staccato ~ h.s

angel

The night was still young yet he already had enough of it. The music was too fucking loud and the lights were too blinding. He just wanted to get out of here and go home and envelope himself in the warmth and comfort of his own bed. He had sold his quota of drugs for the night and he was happy with his sales of the day and was ready to throw in the towel.

He grunted as he exited the club from the back, digging in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. He opened it up, putting one in his mouth and lighting it up. He sighed as he slowly began to walk to his car which was parked on the other side of a long dark alleyway. He didn't know why he decided to park there, when he arrived he had thought it'd be a good idea to avoid the crowded parking lot by parking out back but now he was just annoyed.

As he walked through the empty alley, he really started to regret his decision when he suddenly felt himself being shoved from behind, the jerking movement causing him to drop his lit cigarette. He spun around and was immediately hit with hard jab to his face, followed by a knee to his abdomen that sent him to the ground. All at once, he felt two or three pairs of limbs on him, punching and kicking as he was down.

This wasn't uncommon. He'd never been jumped in an alleyway before but he'd had his fair share of fights. Many men held vendettas against him and wished death upon him for various reasons. Some envied his success in the illicit drug business, whereas some felt as though he had stepped on them during his climb to the top, some even hated him due to women. Perhaps he had touched a few things that didn't belong to him, he was never very good at respecting people's private things. It didn't matter though, none of those women were memorable—none of them were her.

He struggled to get back on his feet but when he did, he discovered that there were only two attackers, both dressed in black from head to toe with ski masks covering their heads—too cowardly to show their faces. Typical. Harry delivered a blow so powerful to one of them that it sent them towards the ground. Harry could hear the satisfying crack of a bone along with the man's pained scream.

"You will pay for this, Styles!"

Harry just laughed, momentarily losing focus and allowing the other attacker to punch him in his face, right in his nose. His hand immediately went up to cup it, taking a few surprised steps back. It wasn't broken, gladly, but it still hurt like a bitch. He could taste blood in his mouth as he parted it, having to breathe from it now that his nose was throbbing and gushing blood. He spit out the blood in his mouth onto the asphalt, before grimacing at his opponent.

Harry was a skilled fighter, everyone knew this. Before he had gotten into the dark world of dealing dope, he was in a world just as dark, darker even at times, and that world was underground street fighting. He was fast, built, and all around terrifying to his opponents. Every blow he delivered was calculated and precise, intended to take his opponent out with the least amount of hits. There was a power behind his fists. Dex, the man that had trained him had told him that it was a gift, but at that time of his life, it felt more like a curse. People either looked at him like he was some kind of god or some kind of monster. He was glad that was all over and in the past now. She changed it all.

Though it had been over a year since he fought officially and he was a bit rusty, it was funny to him that it still took more than two grown men to take him out. Pathetic.

Harry felt his rage washing through him like a steady current. All he wanted to do was finish this so he can go the fuck home. Almost blindingly, he swung his fists towards the masked man who punched him. He wasn't sure where he had hit him, but the impact was hard and he definitely heard a crack. The man cried out in pain, and the sound was very pleasing to Harry, but he didn't get the chance to relish it because suddenly the man on the ground was grabbing at his legs, pulling him down onto the gravel with him.