Don't worry darling H.S

A target for many.

(A/N: the povs will switch in the middle of the chapter so just be aware of it. When Amelias name is centered it's her point of view, happy friday darlings xx. )

Harry Styles

March, Saturday 20th 2021

I pulled up to the right address, it was a big skyscraper. But what else could I expect, it was Rafael's daughter. She lived with Rafael and her mother, Teresa.

I looked at the time, seven pm. "Rafael should be out" I said to myself, "the mother should be gone in five minutes" I whipsered and took on my sunglasses.

I saw a woman walk out, I looked down at the file, flipped a page. I looked up, "Teresa" I said. When she was gone I drove to the valley beside the building. I got out of the car and walked inside.

I walked up to the right floor. It took a few minutes but I was here. Now the real work has started. I walked down the hall. I stopped at the right door. I was pretty good at breaking a door in, especially in silence. and I did, I opened the door slowly and walked in.

It was a nice place, really well decorated. But this family had loads of money. They had everything.

But she was coming with me to Orlando.

I walked inside what looked like the living room, at least one of them. I heard something from another room, it sounded like a television. I smiled as I knew where she was, I knew it was showtime.

My shoes were making a sound as I walked down the empty hallway. So I stopped for a second. "Mom?" I heard her voice. "Mom?" I heard the voice come closer.

I was standing up against the wall, there were pictures, I was standing up against them. I saw the shadow of her silhouette.

She came to my vision, she looked up and saw me. I pushed myself out from the wall and I felt a picture fall to the floor. It broke, the glass broke. She took a step back.

"Who are you?" she asked me, she took more steps back. I stepped closer, "get out" she told me. I didn't say anything, she turned around and took a chance. She ran.

" I have a knife" she yelled, "me too" I smiled as I walked into the kitchen to find her standing with a kitchen knife. She backed up, I took out my knife and showed her. "You don't want to run away from me, Amelia," I told her. "Who are you?" she asked me, I let the knife touch the countertop as I walked closer to her.

"Can't tell you" I told her as I walked close up to her. "But you might want to be extra careful right now," I said. 

I pulled a piece of fabric out of my jacket. I walked close to her without her seeing the fabric. "Put the knife down" I said slowly, "now Amelia!" I told her.

She let the knife slip out of her hands, it fell to the floor.

In a quick move I put the piece of fabric over her nose and mouth. She would pass out in a few seconds, then the job should be done. Easy.

And I was right, she fought against me for a few seconds but she did pass out in my arms. I carried her with me, to what I guessed was her room. I grabbed a random bag and put her on the bed.

I packed a lot of clothes, I don't know how long Ryan had planned for her to be in the base but I figured she needed clean clothes for however long. I just grabbed whatever caught my eye.