Can you feel my heart? || l.s

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello! This is the first chapter of "Can you feel my heart?", i hope you will like it. It's called like this after the song, because I had the original idea for this book while I was listening to it. The playlist's name you'll find in this chapter, is one of my personal playlists, and you can find it on spotify.
I apologise for eventual mistakes. Enjoy ;)

"Kill him?" He wasn't confused - don't get it wrong - but he truly didn't understand what was going on in that moment. Really, he worked in that industry long enough to know that he wasn't supposed to ask a lot questions, but in that case, he just needed to know. After all, they were asking him to kill a fucking twenty-two year old, and it was only fair to ask why the hell he should've.
"For fuck's sake Tomlinson, you really are a pain in the ass" The man who stood in front of him, young and cranky, was the headmaster of WKY, better known as "We Kill for You". And yes, even Louis started laughing when he first knew the real name of the company - he couldn't believe it - and it took a bit of time to understand they weren't actually kidding.

Niall was watching him with annoyed eyes, adjusting his glasses on his nose, while he slowly took a glass of gin from the table, bringing it to his mouth. "Alright, listen to me" He said, taking a sip and getting up from the black leather chair he was seated on. "Yes, he is a very young man, but you have to kill him. He is really dangerous, believe me, just as you are, and you need to be really careful if you want to succeed."

Now Louis was a little bit confused because really, dangerous? How could a twenty-two year old be dangerous? He was practically still a baby. So that's what he said to Niall, and he wasn't expecting the answer he received. "He is a trained killer" Niall was talking while pacing around the big room, and he stopped in front of the open balcony to breathe the spring air of outside. "What?" Louis was really surprised.
"You heard me, he is a killer. A great one, if i may add"
"But- It's literally impossible"
"It's not, otherwise I would've had no reasons at all to ask you to kill him"
Well, Louis wasn't expecting that. When he received a call from the company that morning, he was glad to finally go back to work, after two months of doing absolutely nothing - except for fucking around in strip clubs and taking private jets for little vacations, he literally did nothing -, but he expected something more...normal. Not that normal, i mean, he was a fucking killer, not a lawyer or a fisherman.
"Look Niall, don't get me wrong, you know i love my job and i can't wait to start again, but i really wasn't expecting you to ask me this. Can i at least think about it? Give me two days, and then i will come back to give you your answer. Is that okay?" Louis talked calmly while he rolled the sleeves of his white shirt, unbuttoning the first three buttons, because even if they were in may, it was very hot outside that day.
Niall walked in front of him and opened the glass door to the internal hallway, indicating with one hand the exit.
"You have two days Tomlinson"

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It took him five long and excruciating hours to get back home, not because his apartment was far away from the center of London - where the WKY had its general quarters - but because he decided to investigate about the famous killer he had to kill, and to do that he needed a little help.

That's why he spent most of his afternoon in a little and elegant house near London, where one of his more trusted friends and colleagues lived: Zayn.

When he first arrived, the door was already open, given the fact that he had called earlier to make sure Zayn would've been home.
"Welcome back mate!" He had just entered the door when two arms wrapped around his body, lifting him from the ground. Louis smiled and hugged back, giving Zayn a little punch on the arm so that he would leave him on the ground. "Come on lad, the last time I saw you was three weeks ago, and it wasn't a pleasant experience" Zayn closed the door and went to seat on his big white couch, putting his feet on the little coffee table in front of it.
Louis laughed going beside him, because he remembered that encounter very well.