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Everyday – A$AP Rocky, Rod Stewart

You Don't Own Me - SAYGRACE, G-Eazy

Guess who's on her way to meet Harry's gang leader?

This girl!

How did that happen? Let me tell you...

Flashback to the morning.

I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. Only when my eyes fluttered open after a few seconds did I realise that I was still in Harry's bed. I tried to stretch my body but that's when the realisation hit me that his head was snuggled into the back of my neck and his arm was wrapped around my waist.

After a couple more rings of Harry's phone, I realise that Harry is going to need a bigger push to wake up.

"Harry!" My voice croaks, still laced with tiredness. I jerk my body backwards, causing Harry to sit up in the bed in a very quick motion, taking a long deep breathe in.

He frowns, scanning his room as if he is trying to find out where he is. His eyes eventually meet with my own and his frown deepens, "What are you doing in my bed?" He asks me, sounding offended as if I had snuck into his bed against his will last night.

My eyes widen and my eyebrows raise simultaneously, shocked that he can't even remember asking me to stay. Before I can give him a mouthful, he swings his legs out of the bed to sit on the side. He picks up his phone, and touches the option to accept the call.

My hand rubs my forehead out of frustration while I take a deep breathe. I sit up myself in the bed, yawning whilst I rub my eyes to rid them of sleep.

"Yeah, okay. See you later." Harry mutters, ending the call. That was a quick phone call.

Harry stands up from the bed, wincing from the pain that I am assuming is from his head. "You need to get dressed; I'm taking you to meet King."

"King? The leader of your gang? The guy who is the reason that I got kidnapped?"

"Well, I'm glad you don't think of me as the reason anymore." Harry jokes, walking over to his closet.

"You didn't answer my question Harry." I argue, already annoyed at him.

"Yes, that's who King is. Now will you go and get dressed?"

I huff, turn on my heels and make my way out of Harry's bedroom.

And that brings us to the present time where I am sat in the passenger seat of Harry's car while he drives us to Kings house.

I'm not really sure what to expect, Harry doesn't talk about King. I don't even know what he looks like. I'm nervous though, I'm about to meet a gang leader and Harry and I haven't said a word to each other since I left his bedroom to get dressed.

"Why does King want to see me?" I ask Harry, picking at my cuticles out of nerves as I break the silence that we had fallen under like a blanket.

"He said that he wants to meet you. I don't ask questions; you never question King." He insists, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

"We're here."

Harry drives up a long gravel driveway, parking towards the entrance of the house next to the Rolls-Royce that is parked next to the Porché.

This isn't a house; this looks like fucking Buckingham palace.

I guess this is the kind of house that you live in when you run a gang...

Once I've climbed out of the car and closed the door behind me, I stare up at the palace in front of me as if it was a unicorn or some shit.

Harry starts walking towards the front door, I speed up my walking to catch up with him. The last thing I want to do is walk in there without Harry.

Harry doesn't knock, he just pushes the front door open causing a loud creaking sound to sound through the entrance hall of the house. I cringe at the loudness of the door as it seems to break the deadly silence.

As soon as you walk in, there is a spacious stair case with a modern gold railing wrapped round the edges. There are two double doors, entrances to different rooms on both the left and right. There are two doors that are placed just beyond the entrance to the staircase.

"King?" Harry's voice echoes.

"In here!" A deep voice echoes back, sounding as if it is coming from in front of where we are standing.

Harry starts walking towards the door on the left side, I follow behind him like a lost little duck. Harry's Chelsea boots click along the marble floors. I notice that he straightens his posture as we start to get closer to the door, it seems like he's trying to make himself taller or more intimidating but maybe I'm just over analysing him.

This place feels big enough to get lost in. I'm not really up for getting lost in a gang leaders house today...

We enter the room which ends up being a very large kitchen. I can't help but notice the highest of brands of kitchen appliances. Everything feels as if it's too expensive for me to even look at. My eyes scan over the room for a few seconds before I notice a man sitting at the circular shaped table that acts as a booth, behind the kitchen counter.

"Harry! Haven't seen you in a while mate. How's everything going?" The man greets Harry as he stands up from his previous seated position and starts walking towards where Harry and I stand by the entrance to the kitchen.

