The light flashed on the screen of my mobile, stealing my attention away from the class. Annoyed, I took it off the table and threw it in my bag. After class, still vibrating in intervals, I took it out.
Call me ASAP.
What does ASAP mean?
Honey, I need to talk to you now. Where are you?
Have you seen the update? I need to talk to you before that.
Okay, I think you must have seen it. Is that why you aren’t talking?
It’s been 2 hours! C’mon! I need to talk to you.
Pick the fuck up.
I picked up the incoming call to avoid answering the texts.
“Where the fuck have you been?” He yelled.
“In class! My gosh! If I’m not answering your messages or your call, I would be busy, right?” I yelled back.
“No, you’re supposed to answer my texts!”
“When have I answered texts!” He wasn’t making sense.
“Okay. Point. Where are you?” He asked, calming down.
“Just got out of class! She took a two-hour lecture. My head hurts.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Wait, Mike is right outside the building. Climb into the car, and come here.”
“Where is here? I rather go home, Harry,” I told him, already tired of the long day.
“It’s not safe right now. Come here and rest.” He cut the call, and I had to climb into the car. Mike was sitting there, smoking away, and he straightened when he saw me.
“Sorry, Harry asked me to take you back to his house.” He told me, starting the car. They worshipped him, it seems. I’ll never understand gangs.
Harry was the son of the leader of one of the two biggest gangs that ruled this city. And I, a normal international student, who came here on an exchange program and chose to continue my degree here, became his girlfriend. I didn’t know how, because I recently found out about his affiliations with the gang. I was just quite into my course, studying Media and Culture and he just was nice to me from the start.
“We are going to his house? But, that’s so far away!” I groaned.
“Don’t you have a week off, now? Festival and stuff?” Mike asked.
“At least, stop on the way to my place so I can collect my things. I’ll work there.”
“Umm, it’s not safe. We shouldn’t stop.” He fidgeted.
“Please Mike,” I sugar-coated my voice.
“Okay, you will have five minutes, though!”
I ran up the stairs to my room and took the largest bag out. Dumping some clothes, my prep kit, books, laptop, chargers, everything I could possibly need in the week, and rushed down.
Coming down the stairs, the main door was blocked off. I called Mike, “Dude, the doors shut! What’s happening?”
“Fuck! Charlie’s guys are here! Listen, climb down the back balcony, I’ll pull the car there!” He said, hurried and tensed.
“What? What’s happening! Climb down where?” I tried pushing the door open, but it didn’t budge.
“Call the Boss. We got the girlfriend.” I heard a voice claim and bang the door from outside.
I climbed the first floor and saw Mike pull the car. “Catch my bag!” I threw it down, and he caught it, dumping it in the backseat.
“Be careful. Harry will have my throat!” He said as I climbed down the pipe. Slippery as it was, I twisted my ankle as I hit the ground. But, Mike picked me up and made me sit in the car, before rushing to his side and driving off.
Hitting the main road, I turned around to get my bag, “Mike, we have cars following us!”
“Oh shit! Fuck!” He increased the speed and speed dialled Harry.
“Where the fuck, are you?” He screamed.
“Harry! We have cars following us! We stopped at my place to get my things, and they shut the door, and they said we got the girlfriend, they are catching up, Harry!” I yelled.
“What! You stopped at your place! What did I tell you, Mike! Straight home!” Harry’s voice when angry could make a grown man cry. A little harder, and he could pee in his pants as well.
Mike, increased his speed with Harry’s voice increasing.
“Jason! Tell the lads to leave the warehouse! Keep talking to me, baby.”
“Harry! What is happening?” I asked, scared now.
“Nothing honey, I’ll explain when you reach.” Within no time, we had two cars, right beside us acting as protection against the cars that were following us.
“I hurt my ankle too,” I said, watching the cars following us stop, as we enter the Styles’ Land. The car slowed down as we reached the mansion, and I saw Harry standing outside, with five bodyguards around him.
He opened my car door and picked me up. My hands went around his neck, and he placed a kiss on my lips. “I am sorry for rushing you.”
“I am sorry for delaying the plan. I wanted my stuff,” I whispered. “It’s not Mike’s fault.”
Harry nodded, “Get her bag, and keep it in my room.” He told Mike. We walked inside the lobby, where a nurse was ready to fix my ankle.
“I don’t think it needs more than a spray,” I told her. She checked it and shook her head.
“I am wrapping it up, don’t put pressure on it,” Harry grumbled, in anger.
“It’s my fault,” I repeated.
“No, it’s mine.”
“What happened? Tell me now?” I was genuinely worried now. “Where is your father?”
“He is out of the country. Will come in a week, I messed up.”
“What did you do?” I asked, pulling him closer.
“Old beef with Charlie. Raised it up, again. Family rivalry. It’s just worse this time because, we fought,” Harry sat closer to me, pulling me in his lap. I checked his body for injuries. “I don’t have any, he does though,”
“So, are we having an off because of this? The entire week is off, will it continue for longer?” I asked.
“Till everything calms down,” I sighed. “Well, it’s not my fault that our party’s ruling.” He smirked.
“Take me up.”
“Harry, you’re in the news,” I called for him.
“What?” He ran and sat next to me.
The Styles family clashes again with the Shaw’s. Is it just a fight between the big boys or will it take a political turn?
“What sort of reporters are these?” I said, disgusted.
“I don’t know. You’re studying Media,” He giggled.
“So, I can’t leave the house?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you entertained,” He laughed as pushed me down on the sofa, and climbed on top.
“You guys fight was no reason.”
“Hmm,” He said kissed up my neck.
“You think, I can talk to Charlie? Put some sense into him, too?” He stopped and looked at me. I tried to reach his face, but he held my wrists.
Anger filling his expression, “No, you won’t talk to him.” He said, tightening the hold.
Okay but lemme just say I love how close Europeans are. Like men touching men isn’t as stigmatized as it is in the US and when Ed was hilariously touching James’ nipples during Shape of You, it was pretty gay but super funny. And its just that they’re friends and they’re so comfortable being so close and it’s just great!!!