Punk Love (Harry Styles)

Am I a punk?……Yes. I just moved to Holmes Chapel and I'm starting a new school…..GREAT! I have piercings, tattoos, and I drink sometimes, but not all the time. I hate my mother I really do my dad named me not my mom. My name is Angel if she named me it would have been something fancy and horrid. My dad named me Angel cause he likes my style and tattoos. My real name is Angela, but Angel suits me better and my mother calls me that and I hate her. What happens when Angel meets a certain curly haired boy……..read the book and find out.


6. Are you sure



Angel's (POV)



We finally caught our breath and were now sitting in the grass. 'Why are they chasing us?' I asked. 'They want you dead.' Louis said. 'Louis!' Harry yelled. 'What she wanted to know!' he defended himself. 

'Well you could have been more subtle!' he yelled back. 'Yeah, yeah, are you going to ask her the question are should I?' Zayn piped up. Wait what question. Harry looked towards me and had pleading eyes. 'Angel would you consider going Midnight Memories?' Harry asked. 'What the fuck is that.' I said confused. 'It's our gang.' Zayn said.

I smiled cause I've been in a gang before and I was the leader until I had to move with those fuckers. 'Sure, I'd love to!' I said with excitement they all looked relieved. 'Great we need you to bring something that you truly hate and despise tonight then we can do the ritual.' Louis spoke. 'Then can I bring my mother?' I said jokingly. They laughed as well. '

'We will come by your house later at 8ish.' Harry said I nodded and we got up.

'K well i'm going to go home and get it and it's already like 5 so I'll meet y'all in a bit.' I said and hopped up jumping on my skateboard and riding to my house after saying bye to all of them.

I arrived at my house at 5:30 and Linda wasn't so happy. 'Where the heck have you been young lady?!' she yelled. 'Out with some friends.' I said. 'I got your car gas.' Melissa piped up in her squeaky little voice. 'Good!' I yelled. 

I ran up to my room and went to change clothes. I picked my clothes out and looked for the photo album full of memories my step-bastard gave me of him and his daughter. After I threw that into my bag I changed into my outfit:


I looked at the clock 7:55 I grabbed my bag and went downstairs and as if on cue the doorbell rang. Of course Linda got there before me, as soon as she opened the door she froze. 'Who are you?' she asked in disgust. 'Harry.' he said. he pushed past her and came up to me hugging me. 'THIS is who your hanging out with!?' she yelled.

Then of course the bastard and barbie walked in and gasped. 'Oh, stop acting surprised you see me everyday so he shouldn't be any different! Linda stop staring barbie stop acting like a princess and I really don't care what you do!' I yelled and grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him out of the house. 

'You call your mother by her first name?' he asked. 'She hasn't earned the right to be called 'mum' yet.' I said. He nodded and we got to the boys and took off to their hideout.

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