bound || hs

n i n e

baby it was midnight
i wanted it i wanted it so bad

i pull my small bag out of my trunk and walk twords the black car. every step slower than the first. i'm not scared, i'm just worried out of my mind. first of all i'm going to be traveling and living with one of the two most dangerous men/ gangs in the world. second im going to america, a place in which i've never been to. third i have no idea in the world why the harry styles wants me so bad.

what will i be doing for him? whats my new job? will i even be working for them or will i just be treated like a captive.

all of these questions swarmed through my mind as i trudged twords zayn's car. i pull open the passengers door and slip in.

"what the hell are you wearing?" zayn asks scanning me up and down.

"i beg your pardon?" i ask looking down at my sweatpants and tanktop. i dont want to be here. why would i dress up for them?

"here, change now." zayn says shoving some clothes into my arms.

"the hell, why?"

"you are now in the most prestigious gang in the world. yes we may be a gang but we are no trashy one. we do not wear... sweatpants" he says spitting out the last word, as if it is some sin to wear something as bad as... sweatpants. "now go change."

i reach twords the door handle to step out, but zayn snaps the locks before i can.

"do you fucking mind?" i snap my head turning to glare at him.

"you are not leaving this car, style's orders. change in the back."

"hell no" i scoff

"im not leaving till you do"

i give him one last glare before turning around and throwing the clothes into the back seat.

"we dont have all the time in the world, lets go" zayn impatiently snaps

i begin to climb into the back seat, moving slower than normal just to bug the asshole. i plop down onto the leather seat, pulling the clothes from under my butt. i look up making sure zayn isn't watching, seeing hes on his phone i quickly slip off my 'horific sinful' sweatpants. sliding on the black spandex like pants. i then slide off my top, slipping on the tight nude color tshirt over my black bra.

"oh here." zayn says before throwing a pair of nude pumps at me, successfully hitting me in the face.

"asshole"

i climb back into the front seat, leaving my sweatpants and bag into the back. but before making sure to slip my phone into my bra just in case.

"oh, i guess you'll also be needing this." zayn says handing me a leather jacket. as i slide the tight material on i can help but notice the LMV stitching on the right sleeve. so i actually am working for the gang? thats good i guess?

after about two hours of driving, mostly consisting of zayn on the phone, and me complaing about how my butt hurts. normally just leading to a quick glare from my fellow car buddy. we finially arive at what seems to be an airport. zayn parks and gets out of the car. i follow after, quickly grabbing my bag from the back seat slinging it over my sholder.

we walk for about ten minutes untill i see a large plane infront of us. zayn leads me up the stairs and into the plane. i look around seeing four large men standing in every corner holding guns. then there he is. sitting there staring at me like he fucking own the place. (which he probally does)

"are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to come sit?" harry asks

i walk twords him sitting down on the maroon chair and crossing my legs, i look up at him with the most emotionless face showing him how much i rather not be here.

"welcome ms. tremonte im just going to go over a few rules and answer any questions, are you ready?"

"ready as ill ever be" i scoff

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