The gang leader (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

I wish I wore red lipstick more and broke boys heart daily but sadly boys break my heart and I look bad in red lipstick.

I closed my worn out grey little notebook

I sighed and thought about how many quotes I've written down today and that one was the last one. If I had to be honest I didn't know if I could relate to that one, because one; I never have a thing for boys and two; red lipstick isn't my color at all.

I must sound crazy right now because we all girls know that is not true, but truth to be told my college doesn't really have hot guys to drool over. Sure there are some on the third year exempel Jacob Samuel, buy they were not worth my time. I've never had a boyfriend before and never shared my first kiss with someone, It's not that I'm waiting for the right person but I happen to be the girl who always doesn't get involved with guys, and they don't really notice me at all.

It isn't a lie.

I don't think people knows that I even exist but yet some may know me as a goody-goody two shoe. What the heck does that exactly mean? I know for some part it means I'm always a good girl and doesn't like to curse, going to stay virgin until marriage and probably be a lawyer on the future.

Why on earth would people think that? They don't really know me and yet they think that. I can assure everyone that I am not some goody two shoe or whatever. I mean I'm just your average teenage girl, who likes to read and fall in love with characters.

I don't have that excellent grades. I did extra homework to get better grades because I never hand in them on time. Some teachers dislike me, probably only my mentor but that's alright because he's already a pain in the ass.

It was 2 : 35 p.m. It was a Thursday afternoon and I usually get home by this time - If I didn't stop at the library first - My last lesson ended about one hour ago and Dylan is coming over. I often spend my Thursday like this, probably because it was the only day I go home this early.

Me and him actually do this because we're not like other siblings. We spend our day like this to catch up with each other, since he moved out a year ago and doesn't visit that often. Sure we lived on the same town though but he lived on the left side, and I on the right side.

Let me introduce what side is what. I live around 40 minutes away from downtown with only 2 train to catch up with. Once you reach my station there are two exits from the tunnel, one on the right side and one on the left side.

My place is the area that's full of nice people, rich parents - not that we were rich or something -and excellent houses and gardens full of colorful flowers. The place where you're welcomed by people you barely know. But the thing I hated the most was there is another bus to take, which takes around 7 minutes.

The left side on the other hand is the completely opposite. Three apartment that burned down, every window having black spots everywhere around it. The people who lived there probably didn't feel safe at all. The alleyways were creepy and scary. That's where Dylan lived I don't get why he even choose that place. I would never in my entire life live on a such a horrible place.

I went off the bus and walked on the sidewalk that lead me home . After a good four minutes , I was in front of my house and I took out my keys. When I opened the door and closed it behind me , and immediately took my shoes off and hung my coat up.

"Dylan you home?!" I called out for my big brother. I grabbed my backpack and felt my phone vibrate against my butt. I took it out of my back pocket and checked the notification I got.

It was a text, a text from unknown number. I decided to open it later as I placed it on the kitchen table. I walked over to the hallway and shouted for Dylan once again. I guess he hasn't come yet, I shrugged my shoulders and heard my phone vibrate again and again.

Bzzzz

Bzzzz

I grabbed it and saw more text messages from the unknown number again. I decided to open them this time but not before I grabbed a bowl of popcorn. I headed inside the living room and sat on the couch. I slide my phone open and nope it doesn't have a password lock on it.

Your brother might come home late

You should of locked your door babe

It isn't nice to ignore me kitten

I held my breath and felt how my heart started to pound. If this is some sort of a joke, it is not funny. I decided to play it cool and text back. I had a feeling it was Dylan who was pranking with me but ew a brother wouldn't call their little sister babe or kitten. That's just disgusting. It might be even Louis, my brother's best friend.

Ha ha ha Louis really funny.

I send and threw my phone to the other side of the couch. I grabbed the tv remote and turned the tv on, not before my phone vibrated again. I groaned and quickly grabbed it.

This isn't Tomlinson babe

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[ H A R R Y S T Y L E S ]

"What do you mean I haven't completed it yet?!" I raised my voice at my father.

"I mean your mission failed son, you can't take over when you can't complete one little mission." His words were like a slap across the face. He knows and everyone knows, Harry Styles wasn't afraid of anything and never ever failed once. I've done missions since my early teenage years. With a father like him, being on a gang was the most normal thing to do.

I stare at my father in confusion. I did my misson, I did it fucking good to be exact. I had victims they saw everything . Jc and Jake went with me, they saw me taking the guys life, just like that with one simple gunshot. "I did kill him, alright? Ask Jc and Jake for yourself!" I barked, taking a few step towards his office desk.

I grabbed on hold of the pile of paper on top of his desk and tossed them away. I noticed my father standing up from his chair, his hands resting on the desk as he leaned in. "I won't tolerate this from you Harry and you didn't do your mission. Do you know what an embarrassment it is for the company The gang leader that can't kill one man? We both know very well how strong that man is and how much he's worth son, don't you know what?"

"And now thanks because of you, Dylan Johnson had won. He killed him, one of my people were there and saw it all. I'm sorry to say this son but you failed."

I failed. I failed. I failed.

My hands were pulling my hair. I felt so mad and pissed of. Never once in my life have I failed. Every target were so easy, even if he was worth a lot that didn't make look any stronger. I could taken him down.

I shoot someone, thinking it was him but it wasn't - I have no clue who I shoot then - But I didn't give a flying fuck. I just blew my chance of finally taking over my father's place. The thought of it made me even more angrier, I could of been the boss right now and own everything I want. But most of all be more powerful then I already am.

The thought of me being more powerful made me smirk.

I'm going to kill that Dylan dude, as soon as I see him I'm going to shoot the living life out of him. He just destroyed my chance and I don't know if my father will trust me with a big mission again after I failed.

I failed.

I failed.

Fuck, I was becoming more frustrerad. The more I say I failed makes me want to punch someone so badly. Especially Dylan Johnson. His gang were worthless compared to mine, he owns nothing, so who would miss him if I just kill him right now?

"Fuck! I am going to kill him." I growled, taking my father's gun from his desk.

"Look son, before you take him down take something that makes him hap-"

"As in what?" I interrupted him and walked around the room back and forward. I doubt he had nothing.

"Rumors says it he has a little sister." I turned to face my father as I spoke up; "And?"

"You should take her down first, his happiness."

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