GANG // H.S

Chapter 12

"You son of a bitch! I told you not to get in the way of my business. Draw swords and fight me till death" A deep voice startles me awake and I quickly sit up, recognising the voice to be Harry's.

I quickly rush to my feet and run towards the tent door, ripping it open to see Harry and Niall shoving each other. I run over to them and then stand between them.

"What is the meaning of this?" I interrupt their arguing.

Niall rips out his gun from his pocket. "Harry stole my girl"

Harry scoffs. "Barely. I wouldn't call it stealing considering she practically begged for my dick instead of yours"

My mouth drops open and I am lost for words. He... what?

"Come on then, fight till death like you said! Though I'm not too sure I'll be the one being put in the ground afterwards!" Niall throws his gun to the ground and I look to Harry as he pulls his out of his pocket and throws it to the ground beside him as well.

"This is stupid" I raise my voice but suddenly get pulled back by strong arms. I turn to see someone I really did not want to see; Tom.

"Let them go" He coos in my ear, and instead of fighting to get out of his grip I just watch in shock as Niall throws a punch to Harry's face. Surprisingly Harry doesn't seem to budge and instead shoves Niall to the ground and packs a punch to his face also. They scrabble around on the dirt for a while, punching and gripping each other's shirts before Niall groans and Harry stands to his feet. As Niall stands to his feet again he starts to laugh loudly and Harry joins in.
I scrunch my nose in confusion when Tom starts laughing from behind me as well.

"You lil' shit actually broke my nose that time" Niall groans through laughter, pinching his bleeding nose between his fingers.
What?

"You're getting better though" Harry runs his hand across his face. "I actually partially felt the pain of your fist hitting my jaw this time".

"Wait" I interject when Tom releases me. "So you guys weren't actually fighting? It was just pretend?"

The men start laughing again, "It's called training. Niall and many other of my men have to train in fights like this in case of a brawl" Harry answers my question and I frown.

"The beast has awoken" Niall jokes and I glare his way before starting to walk back into the tent. A large hand wrapping around my upper arm tugs me back instead and I get spun around to face Harry's chest.

He grabs ahold of my chin and tilts it up to face him. "You weren't planning on going back to bed, were you? It's 9:00 and a great day".

"I guess not" I say bluntly.

"Come" Harry grabs my wrist and pulls me along side him, "You need to eat".

As we walk I keep thinking back on what Harry said earlier, 'Barely. I wouldn't call it stealing considering she practically begged for my dick instead of yours'.
I begin to think about how many partners Harry has had. Not relationship partners... but like how many women he has slept with. I could imagine it would be a large amount; he seems cocky enough to get around and seems very confident and knowledgeable about what bras fit best.

"You're quiet this morning. Thinking about anything in particular?" Harry's voice interrupts my thoughts and I quickly snap out of it.

I look at the ground as we walk. "No, not really... Harry I have a question"

He nods his head as a dismissive way of telling me to ask.

"That girl that you were talking about with Niall... uh the one he said you stole... did you, uh... is it true?"