Synopsis: Harry's a tough gang leader who's a lovesick puppy for his girl
Harry was a gang leader. His gang was the biggest in England and he was in charge of it all. He made money off of illegal fights and owned a chain of pubs around London. He was a millionaire and everyone knew him as the toughest, strictest, unforgiving gang leader in, not just England, but the entire world.
Well, everyone except Y/N.
Y/N was Harry's girlfriend and the love of his life. The story of how they met, some might say, was a case of Stockholm syndrome but they really did end up falling entirely in love. Harry ordered his men to kidnap Y/N and use her as ransom against her father, a banker from the city. He never laid a finger on her, making sure she was well fed and looked after by the women in the gang. He would never hurt a woman, especially after what he experienced as a child, and as soon as ransom was paid, Y/N would be sent back to her home where she could live her life surrounded by riches.
Yet, during Y/N's stay, Harry became close with the girl, finding out she wasn't everything he thought she was. Y/N suffered from depression and anxiety. Her family life was anything but healthy with an alcoholic mother and a father who couldn't care less about his family, she found comfort in Harry since they both had someone to relate to.
Harry did eventually end up sending Y/N back to her home but Y/N's heart yearned for the man who she shared her first kiss with and spent the nights with and she knew she had fallen for him completely.
She ran away from home and tried to find anyone who could bring her back to Harry. She was eighteen and Harry was twenty five but the age didn't seem to concern her when she really felt like she had found her person.
Now, two years later, she was the most wanted woman in the whole of England. Not because she did anything wrong but she was Harry's weakness and, for Harry, having Y/N taken away from him would be worst than death itself.
The gang resided in an underground network. No one knew where it was unless you were part of it. There were rooms set up for people and anyone who entered thought it to be an underground palace.
Y/N wasn't allowed to go up to the surface. If anyone saw her she would be in far too much danger and Harry wasn't willing to risk it. She missed the fresh air but she knew going into this relationship what she'd be giving up to be with him.
"So, Mark, we need five new recruits. Jacob is a goner and we need to dispose of him, the first rule of this gang is trust and he disobeyed that rule by running his fucking mouth to the Heathens." Harry spits, anger fuelling his every word, "That's five new recruits for the fights set up to the south." He points.
"Yes sir." Mark crosses his arms.
"And Smith, I need you to a bring me-" Harry stopped when he heard the door of the meting room open. Everyone's head turned to see who had entered, their eyes focused on the small girl in her lilac pyjamas and white socks, rubbing her eye with her fist and yawning as she slowly walked over to Harry.
Harry sighed, his head falling back before looking at Y/N with soft eyes, his demeanour completely changing at her presence, "Baby, what are you doing up at this hour?" He stands and opens his arms for her to which she thankfully falls into his warm embrace,
She hums and nuzzles her face into his chest, "Missed you." She sighs and scrunches his shirt into her fist.
Harry runs his hand up and and down her back before looking up at the rest of the group who were looking down at their laps. They knew better than to look at Y/N and Harry's intimate moments together. "Angel, I have a meeting right now. It's important." He tried to be stern with her but no matter how hard he tried, his voice would raise any higher.
"Please let me stay, I haven't seen you all day." Y/N pouts up at him to which he playfully rolls his eyes and kisses her pouty lips.
"Will you be a good girl and stay quiet?" He smirks, everyone was use to this behaviour from Harry around his girl.
Y/N quickly nods her head and smiles when he picks her up and sits down, placing her on his lap and placing his warm hand up her shirt to rest on her back, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on her soft skin to try and get her back to sleep whilst quietly ordering his men.
The following day, Harry walks into Y/N's room. They shared a room of course but Harry had a room specially made for Y/N where she could decorate it however she wanted and fill it up with whatever made her happy. He wanted to get rid of her anxieties by giving her a place to relax and be by herself so the only people who had access to the room was herself and Harry.
It was quite amusing for Harry to go from one room to the next. The rooms in the underground tunnels were all decorated the same dark colours with low lighting, so walking from the other rooms into Y/N's was like living in hell and going up to heaven.
Her room was cosy and soft. She had a soft white carpet covering the floor and a bed in the Center of the room which also turned into a couch. A TV hung up on the wall and fairy lights were strung up in every corner. She had pictures of some of her friends and plenty of both her and Harry. In one corner, she had a set up for all of her paintings supplies and in another a little reading nook. It really was her definition of comfort and to Harry it summer her up completely.
She was currently sat in her reading nook, sat on a white beanbag curled up and reading her favourite childhood story, Coraline. Harry smiles to himself and walks over to her, she was so invested in the words on the page she didn't even notice his presence.
"Hey kitty," Harry speaks softly, startling her slightly.
She grins and puts her book down putting her arms out and making grabby hands, insinuating all she wanted was a cuddle with her boyfriend.
He picks her up and sits on the bean bag placing her on his lap and cuddling her close to him. He smooths her hair back and presses a kiss to her temple, "What are you reading?"
"Coraline. I haven't read it in a while, I remember when my grandma use to read it to me when I was younger." She smiles at the memory.
