Daddy Said No *Harlena*

2-My Life

YaY! I've been writing this for a while and have so many bright idea for this fanfic! ^.^ I hope you guys like it :) I've notice you liked the last chapter so I hoping you'll like this one :)

It harry and his life and what he goes through. We all know Selena's life style and what she does, So this one is gonna show what Harry does and how he acts around everyone. Selena has her family while Harry has well, you'll see.

Enjoy :)

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Harry's pov:

I let out a bitter laugh. "You think I'm stupid?" I spat at the bloody beat up guy who was slowly dying in front of me. This is my life. I beat up people who make a wrong decision or don't pay up. I go collect it myself rather than sending someone.

I'm gonna take over my fathers gang so I make impressions. Not good ones. I make sure to be as cold as possible. Thats how you earn respect. My father earned all his respect by being cold to everyone and showing no emotions. Including me. He never showed his love for me. So I'm doing the same. I only show the real me with my 4 best friends who are also part of my fathers gang.

"N-no... pl-plea-please." he sputter out. I roll my eyes and raise my metal cover knuckle and hit him just as hard as the last time. He lets out a loud cry and crumbles on the floor. I look to my left and nod. Zayn, one of my best friends who took care of collecting with me and took care of getting rid of bodies so you'll never find them, nods back tacking once last drag of his cigarette and leaning off the wall. "How long till you get rid of him?" I ask Zayn, already speaking as I'm gonna kill the bastard. Which I am. Zayn looks down at the bastard, studying closely. "Not long. Maybe 2 hours. I have a place where I can throw him. No one ever goes round there." He replies, making me smirk.

"Perfect." I say, snapping my fingers. In a matter of seconds 4 really big guys are standing behind me. "Finish him. Now." I spat, leaning back against the wall as Zayn takes out his gloves and kneels down opening his bag to take out his needed equipment. I watch closely as the 4 guys beat him painfully and slowly. I see the guy trying his hardest to breath, trying to grasps something. One of the guys kicks him till he stops breathing. One of them turns and I give them a blank face. I wave my hand excusing them. Once they're out of sight I check the bastards pulse. Nothing. Good. "He's all yours. I have to go. Have fun." I tell Zayn before walking out and towards my black shiny Mercedes SLS AMG. I smirk taking out my keys and hoping in before putting the key into the ignition and driving off. (A/n: pic of Harrys car on side)

I drive as fast as I could down the empty street. I felt a rush feeling when driving my car. I drive 2 hours before arriving at the abandon building. I quickly park my baby near the black ranger rover I know well.

I get out fixing my hair that was pushed back before shutting my baby's door and clicking my lock button making my baby flash her lights and making a loud 'Beep' noise. I smirk before walking over and into the building. I wave my hand at the two bodyguards, making them move so I walk in, seeing the whole gang there. All except my father, who was in an important meeting. In the middle was Jimmy, a traitor who was now leaving the gang. I walk over to him and stand in front of him, glaring. We look into each other eyes. "So this is it, Jimmy. 7 years in our gang and now your leaving?! You want out huh? Your willing to leave us, your family for a girl that you knocked up?!" I spat at him. He stands tall, one thing I admired of him. Never backing down, always standing tall no matter what. "A good for nothing whore!?" I yell, giving him dead glares.

"I have a pregnant girl, Harry. I don't want my child in any of this." he replies. I shake my head and push him, making him stumble back but not giving the satisfaction of falling. "You know there's a price to be paid. We won't ever let anyone walk away without a price being paid." I spat, making him suck in a breath and nod. Bastard has pride. "Do what you have to do." he tells me, looking me dead in the eye.