Partners In Crime

Chapter 1: Meet Harry

Hello there! I'm Rachel and this is my first Wattpad story WOOHOO!

I did this when I was fifteen so I hope you guys don't mind the spelling errors or grammar mistakes! Hope you guys enjoy it <3

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-Cheshire, London.

Third Person P.O.V.

“I have to say Mr. Styles, you are really good at this.”

A feminine, high-pitched voice was heard across the table the couple sat on. The table was lit dimly by the light of a candle placed at the middle of the table. The young man or should I say, the protagonist, tried hard to remind himself why in the world did he let this woman pick a place to have a decent meal but ended up in vain. Women just gets more confusing the second you try to know them more. He leans back onto his chair and folds his hands across his stomach.

“It’s my job to impress a woman I like. But the main question comes to this, did it work?”

The unmistakable clinking of glasses were heard behind them as he talked. It annoys him but he tries hard not to lose focus. The calm music swirls in the air as he looks into the lady's eyes, searching for an answer. The lady sitting at the opposite of him licked her bottom lip while staring at her wine glass, perfectly-manicured fingers teasingly roll around the table cloth.

Merliah Chance was not a simple woman. According to the information he’s been given, she sounds a lot like a lonesome woman in her mid forties and lives with 64 cats. It turns out she was an Angelina Jolie in hiding. Yes, he used her as a preference. She was beautiful, in an elegant kind of way and did not seem her age at all. But of course, nothing interests Harry Styles like a good challenge when it comes to jobs. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not a kind of womanizer or an assassin. He was an information collector, except with his own dark ways.

After a few seconds of contemplating, she answered: “So far so good…But there is something I want to check.” Her hand trails down to her lap under the table. Harry raised his eyebrows in question. What is she up to now? The minute she stood up, Harry’s senses were on full alert. He stays seated on the table and in two seconds the woman pulls a gun in front of his eyes. He smirked, this woman continues to intrigue him. A few men came in through the door dressed like they all came from Men In Black. He was genuinely surprised. Not for the fact that they barged in and scared most of the other customers away, but for the fact that they were there all along and he didn't notice it at all.

A much older man came out. Lush grey hair and a beard, how typical could this get? But he was not one to be underestimated if he could hire people who could escape from his sensitive observations. The man  wore hunting clothes, with a rifle by his side. He then walks up towards the woman and planted a kiss across her cheek. “You did great, Mer. Now please, move aside.” The woman nodded and left to the side together with the bodyguards…henchman?

“I know all this must seem…surprising to you.” It depends. “Don’t worry though, I won’t shoot a bullet through your head so soon.” He left his rifle on the table and sat down. This reminds him of a cartoon his friend used to watch with him, a movie called Brave, he thinks, and that the mother stirctly forbid weapons on the dining table. Harry smirked at the thought. 

The man took no notice. He simply took up the wine glass and had a sip out of it. “Pinot Noir, you have a good choice, Mr. Styles. But I’m not here to talk to you about wine, I have a business proposal, you see,” He placed the glass on the table and leaned forward. “There is a person I need information of. Someone very important. The pay will be double the amount you have been paid for on this job.”

Harry wasn’t stupid enough to agree this immediately, money was never his thing. Having been in this industry gives him more experience, he's not gonna go for the same mistake twice. He was young and unafraid and he paid the price far worth the trouble. Money came in second after that one mission. He snaps back to reality before beginning a unecessary flashback.

“Why the sudden need?”

“The first thing you need to know about doing business with me is, Mr. Styles, that you do not ask too many questions of your employer.”

“I must at least know what I am in for.”

“If you agree, then I shall give you the details. You will have enough money to retire for the rest of your life and perhaps set up camp and get some pups, if you know what I mean.”

Harry leaned back on his chair once again. This was a good bargain, but something so good can’t possibly just fall out of the sky. Get some pups? Who does this man thinks he is? There's no more to life than his job and his current family. He won't want to go through hell just to get himself one. Harry has met people like him before, ones who stick to their word and ones who don't. Once again, money really isn't a huge thing in his life, he's got more than enough. He might as well agree, since he doesn’t have much on his hands after this so called job. Also, he can't take down three men, including the one sitting opposite of him right now in case they decide to jump at him after he refuses. He really has no choice now, does he?

“Deal.”

“The details are not much, but I believe it is sufficient for someone like you who has much experience in this field.” He ushered a bodyguard forward to give him an envelope. He pushed the envelope towards Harry and stood up. “Pleasure doing business with you, Mr Styles. I look forward to your good news in a few weeks.” And with that, he left the scene.

Harry sat there for a while and took the envelope in his hands. He opened it and found an information of his next “victim” and a flight ticket. 

Lanna Phoenix Young. 20 years old. Nashville, Tennessee.

This is going to be fun.