Dedicated to:@DanielleRyannX0 because I am in love with her story 'Love Is Blind' Harry is blind and Louis is... damn. I don't want to give it away aha..

HI @DanielleRyannX0 I luff your amazing writing abilities. x

OH MY G-O-S-H! HOW CUTE IS THIS GIF OF LOUIS!?!?! AWW BABY BEAR! I JUST WANNA CUDDLE HIM EVEN THOUGH HE'S WHAT 5'9 (HE'S NOT 5'9 ;) ) AND HE'S TALLER THAN ME BECAUSE I'M 5'7 (HE'S NOT TALLER THAN ME ;) )

Pouting Louis is my spirit animal.

---*---

(Edited 28/09/16)

Earlier that day, Harry had some... unfinished business to do. If you put lightly. One of his buyers was a few months overdue in pay, and he needed to do some, how do you say ' investigation'. So, shrugging on his Gang's Signature Leather Jacket; Angel's Demons (his had angel wings embroiled into the back [a mark of the leader])shoving a small hand gun into the inside pocket of his jacket and mobile into his tight skinny jeans pocket, he walked down the hall (not before glancing in the mirror to see if his eyeliner was on properly) and out the door of his Gang's mansion on the outskirts of Holmes Chapel, and into his Midnight black Range Rover. Zayn was waiting inside the vehicle on his phone, shouting orders into the receiver.

"NO! You listen to me you little bastard, if you're not at the alley way in an hour, we're gonna hunt you down. Do you hear me?" he paused listening to the response, rubbing his hand over his face in an irritated fashion. Harry started the car, and drove down the winding pathway of their estate. "An hour max. No more, no less. Be there" he snapped into the phone then abruptly hanging up the call. The Cheshire lad chuckled as Zayn sighed into his hands.

"Fuckin' hell mate. I swear that idiot doesn't know the meaning of a deadline. It means he's on the line, and if he doesn't pay up, he's going to be dead." Zayn exclaimed. Harry laughed loudly, speeding down the country roads with one hand on the wheel and the other on his cigarette.

"Well we should be there in 40 minutes. Hopefully he'll be there... Or we get to go on a hunting spree" he replied. Zayn nodded with a smirk present on his face as he wound down the window, lighting a fag and watched as the smoke swirl inside the car before rushing outside.

"Want one?" Zayn offered, shaking the packet in his direction. Harry nodded one hand one wheel while the other grabbed two out of its box. The tall boy slid one behind his ear and popped the other in his mouth, and cupped his hand in front of the end while Zayn lit it up.

"Thanks" he muttered as he inhaled. Zayn just nodded playing around with his small pocket knife.

The tall boy felt the smoke creep into his lungs, and the stress easing off his shoulders after each puff from the cancer stick.

"How much does this guy owe exactly?" Zayn inquired glancing at Harry with a hint of curiosity as he threw the butt out the window. Harry pursed his lips, thinking for a minute.

"'round 15 thousand. Take or give" He answered, looking over at the Bradford Boy. The Bradford boy gawked at the high number. "You serious?! Damn I like to see him get that amount in a month." Zayn exclaimed, laughing at the buyers' ridiculous actions. Their customer thought it would've been a good idea to buy more than a few bags of cocaine to use over a few months and Harry's men had given him some time to round up the money for them to pay off his debt.

Harry laughed along with him as he spotted the Welcome to Cheshire sign up ahead. "Eh, if he doesn't we get to kill him." He quipped, his voice laced with venom and his face pulled into a sadistic smirk.

——-

As they pulled up 10 minutes later, to the specific alleyway, they hopped out and strolled casually into the narrow area, and lent on opposite walls of each other. Harry slid the other cigarette into his mouth, and tilted his head to indicate Zayn to throw the lighter over. When he did –after he fumbled around each pocket for it- Harry lit up the cancer stick, inhaling and then exhaling making small smoke rings float up into the air.

They stood there for another 5 minutes, and the two men were getting irritated because the man had another 15 minutes to go... and they didn't want to wait around all day. Harry brought his wrist up and pulling back his leather sleeve to reveal a silver Rolex watch, showing it was 4:46pm.

