Can't Fight This.....

Task 7: Moments

HARRY'S POV

"You're late." Joe scolds me.

"Sorry, I got caught up with something." I tell him, pushing my hair back with a cloth that I use as a headband so it doesn't get in my face. I grab a rag, throwing it over my shoulder, and open the hood of the broken down pile of rust that was once a car. Time to get to work.

Yes, I have an actual job. What, do you think I sprout money out of my ass? Granted, some gang tasks pay pretty well, but sometimes I want to be able to get a good paycheck without having to do something illegal or have a gun pointed at me.

I stay in the gang because it gives me a sense of power, and it's something that keeps me busy. Most of my money comes from this place I stand in now. Joe's Mechanics.

I start to explore the car's engine, checking the fuel, and everything else. I find a leak, and grab the wrench to tighten up the spot, wiping away the excess oil.

"Out causing trouble again, Styles?" Joe asks.

"Only a little, I swear." I reply innocently, and he chuckles at me.

I set the hood of the vehicle back down, and grab the creeper. The creeper is basically that plank of wood with wheels on the bottom that let's a person slide under the car. I set it down, and put my back against it, pushing off with my feet until all I see is the underside of the car.

I check over the gears, screwing in things, and wiping away grime. I continue looking over the condition of the car from underneath it, noticing all the small faults in it, and fixing them.

There's one bad thing about being under the car, unless you're claustrophobic, because then there are two bad things. But anyways, the bad thing is that you can barely hear when you're down there.

So when I heard the muffled sound of heels clicking on the cement floor, I didn't know who the fuck it was. I couldn't make out a coherent sentence as the feminine voice spoke to Joe. So when I was finished inspecting the bottom of the car, I slid out with a bit more urgency than usual.

I look up from my position on the creeper, locking eyes with the brown-eyed kitten. I don't literally mean kitten, by the way, she's very much human.

I smirk comes across at the sight of her.

"I know you missed me, baby, but damn. I'm at work." I tease her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Please, don't flatter yourself. I'm here because my damn car has a flat tire. I didn't want to leave my car in the hands of a complete stranger, and I saw your motorcycle out front." She explains how she came across this mechanic shop out of all the ones in New York.

"Well, I can fix it up right now. If you can make it worth my while." I tell her.

She crosses her arms over her chest. "You know I've got the money for it."

"I was thinking of a different form of payment...." I trail off.

Joe clears his throat, bringing his presence to our attention. "I think she'll pay with cash this time, Haz."

"Her loss." I shrug, smirking at her annoyed expression.

"Look, I can leave the car here for you to fix, I just need a ride back to The Den." She states.

"Alright. I'll take you, just go wait out by my bike. I come out when I'm done."

She nods in response, and walks back outside. Joe gives me a look, shaking his head at me, and I chuckle. I open back up the hood of the car, and check over everything. I ask Joe to try starting the engine. He puts the key in the ignition, and turns it.