❝I love her not for the way she dances with my angles, but because the sound of her name can silence my demons.❞ -unknown.
Harry Styles. Leader of the West Side gang. The one who called the shots, and also made the shots. The one who would gladly put a bullet between the eyes of a fourteen year old girl if it meant money, drugs, staying alive and staying out of prison. Every cop that dared to get close to his pack of mangy mutts, was shot and killed, the gun in the hands of Harry Edward Styles.
So who is he you ask? Who is the one your daddy warns you about? Who is the one that everyone thinks is an actual spawn of Satan himself? Why that's him. The devil in the making, Satan on earth. No heart, no feelings. Just a need for drugs, alcohol, money and girls. That's why your daddy tells you every night who he is, and what he's done. Because one day, he'll want you to be his arm candy. And can I warn you of something?
When you are his girl for the week... When you are his arm and eye candy. Don't run away. Don't try to escape, don't fight him because you'll be his next victim.