The Mafia //h.s au

five (the furious five)

"Who in the FUCK is responsible for leaving the blinds open, WHO?" Harry screeched from across the room, slamming his fist on the wooden table next to him. He quickly retracted his arm off the wooden surface and latched onto the bottle of wine next to him, taking a long gulp of his drink. Setting his bottle down, he continued his tirade.

"Do any of you know who that girl is associated with?" He followed up, enraged. Silence fell over the room as if their lives depended on not saying another word.

"Have any of you heard of the FBI? The one's trying to make a fucking case on us right now? You don't think pretty girl came over here to play dress-up with my Gucci hat now do you? Her and her pig father are onto us. They want our trust, they thrive off the interactions they get with us. Do you understand that?" Harry spoke out to the boys.

He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his flowing cafe colored hair.

"I did not sneak us out of that shithole foster home together for it to all come crashing down in a fiery blaze. All of our lives we have been treated like shit, thrown out by our own parents, rejected from the world. Our time is not done yet. I have the boss keeping a close eye on me from two countries over, and I would prefer not to like to have my head mounted on his wall by the end of our visit here. Keep in mind that we all owe our new lives to those men."  He added, looking defeated.

They all nodded in unison, eating every word that Harry spoke like they haven't been fed all day. They were fired up, ready to follow his instructions to protect the brotherhood they shared.

"And speaking of interactions, Zayn is there something you need to tell us? We aren't just gonna pretend like she didn't ask Harry to leave a good word." Louis added, noticeably irritated.

All heads snapped towards Zayn's direction, everyone's eyes on him. The gazes wore into him like hot lasers were ripping through his chest. He rolled his eyes and took a seat on the couch next to him.

"You all better take a seat boys, its gonna be a long one," Zayn adds as the three boys all groaned in unison and collapsed into the sofa adjacent from him. Harry stood tall and still like a statue, he clearly was not going to be amused about the information Zayn was about to unload. With his hands folded, as usual, Harry quietly turned his torso and motioned Zayn to begin with his story.

Zayn began to explain how they came to know each other...

"She accidentally bumped into me, It's not like I meant to meet her there on purpose!" 

Then he tried to explain about the record...

" Look, mate, she told me this story about her dead mum loving Stevie Nicks and I really wanted that record. I told her it was for a gift and I felt guilty!" Zayn said, trying to convince the others.

"and that's what had you trying to be the next Billy Joel at the record store?"Louis chimed in with a smirk.

"How exactly did you know about that? Properly obsessed with me arent you? Bet you followed me around the town!" Zayn enjoyed taunting Louis, that was just apart of their friendship.

"No you dipshit, it was all over some lass' Snapchat. Quite the rockstar you are."Louis states and pulls out his phone. The guys practically jump off the sofa and gather around Louis' feet to watch the video. The room that was once filled with deafening silence was now filled with laughter and chuckles as all of them tried to keep it together at the sight of their own brother serenading a girl he barely knew. Even stone-cold Harry had a hidden smile cracked on his face from across the room where he stood, hands still folded. 

"You have a nice voice Zayn, but like I said earlier. You can't draw any unwanted attention to us, and yet here you are becoming an overnight sensation."Harry spoke up, finally returning to his calm manner. "I play guitar, but you don't see me trying to be the next Jimi Hendrix."

The boys all nodded in agreement. All of them equally wanted Zayn to sing at bars, but there would be a huge chance he got discovered, and the guys couldn't afford to be exposed. It was a sad reality, but it was reality. Each and every boy had their own dream that they wanted to achieve, but it was always overshadowed by the everlasting darkness that The Organization brought upon them.

If you couldn't tell, Zayn was a performer. He wanted to become an international pop star, he even wrote his own music based on his life. Liam's dream was to sell houses, to make money off the people who wouldn't even turn their cheek towards him when he was on the street. Niall wanted to open a sports academy to teach younger at-risk youth how to play sports. He loved to golf, but unfortunately just never had the luxury of free time to do so. Louis loved shoes, he would definitely want to open a shoe store, maybe even a shoe parlor, and shake things up a bit, he was of course always quite unpredictable. Then there was one, Harry's dream was to have a family. Sure, the boys were his family! I mean they're the only people he could really ever put his trust in, but he wanted a real family. A wife, kids, someone to call mine. He never had that in his life. But for now, all the boys had were each other and their risky business.

After all the fun had died down the boys returned to business. They still had a huge problem on their hands, and as of now, no resolution to solve it.

"So what do we do about the girl?" Niall asked, trying to get everyone to focus.

"Her name is Jacey" Zayn replied.

"My mistake, what do we do about Zayn's new girlfriend?" Niall shot back.

There was laughter ringing all around.

"Hey, knock it off you two we have shit to do," Harry grumbled.

"I have an idea if you all are down for it." Liam hesitantly states. The boys nod and let him speak.

"I say, we let Harry lay low for a bit. I mean not leave the flat for a while, not be seen by Jacey, no public scenes. Then as Harry is out of sight out of mind, we send Zayn over to lover girl's house for coffee. Get to know her better! He could even introduce us and we could all become friends. But whatever we do, we have to be as nice as possible to her. That is the only way she will be able to trust us again. Then maybe when she's ready, we can slowly incorporate Harry back into her life. "

"Yeah that's a great plan, but how can we know if we can trust her ?" Zayn asks, puzzled.

"That's the thing, right now we can't trust her because she's in fight or flight mode. O great statue over there had quite the moment with her, she's full of adrenaline and most likely scared of him. At any moment she could go running to daddy and our cover could be blown. We just need to mind our P's and Q's and be polite, whatever it is. OK?" Liam finishes.

"If you agree with what I just said, close your eyes and put your left hand in the circle thumbs up. When I count to three, we look and decide."

"1...2...3... Now!"

And there they were. The Furious Five all stood thumbs up in the circle on that fateful day and would continue to play games with the girl next door.

A/N:I added a little something to listen to while reading :)