Harry Styles - Agents of love

Chapter 1

This is my first Harry Styles book woohoo. Enjoy my lovelies xxx.
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I woke up to the sound of my phone alarm going off. I turned on my phone screen but the brightness made my eyes immediately squint and go sore. I realised there was an amber alarm going off on my phone meaning I had to go to headquarters immediately. I wondered how serious the emergency was because if the alarms amber there is definitely something wrong. I dashed into the bathroom and got changed into my signature smokey grey dress, matte black blazer and gloss black heels. I put my hair into a messy bun and put on a dash of makeup before I grabbed my hand guns and put them into my right thigh holster under my dress and the holster under my left arm beneath my jacket.

I rushed out of the house making sure to lock the maroon door. I hurriedly went over to my blood red Lamborghini with blacked out windows and a convertible roof. This was a normal day to day life for me - hurtling around, doing top secret missions and assassinations. You name it, I have probably done it.

After a speedy ride, I got to HQ. It was a tall tower building complex with 13 floors and a small penthouse which my boss lives in. I parked in the underground parking lot in my special space with the label "Agent 001" written across it. It was unexpectedly silent and calm as I got out of my car. Maybe there is a meeting, immediately I thought nothing of it. I confidently clicked along in my high heels towards the entrance to the reception area, which was opened by our two bodyguard doormen, Noah and Bobby.

As I got into reception, there was an unfamiliar face at the desk. She promptly stood and said 'Good morning madame 001, I'm the new receptionist Gaby. Mr.Stone has an emergency meeting for you and him in his office. He told me to send you up asap.' I replied 'Nice to meet you. Thank you for the information. I shall go right away.' I started to walk off then turned and called 'Gaby, one thing. Don't say madame and be formal just call me agent 001 or 001.' The new receptionist nodded as I waltzed of to the lifts where I had to do the usual routine of scanning my fingerprint to make sure I wasn't an intruder or worse.

I evetually got out of the lift at the 13th floor where Mr.Stone's office sat. I knocked carefully on the door followed through by entering the office. Mr.Stone had a nice view of the city I have to admit it, I'm kinda jealous. 'Agent 001' he said 'Sir' i replied. 'How was your drive here? I hope you weren't too rushed?!' I calmly answered 'It was ok thank you sir, and not at all I'm used to all this rushing around the world by now.' He chuckled to himself. Normally I like to plan ahead and take every move tactically and wisely. The worst part is Mr.Stone knows I hate being rushed - especially in the morning.

Mr.Stone and I got on really well. He has been head of MI6 for 21 years now, he knows pretty much everything you need to know. He was slightly older then most agents but that just made us all think he was wiser and knowledgeable then us.

I asked 'Sir, why am I here? Is there something wrong? I had the amber alert this morning usually that isn't a good sign.' He replied with a concerned look on his face 'Yes, we have had a slight crisis.' He pushed a folder over to me. 'The Greek mafia have slaughtered 9 of our MI6 agents.' I flipped through the pages and pages of analytics and pictures of the crime scenes each picture turning out to be more gruesome than the previous. I was in pure shock, no mafia had ever been this far before some may shoot at us others just be brutal, there has never been such lengths taken against us as this.

Mr.Stone burst out 'I think you can solve this! You have dealt with the Greeks before. You know what they are like but something is definitley different this time. Mabye a sense of revenge and distastefulness due to our last intervention.' I muttered 'That's pretty obvious isn't it.' He carried on 'Based on the intelligence we have, we gathered a theory that this mafia have gotten a newer, more powerful leader, which we need to assassinate before anymore of my agents get killed and before that mafia can do anything worse then what they have done already.' I furrowed my eyebrows in deep thought if they were worse than last time I wouldn't be able to solve this alone.

'So' I said 'You want me to get rid of this obnoxious and dictated leader and the rest? By myself?' He stood from his chair and laughed lightly 'No. You will have help.' He smirked, ok something was up he may laugh and smile but this look was very rare. I said 'It better not be agent 033, he is stupid and makes too many rash decisions to be able to handle this level of mission..' He laughed again. I was starting to loose my patience he was up to something that I knew I wouldn't like. 'Who am I going to babysit this time then?'

'Me.' said a voice from the darker corner of the room. How could I not have noticed a person was there, kicking myself for not having better instincts and special awareness. I turned around and couldn't believe what I saw. 'Agent 007.' I said in pure shock and inquisition. He held out his hand. I quickly snapped 'I thought you died years ago!' I slowly shook his hand my eyes wide still not believing who was standing in front of me.

Agent 007 answered in a very smooth tone 'Well maybe it got boring and I needed to get back into much missed action, and don't sound so disappointed we are gonna get along very well.' He patted me on the back as he let out a little chuckle, I could smell his fresh minty breath as his chuckle came to an end.

I'd seen pictures of 007 before, every agent knew who he was: with his unruly long brown hair, green eyes, tall height, muscular build and a peculiar but great fashion sense. All new agents aspired to be him. To be honest he was more attractive then the pictures they did him no justice. Today he was wearing a white shirt, blue blazer with matching blue trousers with a pink floral print on them and some black suede shoes. His face had a soft expression as he turned to look at Mr.Stone, with one strand escaping the slick gel trying to bring some order to messy curls.

I turned back to reality as Mr.Stone said sitting back at his desk 'You two will be leaving tommorow.' 'You will be playing as husband and wife, you will have to make up the backstory yourselves.' I glared from Mr.Stone to 007 and back again not liking the idea one bit. He carried on 'You will need your bags packed with clothes for Greece, weapons and one carry on bag with any personal things you need. This is a very dangerous case, which is why I have got my two top agents doing it, because I know you can do it I have no doubts.' Mr.Stone looked at us both. 'Be here by 8am sharp.' He warned specifically looking at agent 007. 'Thankyou sir.' I said. '001!' He quipped, I looked at him 'Go get those motherfuckers.' I nodded reassuringly 'I won't let you down sir.' I started to walk off as he shouted 'You never do.' I smiled as me and agent 007 left his office.

We both strolled to the lift as we scanned our fingerprints and went down to reception. 'I hear they call you "The Dark Horse" of MI6.' I smirked with a reply of 'Well I'm flattered by it.' 'I think its very flattering indeed.' He said shrugging. Then there was silence, which I decided to break. 'So... how was being dead for 5 years?' I asked interested in the answer. He answered 'More boring then watching paint dry.' 'Thought so.' I muttered to myself.  He chuckled as he heard me loud and clear.

The lift suddenly dinged as we strolled out together. 'Nice meeting you Gaby.' I said to the new receptionist. 'You too 001.' She called then gaping at 007 - of course she would. I went to the doors as Bobby opened them for me I glanced back to see 007 chatting her up, poor girl couldn't get enough of it.

I rolled my eyes as I thanked Bobby for opening the door for me. I clicked in my heels as I went over to my blood coloured Lamborghini. Let's go home I thought in my head, as I started my car putting on I wanna rock by twisted sisters, bopping my head and obnoxiously singing along to the music.

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