Over Again (Harry Styles/One Direction)

Emily Rose was just your normal 17 year old with a lot of responsibilities. She went to school and worked at a coffee shop to earn money for her ill father, a retired cop. Lately she's been feeling like her life was boring and repetitive this was until one day former gang member Harry Styles came into the shop. They had an instant connection, but what happens when gang members, sickness, death, and drugs are doing everything they can to tear them apart?

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18. The real me

Over Again

 

Chapter 19:

 

Emily's P.O.V

 


"Tell me" I whispered holding onto his tear stained shirt as tightly as I could. I had no idea what to expect. What  things could he be hiding from me?

"Okay, It all started a few years ago"...

 

Harry's  P.O.V

 


*FLASHBACK*

 


I was 12 years old when my father first recruited me into his gang. It was a few months after my mother had died from lung cancer. My mother was a beautiful, caring and gentle women. She wouldn't have wanted any of this for me.

 He had explained to me how he had to sell drugs and risk his life for the family in order to pay the bills and get my mother the chemo she needed to live longer. He explained how he did it for love. She obviously didn't know about it. I'm pretty sure she would have left him if she ever found out. But now that she's gone he said there was still no way out. He was in this for life.

"Son... This is your future. This business will soon be yours."

He smiled at patting me in the back lightly, making it seem like everything was going to be okay. But it wasn't.

That day he showed me every type of drug I would have to deal with selling. How much each would cost. The effects they all had on a persons body. He even let me try some. At the time I didn't know what it was but I was fucked up by the first blow.

And that night I saw my father kill another man for the first time. He was showing me how to handle someone who hasn't payed their dues for a long time. The man was probably in his late 30s. My dad had strapped him into a chair yelling at him to stay still. This drug addict tried to reason with my father explaining how he can't make the payment in time because he just got fired from his job. My father just laughed at him saying he had heard it all before as he started to take his switch blade out of his pocket. 

I tried to look away and cover my eyes not wanting to see what I thought was going to happen next but then he yelled out.

"Don't you fucking cover your eyes boy.... This is what you will become ! Look at him stare into his eyes while I kill him this will teach you not to let anyone fuck with you. This is your life now."

I watched as he cut the mans throat. Tears rushing down my face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I slowly dropped to my knees crying our loudly.  After my dads "business" was done he came over to me and slapped me in the face.

"Don't you ever cry. Do you hear me?! There will be no emotion from you from now on."

I wiped away my tears quickly and looked him straight in the eyes. That's when I realized this man was not my father. He's not the same guy that took my to the park when I was little and pushed me on the swings. He was not the guy who visited my mom in the hospital giving her a kiss goodnight before her medicine kicked in and she became tired.

No

This man in front of me was a cold blooded killer. A convict, a murder. But to the gang he was a leader, a legend. Their idol that id have to live up to.


After that everything just became more violent.

I had my first kill or shall I say kills when I was 15. These two guys were trying to mug me . When they pushed me on the ground and kicked me I just took it and laid there. But I remembered my father words about death and if someone fucks with you you set them straight so I got up and fought back. When they noticed I wasn't backing down they took out their weapons from their pockets. Out of fear I immediately took out my gun and shot both of them. I was in shock shaking rapidly after realizing what I had just done. Hearing people scream and loud sirens coming close brought me back and I quickly ran from the crime scene never looking back. Later that night as I got home I saw a letter on the fridge.

"Today son you became a man"

And that was the last contact I had with my father.

He put me in charge. But after all his guys that was in the gang had died I had to recruit my own. That was the hardest thing for me. I looked for guys around my age guys that were strong fearless and would do anything to make a tremendous amount of money. So I went to guys that were down in the dumps. The ones that had deaths in their families recently or felt so powerless that they needed something to live for. And that's where I came in.


That was why I didn't want Emily to begin with. That was why I am who I am and I'm not sure if I can ever change....

Thanks for reading guys :) let me know what you think.

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