A Harry Styles AU where the daughter of a gang leader is expected to marry another gang leader's son and produce an heir in order to seal an alliance between the two gangs.
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Harry's POV
Today was the day.
Addison Lawler would be arriving at my house around 4pm. To live with me. Forever. Tonight we would partake in a three course meal, prepared by my personal chef, in my grand dining room and I would be helping her unpack her clothes to hang alongside mine in my walk-in closet.
Tomorrow we would be going into the city to retrieve our Marriage Certificate.
I had known Addison my entire life, but I didn't really know her. My father was best friends with her father, but her family lived a few hundred miles away from mine. The only times I saw her were once or twice a year at "family events."
And by "family events," I mean banquets or barbeques where our two adjoining gangs would come together and celebrate one another. For what, I was never really sure. I always thought they just used it as an excuse to party, and I guess bask in each other's "success" as distributors of drugs in the cartel.
My father had once been the leader of Steel129, the largest drug organization in the area. Addison's father was leader of The Rogues, another cartel that was right underneath my dad's gang in terms of distribution and sales. Over the years, my father and Addison's met up several times and ended up becoming great friends, especially after discovering they had a common enemy in the gang world.
Once that was established, my father and Mr. Lawler decided to come together to form what they called the "supreme reigning gang." They called themselves The Steel Rogues.
After Addison and I were both born, in the same month because apparently my mom and Mrs. Lawler did their best to get pregnant at the same time, our parents decided that when we were both twenty-five, we would partake in an arranged marriage.
As a child and teenager, Addison had always been a docile girl — shy at times but always polite and kind. I always thought she was pretty, and as teenagers sometimes we would dance together to the slow songs at the events.
I hadn't seen her since we were both nineteen.
It was at the yearly "Steel Ball" that was held in the same fancy banquet hall as always. Addison had done everything in her power to avoid me; I don't think we even said two words to each other. I was a little pissed off, but what could I do? She wasn't mine yet.
For the next few years, I never saw her at events. Either she didn't attend or I didn't attend, all for various reasons. We kept missing each other.
Then about a year ago, I spoke to her over Facebook Messenger. It was small talk, nothing too crazy. I did ask her why she had been distant from me at the one event when we were nineteen, and she told me she had a boyfriend at the time — but that I wasn't allowed to tell anyone. Her father didn't allow her to date since she was betrothed.
