Life, Love and Gangs. {Book 1} *In Editing*

Just Keep Trying

"So, what now?" Harry says, snapping me back to reality.

"You're gonna have to do some gun training and knife training.. I shall be training you with guns and Cinder will be helping you with knife training." Swift says pointing to the gun range, Harry nodded his head and started walking towards the range with Swifty.

"If you're gonna text Ni, don't tell him I'm here. Okay, love?" Harry yells out as I sit in the center of the boxing ring. How did he know I was going to text Niall? All well, I pull out my phone and go down to 'N' in my contacts and click on Niall's name.

Hey Ni, I told you I'd text you later :) - C xx

Oh hey! I was wondering where you got to, why did you rush off so suddenly? We were just about to make pizza!! - N xx

Oh, I do work for my father after school. If I missed it I'd be in deep shit. - C

Okay, are you coming round tomorrow after school?? O_o - N xx

Maybe, idk. What do you guys have planed tomorrow after school? - C xx

What do you mean after school? We leave at lunch ;) - N x

Um, maybe. Idk if im even gonna be at school tomorrow.. - C

Well, ive gotta go, so i might cya tomorrow, love. - N xxx

Okay, cya Ni - C xxx

I tuck my phone away in my pocket and look around, nobody was around. I laid back on the ring and looked up at the sky, it was just hitting 5ish and the sky started to turn pinky purple and orange with a hit of red.

The sunset was beautiful, I don't see it often anymore since I'm usually inside doing work. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I take it out to see that I have a photo sent to me.

You're more beautiful than this, and that's saying something. - N xx (Photo attached - Sunset)

I smile at the message like the idiot i am, I don't know why I liked that, I usually hate when people send me stuff like this. Niall was different, Niall was.. Niall.

I look over to the gun range to see Harry and Swifty getting alone really well, I watch as Harry fires a few shots of his gun, he was a good shot. I watch closely to see that he got right next to the bulleye, he was good, not as good as Gunner though, one of the best shooters in the gang.

Harry and Swifty started walking back towards me, I pulled my knife out of my high top converses and slipped it into my sleeve of my jacket.

"Okay Harry, it's my turn. Now, follow me." I say walking towards the house, we got inside and I lead him down to the basement. I turn the light on and activate the knife room, it was decked out to the max with the knifes. I turn to Harry and I get up in his face.

"So, you ready?" I say, pulling my knife out and holding it to his throat. Fear filled his face, I took the knife away and without bothering to look I throw it at the target about 30 feet away.

"Let's get started." I say pulling away from him, I watch as he picks up his first knife. He doesn't even hit the target the first time round, I bury my head into my hands.

"No, no, no, no, no, watch and learn." I say picking up about 10 knifes, I look at the ten targets in a line across the room. I started to throw them as hard as I could, one after another the targets go down as I hit each of the bullseyes with ease.

"How did.. What?!" Harry says staring at me, mouth open.

"Just keep trying Styles, you'll get it eventually. Just, think of someone or something you hate and your temper, do the rest." I say sitting in a chair, he looks at me curiously before opening his mouth.

"Who where you thinking of?" I look at him for a moment, I smile before I answered his question.

"Well, lets just say that you where one of the targets.. only because you came in on my gang." He looks at me terrified, I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

I look at my personal knifes sitting on the bench, I pick on up as started to clean it. I looked at my refection in the blade, remembering what I've used it for.

I looked at the ingraving on the blade it's self. The ingraving reads 'Cinder Melody. Pure blood Melody.' My father and brother Swift got it ingraved for me when I was 13, the first knife I even got.

"Hey, can you show me how you do this? I'm not good at throwing, just combat." Harry says once again snapping me back to reality, I stand up next to him and showed him how I throw the knife. I can't help but feel like he was staring at my body and not how I was throwing the knife.

"Stop staring at me and focus Harry." I say, anger filling my voice.

"I'm not, I'm just.. Um.. Okay you got me. I haven't really been around any girls for a while, I'm loosing my touch." He says looking at his shoes. I don't know what I'm going to do with him..

Harry's POV*

Wow, Cinder had a fucking amazing body. I can't believe she caught me checking her out though, that's kinda embarrassing. I can't seem to get the hang of throwing knifes though, it's not my thing, guns and drugs are.

"Look, my specialtys are guns and drugs, not knifes." I say staring her straight in the eyes, she look at me, starting to squint her eyes.

"I can tell, you need to know how to use a knife though. Just incase." She says, poking at my chest. I can't help but look at her amazing body, oh god.

"I know but I can't do it. I just can't learn to throw a knife." I say, my voice started to raise in frustration.

"LOOK! YOU HAVE TO LEARN OR YOU CAN'T BE IN THE GANG!!" She yells at me, I can't help but be turned on by her. I can't help myself, I just can't.

"That's it!" I say before kissing her, she didn't respond as she was in shock, I wrap my arms around her body so that she couldn't move. I felt her pull away and push herself from my chest.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM!?" She yells, I can't help but smirk.

"Come on, you know you liked it." I say taking a step towards her.

"NO! I FUCKING DIDN'T! Look, Harry. I don't like you, I like someone else. I don't want to date you, that's the last thing I want to do.." She says, my temper begain to rise. I like her, I want her to be mine, no one elses.. Just mine.