He sighed in aggravation and glanced up just in time to see a figure jogging into the alley way, panting and clutching a yellow packet. Harry scoffed at the idiot before him, then pushed himself off the wall, Zayn following suit and walked beside him, with a sadistic smirk on his dark yet handsome features.

 "About time. I was getting worried." Harry mock-concern. He took in the middle aged in front of him. He had red rimmed eyes, pale skin and was shivering. His hair was disheveled, fist clenching and un-clenching and scratching at his wrists and yet, Harry didn't feel any sympathy for him.

There were two-words that described this man.

Cold Turkey.

"Here's the money." The man breathed, lifting up the folder into the gang leader's line of view. The Cheshire lad snatched it out of his grasp, making him flinch back. He passed it over to Zayn, and looked back at Mr. Cold-Turkey.

"What took you so long to pay hmm?" he asked sternly, his gaze predatory and locked on his prey. "I had to pay hospital fees. I needed to pay for knee surgery" he squeaked. Harry tutted at the poor excuse of a man and pouted mockingly.

"Then why were you running? You could do damage. You could-" he grabbed the man's collar and pushed him into the wall "rip open your stitches. Wouldn't want that would we?" he asked as his grip tightened, making the man squeak in fear.

"Answer me" Harry growled low and dangerous, his voice sent shivers down the frail man's body.

"N-n-no sir" he whimpered out. 

Zayn looked into the folder seeing hundred dollar bills wrapped together in bundles of ten. He started sifting through the money and counting each bundle.

"10. 11. 12. 13. 14..." he stopped when there were no more bundles of money. Zayn chuckled quietly before closing the folder and walked over to Harry who had the man pinned against the wall.

"He's a thousand short mate. What should we do with him?" he inquired, ignoring the man's pleas to have mercy and that he could get the money for them in 12 hours.

Harry felt a almost hysterical laugh bubble in the back of his throat, so he bowed his head as his body shook with silent chuckles. Oh this was always his favorite part of the job.

His head suddenly snapped up, and his gaze turned murderous.

The greens of his eyes engulfed by the dilated black of his pupils.

"Hey Zee... get your knife out." he ordered. Zayn fetched the flip blade out of his combat boot and flicked it open. "I want you to heat it up... make it nice and hot" Zayn nodded, his lips curling up wickedly as fished his lighter out and started to heat up the metal, watching as it started to glow a nice bright orange. He carefully handed it over to the taller male, who took it without looking and shoved it into the man's stomach. He loved watching peoples' faces screw up in agony.

The man yelled out in pain, but was quickly muffled by a piece of cloth stuffed into his mouth to keep from drawing attention to them. Harry pulled out the knife then stabbed his knee ripping open the stitches. The man cried and cried, but was ignored as Harry kept slashing him with the hot metal. The knife was like his paintbrush and the man his canvas, each strike joining together to make itself into a work of art. A masterpiece of some sort.

A very fucked up masterpiece that was for sure.

"This" *stab* "is" *stab* "what happens" *stab* "when your overdue and have" *stab* "the incorrect amount of money" *stab*

The man was losing consciousness, his eyes filling with black dots and all he could taste and smell was his blood. Tears were pouring out his eyes, as he whimpered, cloth now soaked in blood. Harry stood back and looked over at Zayn, gesturing over to the limp body that was now very close to death.

"Want to do the honors?" he asked grabbing a rag from his back pocket and wiped his hands off. Zayn smirked and threw his cigarette down on the slightly damp ground. He stepped on it, putting it out before shuffling over to Harry who had the dirty knife handed out to him.

Zayn knelt down beside the wheezing lump, and tutted. "Shouldn't have left it last minute" he said before slitting the man's throat and then stabbed the sharp metal straight through his sternum and right into the man's weak beating heart, killing him almost instantly.

The man on the ground made a gurgling sound, and then finally shut his eyes, losing all signs of life.

Zayn stood back up and wiped his hands with the rag. He looked over at Harry. "Well... that was fun" he remarked making them both laugh hysterically. They stopped and then looked at the exit just in time to see a flash of blond running past with strong laughter following. 'Kids' Harry thought with a shake of his head.

