Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 1

-Harry's P.O.V-

I look at my watch.

4:56 pm.

I let out a small sigh before putting my hand back in my pocket, keeping my head down in the process.

As much as I should be nervous for what's going to happen next, I feel calm as ever, only because I've done this plenty of times.

Never has anything gone wrong when I've done something like this and hopefully today isn't the day where it does go wrong.

"Next!"

I make my way towards the desk where a female with ginger hair sits at.

"How may I help you?" The ginger haired bank teller asks while showing me an obviously fake smile.

I ignore her as I stay standing, smiling right back at her without saying a single word.

Well, it was more of an evil grin than a smile.

As a few seconds pass, my evil grin still stays plastered on my face, probably making her think I'm crazy which I admit I kind of am.

"Sir?" The bank teller frowns, raising an eyebrow.

I slowly put my other hand in my pocket and snake my hand around the cold metal object that is lying in my pocket, pulling it out to point it at the bank teller's face.

"Give me the money!" I yell as I pull on a black hat on my head with my other hand.

A frightened look immediately replaces her confused one as the quite sound in the bank is now filled with screams.

"Give me the money!" I repeat, bringing the gun closer to the bank teller's head.

"Here! Here! Here!" The bank teller cries, giving me rolls of money as I grab them out of her hands, stuffing it in my black jacket.

As my pockets begin to become filled with rolls of money, I hear a faint sound of sirens coming from what sounds like a police car.

The sound of the sirens gets louder by the second as I continue my assault.

"Fuck," I swear under my breath, pulling the trigger without hesitation before running out to get into my car.

I swiftly put the key in the ignition and make my way on the streets.

After a while of driving over the speed to get away from the cops, I turn around, checking if the cops are still chasing me but there's no one.

Damn.

They must've been after someone else or I might have lost them.

I make my way back to my house and park my car in the driveway.

When I get in my house, I take my shoes and jacket off, sitting on the couch and taking out the money I had stolen from the bank so I can count it.

A smirk grows on my face when I'm done counting the wad of cash in my hands.

I got about $100,000.

"Not bad," I tell myself.

I turn the news on, seeing they are talking about the bank robbery that I had caused not too long ago.

They couldn't figure out the face, find any fingerprints, or anything that would point to me and get my ass to jail.

I mentally give myself a pat on the back and grab the remote to change the channel to random shows that I found entertaining.

After a while of watching TV, I get up, putting back on my coat and my shoes.

It is quite hot inside so why not take a walk in the cold.

When I open the door, the cold air immediately hits my face and my hair is blown back.

Not being bothered with the messy hair that's been caused by the wind, I continue to walk out of the house and close the door.

I walk and walk until I come across an alley.

Inside, the alley is quite dark since the lights aren't lit up, probably because they were all broken or they had burnt out.

When I'm about to continue my walk again, something inside the dark alley catches my eye.

Movement.

I begin to feel interested in what is moving in there and slowly walk in, not afraid to find whatever is about to pop out.

A teenager snorting what seems to be cocaine comes in to view, causing me to laugh to myself since nothing here was anything important.

Right when I am about to turn back and continue my walk, the teenager looks up at me, bringing out the hand that is holding the cocaine that resembles sugar.

"Hey, man. Want some cocaine?" He asks while looking stoned as hell.

He has wide and bloodshot eyes, stubble on his chin, and clothing covered in mud.

"No," I reply calmly, feeling disgusted at the smell radiating off of him.

I was thinking of something better.

Killing.

Without thinking, I suddenly grab his throat and start to choke him.

After a few moments of my hands being wrapped around his throat and him gasping for air, I hear another gasp that sounded way more different than the stoned teenager in front of me.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first time ever writing a fanfic! Am I doing good so far? Anyways, what do you guys think? I hope you guys will love it!