CROSSFIRE - [ZARRY]

PROLOGUE

HARRY

I had been lying in that swivel chair for over an hour. My feet, still wearing the usual brown leather boots, were resting on the huge wooden table, which made my illustrious boyfriend look at me every five minutes, with a threatening look, trying to coerce me to remove them from there. .

The older one was still focused on building our next big robbery. In fact, he had been focused on it for weeks, increasingly diminishing any possible contact between us.

Bored, I opened the first drawer I found on the desk, and luckily, I found a 38 revolver there. I opened the magazine, removing the six small projectiles and refitting them again and again, until the sound of a knocking on the door it was present.

- Its open! - I warned, in a slightly louder voice.

Soon, the silhouette of Liam, my best friend and right arm, passed through the door, leaning against it and stopping to face us.

- The newbies are here! - He commented, a little excited.

- And? - I raised my eyebrows.

- You know you have to go get them, Harold. Are you going to tantrum every time? - rolled his eyes.

- Look how you talk to me, Payne ... - I raised the gun in my hand, pointing at it.

Unconsciously, a smile started to open on my face and the same with Liam, because we always had this kind of joke that maybe, it wasn't very healthy, but we loved it. Zayn, on the other hand, just continued to exist there, ignoring us completely.

I kept the revolver in the waistband at the back of my pants, adjusting myself a little in the chair to get comfortable.

- How much do I have to pay you to speak for me?

- Come soon. - the biggest one hurried out. - BOTH! he shouted in the middle of the hall.

Zayn and I snorted at the same time, which ended up causing us a good laugh as we walked until we were, in fact, in the mansion's huge room.

I leaned against the glass table present there, with the brunette a little ahead, upright and showing how polite he was and also a great host. Liam, on the other hand, was on my right side, a little further away, sitting in the chair at the end of the table, Gigi was the same way, but next to Zayn and the new recruits facing us, staring at us with wide eyes and some of them were noticeably sounding cold.

It was funny.

- Bienvenidos! Delighted to know ... - I prevented the brunette from continuing, already noticing the confused countenance of the majority there.

- Do you intend to make this stupid joke every time? - I rolled my eyes.

- Do you intend to spoil every time? - countered and Gigi and Liam snorted.

- It will start all over again. - the blonde commented, resting her head on the arms leaning against the table.

- No no go. - Zayn turned his gaze to the recruits. - Welcome! It is a pleasure to have you here. - everyone nodded. - The idea was to make everyone nervous thinking that I wouldn't speak their language, it would be a kind of joke to break the ice, but my boyfriend did the favor to spoil it.

- Be more practical. - snorted - My name is Harry, his name is Zayn, we're in charge of this shit. Now introduce yourselves!

- My love. - the shorter stared at me again. - Let me take care of the introductions. - blinked

- As he said, in fact, my name is Zayn Malik, that horse that just spoke is called Harry Styles, but I would not call him a horse, it is dangerous. - warned and I lowered my head, holding my laugh. - Anything can and should be passed on to Liam or Jelena. - pointed to both. - And they'll pass it on to us. If it is something of great importance and they are not there, then they can speak directly to us.