Zayn was on his phone, muttering quietly into the receiver ordering someone to come and pick up the body and remove all evidence. Harry had his hands shoved in his pockets as he stared down at the ground. He heard fast footsteps and a squeak in surprise and looked up to feel a body come in contact with his in a full force. He gripped the smaller body's (curvy) waist and prepared for impact.

When his back made contact with the pavement, he grunted in slight pain in his shoulder. His eyes opened when he heard a scared, -yet beautifully angelic- voice apologize over and over again and found a pair of cobalt eyes gazing back at his own with the most sincerest looks he's ever seen. body.

"I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean to. I tripped b-before slowing down." the small boy stuttered, as he bit his lip and gripped his victim's large hand as he pulled him up with all his might. Louis wasn't exactly the most strongest person. Harry couldn't help but notice how innocent this creature was in front of him, as he gently plucked a (was that a flower crown?! Harry's heart couldn't help but melt) and a discarded book that must have feel during the collision. Bloody hell, innocence just screamed from him.

The small angel blushed when he realized that Zayn and himself were watching him. "I'm sorry. I really am, is there anyway I can make it up to you" he squeaked out, toying with the sleeve that swamped over him. Harry's eyes softened as he saw the angels' eyes were getting glassy.

"No. Its okay. Just don't do it again. You hear, watch here you're going." the Cheshire Lad said sternly, making the smaller boy flinch and nod his head rapidly.   He lent forward so he could whisper into his ear, his breath fanning over his neck "Now go, I'll see you soon" he whispered into his ear and from the close proximity, Harry could smell the fruity scent of the boy's shampoo and Harry tried his best not to bury his face in it. Because that would be weird. Especially for someone he had just met.

He heard the small boy's breath hitch and whipped his head around to Harry who was smirking down at him. The younger male nodded rapidly and scurried off. Harry watched with a smirk as he watched him go, -his eyes glancing down at his round and curvy bottom and thick thighs- and licked his lips before quickly turning to Zayn, who had his eyebrow raised in a knowing matter.

"What?" Harry asked, eyebrows furrowed. Zayn just shook his head but lent up against the wall, smoking yet another cigarette. He did the same and lit himself one, when Zayn hit his chest with the back of his hand and tilted his head over to a Navy pick up truck drive past... that just so happened to have his angel inside.

They both watched on as the boy looked over at the driver and then out the window to see Harry and Zayn staring back. Shock, fear and curiosity flashed through his eyes before facing the front again, making the two men chuckle.

They pushed themselves off the wall and shuffled to their car and drove off, just missing the smaller lads last glance before they turned the corner.

The ride home was silent with only the radio playing some 80's one hit wonder.

When they arrived home, Zayn went straight to the kitchen claiming that he hasn't eaten in ages. While Harry went up to the main office (his office) and sat down, stashing the money in the small safe he had hidden behind a automatic door that slid open on the ground.

He sighed, rubbing his face and went to the bathroom and stripping off, having a hot shower to get off any blood left on his skin. While rinsing the soap off, his thoughts drifted to the small innocent boy who bowled him over. His blushing cheeks to his caramel feather hair that fell just in front of his eyes to the white rose flower crown to his small curvy body that looked like it was crafted by the goddess of Venus herself.

He shook his head clear of the innocent angel, and hopped out when he felt himself getting aroused. Harry almost felt dirty for thinking of the boy in such a way.

He can't let an innocent beauty get to close to him. Getting close meant getting him into a world of darkness he just knew would hurt him in some type of way.

 He can't let anyone in.

Not even flower boy.

---*---

THOUGHTS ON CHAPTER?

THOUGHTS ON HARRY'S SIDE OF THEIR FIRST ENCOUNTER?

Some constructive criticism would be nice, to help me improve my writing. Any type of nasty messages would be immediately deleted and you will be blocked.

So don't waste your or my time, yeah x

QOTD: Who's your favorite band/singer besides 1D?

Answer: Thats a tough one... I'm quite fond of Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds at the moment. I've been a fan of Paloma Faith for years too.

Post answers below ^-^

-Vee x