The rest of the day went well. Tom went back to exploring the school and didn't ask Harry about the hat again. Even though Harry could still feel the blond staring at his back at their shared lessons, he got a bit used to it so it didn't bother him that much.
At the evening Harry didn't have anything to do so he decided to go for a walk. Danny and Dougie had other things to do and he didn't want to bother them, but all of the sudden energy he had drove him crazy. He needed something to do, so he let his legs carry him around the streets of the city.
Harry got so lost in his thoughts about Tom and the weird feeling he got whenever he was next to the blond, that he didn't realize he was walking the streets of a very famous gang of fighters that he did not want to meet. When he did notice he swore and quickly started to walk away, but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a familiar voice.
"I am only passing here. Would you please move so I can continue my walk?"
Tom. Harry swore again and turned towards the place the voice came from. He could only pray that Tom didn't get involved with the gang he knew he will come across once he rounded the corner.
Unfortunately, he was right. It was the gang these streets 'belonged' to. And if that wasn't enough, their leader "Sharp" was with them. They were seven including Sharp, all holding they're knives. Some pointed them at Tom, some simply played with it.
Each gang/fighter had a specific weapon and fighting style. Sharp's gang had a Spyderco C59CFP Shabaria knives. Harry hated knives, for it was a knife that gave him that scar.
Harry fought Sharp once. In fact, it was the first fight Harry fought here in the city, and it was the fight he got his fight-name from. Sharp underestimated him and lost. Later, Harry had heard, Sharp swore that if he ever came across Harry again he will kill him. So walking right into his territory wasn't much of a good idea. And Harry wasn't even wearing his hat. shit...
Tom was the first to notice Harry, but before he could say anything Sharp caught the change in Tom's expression.
"What are you looking at?- Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Now looking at Harry, Sharp smile that wicked smile of his that made his look as insane as he really was. Especially with his spiky black hair and cat-like green eyes.
"Leave him alone Sharp. He's not like us."
Sharp's eyes narrowed at Harry's statement. "So you know him! How lovely~"
As if reading their leader's mind, one of Sharps followers moved to stand behind Tom. His left hand pulled Toms forehead backwards, causing the blonde's chin to stick up in the air and reveal his thought, as his right hand which held the knife placed it right under Tom's Adam-apple. Tom's eyes widened and he dry-swallowed, he's entire body stiffening.
Another one of Sharp's followers attended to Tom's hands and tied them behind his back with a rope he pulled out of his pocket.
Harry swore. He could feel his body starting to fill with adrenaline. Every cell in his body ready to spring into action. But he couldn't do anything for now. Not while Toms life was at risk.
Harry cursed himself for caring about someone so much again. He mentally shook his head, trying not to think about it now, and focused on finding a way to get out of this sticky situation with both him and Tom alive. But his luck didn't seem to be getting any better in the near future. Sharp had the upper hand, which left Harry to simply hope that Sharp wasn't really intending to kill him and that it was just some idiot's prank.
Thankfully, Sharp didn't look like he was going to kill him… yet… but the insane smirk/grin the raven-haired bastard had gave Harry goose-bumps. Harry glared at him, and if looks could kill (or at least startle someone) he would definitely want to have that power right now. Not that he wanted Sharp dead, but still. A dead Sharp is always better then a living Sharp.
Sharp was obviously smirking now. Asshole… Harry thought to himself. Tom looked as if he was seconds from screaming in pure panic. And who could blame him? He was tied up, a knife at his throat, and his life was depending on people he barely knew or didn't know at all. The look on Tom's face made Harry's heart clench.
Suddenly, Sharp broke into a laugh. It was a very laud and mocking kind of laugh. Another sign that he was plotting something cruel.
"You care for him! You CARE for him!" Sharp said as if it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Some of his followers smirked or chuckled, but none of them dared to ask what was so funny. One of them seemed to know though, because he was also laughing hysterically. Harry recognized him. Neal. He was closer to Sharp more than any of his followers and would obey any order Sharp would give him. He was also the only one with Sharp the day Harry fought him the first time, and was the one carrying Sharp away while he was unconscious. Telling Harry he should sleep with his eyes open.
Sharp's laugh ended as fast as it started, his face dissolving into that evil smirk once more as he said "Let's see just how much you care for him."
To be honest, Harry would have liked to know the answer to that himself. But more importantly, why.
Harry was startled when he felt his jeans pocket vibrating as his cell started playing the ringtone he had specially for Danny. Not that there where many people that called him, but still…
He glanced at his pocket worriedly, but quickly turned to glare back at Sharp when he heard him say "Answer it", a sly smile playing on his lips.