"Do you mind if I give it a read?" Harry wonders and immediately Y/N's nodding her head. She loved it whenever Harry would read to her. She loved the sound of his voice after a long day or just in general and having him read to her was a perfect opportunity to hear it continuously.
"Can I have a kissy first?" He pouts his lips and she giggles, pressing a kiss to his lips. Anyone witnessing this moment would never think Harry was actually the leader of a gang, let alone the biggest gang in the whole of England.
Y/N curled up on his lap as he read the words on the page, mimicking voices for each character. He ended up reading about half the book before he wrapped Y/N up in his arms and fell asleep, his troubles melting away.
Harry's weakness for Y/N didn't stop there.
"Is everybody ready?" Harry yelled, holding his gun in his hand. His finger was on the trigger as he waited for an answer.
Today he was training the new members. It wasn't often he had to train them but he really needed to toughen them up after many had grown weak, some even betraying the gang after being threatened at gun point. He was growing tired of it so he had no choice but to train them as much as possible in the harshest way.
"When you become part of this gang, you live and die by it is that understood?" His voice boomed across the room. His face was angry and his veins were visible on his neck. He was wearing a black v-neck, his muscles and tattoos showing on his arms and his chain Y/N got him for Christmas one year rested round his neck.
The recruits were shooting at targets. They were only young maybe about eighteen or nineteen, troubled youths as Harry liked to call them. He wanted to start early with them so they would grow to be tough, strong men.
He was doing well with putting a tough guard up until Y/N showed up. She was wearing an olive green maxi skirt and a white sweater over the top. Her hair was tied up and everyone stopped as they saw her come into the training room with a tea set on a tray.
Harry inwardly groaned before plastering a smile on his face, "Baby!" He cheered, everyone turning to him in shock at his complete change in demeanour. "What are you doing?"
He walked over to her and put his hands on either side of her upper arms, "Kitty, you know I have training today."
She smiled sweetly, "I know, I thought I would make everyone tea." She moved past him and grinned at all the boys, "Hi boys! I hope you're having fun," she spoke as she placed the tea on the table and started to pour everyone a cup, "I hope Harry's not being too mean. Don't worry he's a softy really." She pinches his cheek as he frowns at her words.
One of the boys was trying not to laugh and Harry straight away pointed his gun at him, "You think this is funny?" He threatened.
"Now now Harry, he's just a boy, leave him alone." Y/N rested her hand on Harry's arm.
Harry rolled his eyes, "You're right baby they are boys which is why I'm training them to be men."
"Don't be silly, every man has a cup of tea on their breaks. You should know." She smirks.
She starts to hand out the small tea cups to all the boys, earning a thanks from each of them. She pours Harry a cup In his favourite mug and hands it over to him, trying to persuade him with a grin, "Here you go bubs."
Harry side eyes her, he was annoyed at her for interrupting their training session but he couldn't say no to her. He takes the tea in his hands and thanks her with a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you baby."
Y/N smiles, "I love you." She whispers before picking up the tray and leaving the room.
Harry's in a haze as he watches her leave the room but he snaps back into reality and places his tea on the table, "Finish up and we'll start shooting practice again and don't fucking look at my girl like that again," he points at one of the boys, "or I'll shoot you in the fucking balls."
Amongst everything, Harry's favourite time of day was coming home and home was wherever Y/N was.
After a long day, he takes a shower in a separate bathroom from their en-suite room. More often than not, he's bruised or covered in the blood of somebody else and the last thing he wants is for Y/N to see so he takes a shower as soon as he gets back.
He does his short skincare routine and pulls his boxers on in haste before entering their bedroom and seeing Y/N snuggled up in bed. She's usually half asleep trying to stay awake for Harry to arrive home so she can say goodnight to him .
She's in her silk slip nightie and hidden under mounds of fuzzy blankets, Harry's heart soaring at the sight. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a girl like her in his life. He walked over and crawled onto his side of the bed, getting under the covers and sliding his hand around her waist.
Y/N hums at the feeling of him and turns around his embrace, nuzzling her face into his tattooed chest. "Hi." She hums.
"Hey angel." He sighs, in a cloud of happiness. "I'm home."
She smiles, her eyes still shut as he runs his finger up and down her spine. "Are you safe?" Is what she always asks after he's been gone the entire day.
"I'm here aren't I?" He was never safe, constantly walking with a target on his back wherever he went.
"I wish we could stay here forever." Y/N hums.
"Me too baby," he starts, brushing his fingers through her hair in hopes it lulls her to sleep, "One day, when all this is over, we won't have to worry about this life anymore. We'll start a whole new one, we'll buy a house perfect for the both of us and fill it up with babies and love. I might even let you get a cat if you're good." He teases.
"It sounds perfect." Y/N melts at the idea of living a whole new life with him.
"It does doesn't it?" Harry's also in a state of bliss as he thinks about it, "Anywhere as long as I'm with you sounds perfect to me."
"Harryyyy." She groans, "You say you're a badass gang leader but you're a big softy really." She teases, causing him to laugh.
"Only for you baby, only for you."