My eyes scan over the blonde man who I assume is King. He has a dagger tattoo sitting on his cheekbone and some words tattooed across the bottom of where his neck meets his shoulders. A cigarette that has just been lit, sits on the end of his lips. His beady eyes scan over my own figure, but the way that his eyes look over my body makes me feel dirty. I cross my arms over my chest in hopes that it will stop him.

"Everything is going fine with—"

"And who do we have here?" He interrupts whatever Harry was saying as he slowly stalks towards me.

"You told me to bring her, you know who it—" Harry starts but doesn't get to finish once again.

"Don't get smart with me boy." He spits at Harry, his eyes darkening. Harry doesn't say anything, he just drops his head to look at his feet as if he was in defeat.

"You must be Lexi; you can call me King." The man who I now know if definitely King, sadistically smirks at me, tilting his head as he holds his hand out for me to shake.

"You can call her Alexa." Harry murmurs, still staring at his feet with his hands clasped behind his back. I can tell by the way that his jaw in clenching that he isn't happy.

"Alexa then," King starts, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear since I didn't shake his hand. It doesn't feel like when Harry does it, it just feels wrong. I force my eyes to fall to my feet, I can't keep looking into his eyes. They just feel evil. "Is Harry treating you good? Giving you everything that you need?" The way that he asked the last question was in a way that he was insinuating something, I know what he's trying to imply. "Because if he isn't... You can always come to me sweetie. Okay?" He tilts his head down, trying to meet my eyes. I nod my head shortly as a response, I want to tell him to go fuck himself but I know that it wouldn't be a good idea to make a gang leader mad.

Harry clears his throat, as if he was trying to get Kings attention away from me. "Well, I think we should go now, was that everything you needed?" Harry asks King, his voice sounds deeper. His voice always goes deeper when he's mad.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't forget about the shipment deal that's in Vegas in three days. I'm counting on you, if you fuck this up there will be consequences." King spits at Harry, his voice turning dead serious again in comparison to how he was speaking to me only a few moments ago.

Harry nods slowly in reply, staring out the window into the garden as if he doesn't even want to look at King.

King steps forward and opens his arms as if he's going in to hug me but Harry wraps his hand around my upper arm and drags me towards him. I stumble over my feet slightly from the speed that Harry drags me. "See you next week King." Harry says to King before dragging me with him, out of Kings house and only letting go of my arm when he shoves me to sit in the passenger seat of his car.

"Uhm, ow!" I announce from the way that Harry was gripping my arm, annoyance in my tone. I rub my arm to try and soothe the pinched skin.

"Sorry Lexi, I just needed to get you out of there. I didn't like the way he was looking at you. He's not a good person." Harry explains, taking deep breaths in between his sentences like he is trying to calm himself down.

"He gave me creepy vibes if I'm being honest." I shudder just thinking about the way he was looking at me.

"Well, you won't be around him again okay? Not unless I can help it." Harry starts, rubbing the hand that's not on the steering wheel up and down his thigh in a stressed manner.

"It's fine Harry, I just don't like him."

"So if you do need something, you won't go to him right? Like you know you can ask me for anything? I don't mean in like... like the way he was talking about. Unless... uhm..." He stops his rambling with a nervous laugh while staring at his hands that are wrapped around the steering wheel.

My soft laughing grabs his attention as he turns his head to look at me and sees the amusement from his bad explanation written across my face.

He's so cute.

A smirk slowly rises on his face, his hands stop fidgeting, showing his anxiousness has now faded.

"I know what you mean Harry. If I have anything that I need... any needs at all, you'll be the first person I go to." I state confidently, looking out the window so he can't see that my face has turned red from blushing. Where did that confidence come from?

"Good to know Lexi, I'll keep that in mind."

Authors note:

Sorry for the long wait for this chapter!

We have Vegas coming up for the next chapter so stay tuned ;)

I hope you're all looking after yourselvesand staying safe, if you're not then I will find a way to beat you up so you better start now!

Okay, enough of the aggressive love. *virtual cuddle*

See you in the next one!

~Jess💜