people had seen. I ran as fast as I could. Someone I must've known recognized me and called out my name but I didn't look back. That's how they know my name.

I ran as fast as I could. I found a forest near by and made a small place for myself. Hunters hunted in those woods and with the weapons I made from wood, I killed them too. I stole there guns and knives. With them I trained myself how to fight and how to kill. It became my life.

People started to get suspicious of all the deaths from those woods so they started searching them. I knew that was my time to get out of there. With the weapons and things I had, I ran. When I was younger my hair was short. I decided to let it grow out to its natural curl so people wouldn't recognize me. But I still couldn't stand the real world.

I hated people. I still do. I could go into public without hiding from people. I bought good weapons with some money I got from selling my old ones. I was low on money though. That's how I started to steal. I was 18 when I robbed my first bank.