"Zaynie, can you give me a ride? Please?" The little boy begs his older friend.
"Harry, you're literally old enough to drive, and your parents are hella rich. Why don't you just get your own car?" Zayn responds.
"Because I like when other people drive me 'round, Zee. Plus I'm a shit driver."
"Sorry Haz, but I have work in 15 minutes. Don't have time to drive across town."
"Zaynie please? I'll give you a blowjob!"
"As much as I'd love that, I really don't have the time Harry, sorry. I still love you though."
Harry pouts and crosses his arms, refusing the hug Zayn offers. "Meanie."
"Alright, mister. Love you." Zayn kisses Harry's cheek and walks to his car, driving off.
Harry looks around for Niall or Liam, or even Josh, but it looks like they all left too. Their cars weren't in the parking lot. His mum was at work as well, so Harry goes to wait for the bus. As soon as he makes his way closer to the bus stop, the bus zooms by.
"NO! WAIT, PLEASE!" Harry yells but the bus was too far to hear him.
Harry knows his way home, but he's never gone alone. He usually has Niall or Zayn with him. He doesn't have any other choice but to start walking.
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"As-tu mon argent?" ("Do you have my money?") The rougher of the pack asks the frail man as he is pinned against the brick wall of the dark ally.
The small man was clearly weak as he stuttered, "I-I don't right now, but I-I will, I just need one more week. Please Loui-"
There's a loud resounding slap that echoes throughout the dark ally way. So loud in fact that the young boy crossing the pavement on his way home could hear the commotion.
It was a first that the young one had taken this way home, but he missed the bus and his friends all had work right after school. It was a little scary to walk this way, but he figured if he popped a lollipop in his mouth and hiked his pale skirt up in confidence, nobody would fuck with him.
"Don't you ever speak my name, vous addict cochon" ("you addict pig"). I won't hesitate to throw you against this wall et te laisser mourir." (Let you die). The tough one speaks low and with vigor, making sure his words have impact.
The weak man is now visibly shaking, taking longer time than average to compose himself. His sunken eyes and patched skin made it clear what he was here for. There was now a blood splatter across the brick wall behind them, as well as the pale man's cheek.
"Ecoute maintenant toi sale-"(Listen here you dirty-)"
The four men surrounding the two step back and draw their pistols at the sound of footsteps nearing them. The leader of the pack even takes a second glance, figuring whether he needs to run for it or kill the intruder.
"Hello? Are you okay back here?" A faint voice calls out, and there's a shaky quiver to it.
"James, go check it out while I deal with this." The leader speaks in a hushed tone after realizing there was no cops.
"You keep telling me une semaine de plus (one more week), and it's been 2 mois (2 months). You're in debt of about 3 grand worth of coke, Nicholas."
Nicholas looked at the gang member in terror, knowing what was to come. He couldn't believe he had wasted his good career in radio all for cocaine. Drugs really do ruin lives.
"Vide tes poches." (Empty your pockets)"
Nicholas does as told, giving up a wallet with a £20 bill, overdrawn credit cards, a license, and family photos. He also hands Louis his cheap touch screen phone, that had a lock screen picture of two children.
"À tes genoux, porc." (Down on your knees, pig)." The rough man exclaims before extracting his pistol from where it laid against his skin, tucked into the back of his jeans.
He points it at the man's head, and ignores the high pitched scream, that clearly doesn't elicit from Nicholas, and pulls the trigger, effectively killing the man in one shot.
"Patron, nous avons un problème." (Boss, we have a problem)." James' voice rings in Louis' ears, even after the loud gunshot.
Louis looks over to his best member, finding a young girl in a pale pink high wasted skirt and a soft sweater to match. The lolly had fallen from her precious pink lips and onto the dirty pavement of the ally way. Her soft face was tear streaked and pulled into a frightened expression.
"Cher Seigneur." (Dear Lord)" The leader groans, still holding his pistol in hand. He looks down at it, then back at the little girl. She obviously notices the gang member's thoughts and starts squirming in her spot, screaming and trying to run but James holds her still, covering her mouth.
Louis walks closer, agitated by the attention the little girl could have caused. Once he is face to face with the little one, he notices that it's not a girl at all. It's a young boy.
"Keep your mouth shut or I shoot, do I make myself clear?" Louis speaks in English to clarify his words are understood. He ignores his shock at his discovery of gender in the little one, and he knows he would never shoot a child. He had little siblings, he's not a monster.
The little boy doesn't respond. His eyes are filled with tears that trickle down James' large hand still held over his mouth.
"I said!-" Louis shouts, making the little boy jump and cry harder, "Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear." He enunciates each syllable to further get his point across.
It seems to work because soon the younger one is nodding his head furiously.
"Good." Louis looks back at his boys who seemed intrigued in the situation. "Nous allons l'emmener avec nous. (We'll take him with us.) Can't have him running to the cops about what he seen. Vérifier Nick assurez-vous que nous n'avons rien laissé derrière." (Check Nick and make sure we didn't leave anything behind.)
The little one screams behind James' hand and wriggles in his grasp when everyone starts moving and he isn't let down. He understood little French, only parts of the high school class he usually slept through. James ignores him as well as the other members as he carries him to the white van, throwing him to the back and pulling a ski mask over his face before getting in the driver's seat.
Louis and the three other members join the little boy in the back before James steps on the accelerator, leading them outside the city.
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The Gang Leader's Tout-petit
Fanfiction"Bad choice, mon amour." the one where Louis is a gang member who speaks his deals through French, and Harry happens to walk by a dark ally on his way home.
