Harry Styles - Agents of love

Chapter 3

'So... that's who that guy is?' 007 spoke to break the silent tension. I shoved my phone back in my pocket - ashamed I had opened up about something personal. I glanced at him nodding to agree with his question. 'I hate to say this agent but you just told me something personal.' I rolled my eyes and mumbled 'No shit sherlock.' 007 smiled and said 'Oh so that's how it is.' I hummed in response.

007 then suggested 'How about I tell you something
personal?' I sighed and whispered 'Whatever.' 007 carried on 'I have been to 3 of my own funerals.' I gasped 'What the hell! That's weird but also not even personal.' I felt so shocked and betrayed. 007 cockily slipped in 'That's all i can tell you 001.' I rolled my eyes for what felt like the 1 millionth time today due to 007's childish behaviour.

I then jumped in 'Tell me why u faked at least one of your deaths?' Agent 007 sighed and mumbled a quick 'Ok.' So I tentatively listened to this full blown mission of how he was targeted to be killed by a mafia in Tokyo while doing a drug bust, so he faked his death and layed low for a while. He then went on telling me about how he then got found and got shot shattering his shoulder blade and collar bone and went into ICU for 3 months to recover. He then said 'Mr.Stone told me to hide away for a while and lay low. Until the other day when he said he needed me for an important mission and now I'm here with you.' 007 then shrugged, stretched amd sat back in his seat.

I sat there totally frozen on the spot. 'That's a... lot.' He chuckled 'I know my agent life is so exciting. Right?!' I gave him a flash of a small smile as I sat looking out of the window staying quiet for the rest of the journey to the airport.

When we both finally got to the airport and we got dropped off at the entrance. I grabbed my suitcase and bags then putting my sunglasses on i waited for 007 to pick up his luggage too. We then slowly dragged ourselves into the airport.

I then muttered 'Show time - i guess.' as we entered into the first part of the airport.

(Don't expect accuracy about the next bit i have never been to an airport, let alone abroad.)

007 grabbed out our plane tickets as we made our way through the entrance. Out of sudden realisation he muttered to me 'The tickets... umm.. may or may not suggest us to be per say married' dragging out the last word sheepishly starting to blush and what he just discovered. This cannot be happening I am not going to pretend to suck up to 007 just to be under cover. I sighed in defeat 'Ok so what am I called?' He snickered as he read out my "name", 'You are Mrs. Symphony Styles and I am Henrik, your husband.' I giggled 'Well the name could be worse but it doesn't compensate for having to be your wife.' He replied in a hushed tone 'Do we start acting like a married couple now?' I hummed in response instead of giving him the satisfaction of one of my sarcastic remarks.

007 decided it was a good idea to suddenly snake his arm around my waist pulling me into his side as we walked over to the small queue at the check in point arm in arm awkwardly smiling at ourselves and the situation we have been put in. The woman called us forwards I muttered 'Get ready to act 007.' We were then interrupted by a cheery woman saying 'Welcome to Heathrow Airport. Can I see your boarding tickets please?' 007 gently handed over our tickets then the lady proceeded to scan out tickets for authentication. 'Well Mr and Mrs.Styles you are both in first class in seats A11 and A12.' Me and 007 then put our bags on the scales both being spot on the limit. The lady carried on by adding 'I'll just attach these tags and out them on the conveyer belt to get transported onto the plane.' As we walked away 007 quipped 'She was awfully happy for 9am in the morning.' I hummed acknowledging his statement I suppose they have to go by the saying service with a smile as receptionists. I started to make small talk with him 'I don't particularly like airports.' He reacted to my comment with a confused look 'But you work for MI6, you travel everywhere pretty much by flight how can you hate airports.' I replied 'Well I just hate all the waiting around it is so boring - especially when your standing around in heels.' This comment only made 007 laugh at me as if I was being childish I huffed 'You really do know how to get on someone's nerves don't you?' 007 just smirked 'Well I can't let you enjoy my company now can I. I got to keep you on your toes at all times.' God he was going to drive me insane by the time we get onto the plane - let alone the rest of this mission.

Just n time to save me from my misery two workers called upon us to get scanned to board the plane - finally. Me and 007 gave each other a quick glance before splitting off to the two separate workers to get checked over. We both put all of our belongings into trays and out our carry on bags down too. The worker asked me to go through the scanner as I proceeded with the instructions it started to beep at me. I gasped 'What? I don't understand I have taken everything off of me.' The female worker started to pat me down being just as confused as I am when she declared I was clean. She then dragged me into a full body detector to see what I supposedly had "concealed". I got scanned and stepped out again the worker showed e the imaging and asked 'What are these four dots on these areas of your body?' I flushed realising after my last Greek fiasco 4 bullets where left inside of me. I muttered 'Those are bullets Ma'am.'

She was stunned and replied slightly worried 'Those are bullets...How have you got these bullets?' Crap guess it is better to pop the truth now rather than lying. 'Those are because of me being an MI6 agent.' I then proceeded to give 007 a quick glance as we both showed the workers dealing with us our badges proving our identities and agent-ship.

Both workers were slightly flustered immediately and profusely apologising letting us through the scanners and thanking us for our service which both me and 007 found quite amusing. 007 then quipped 'You are causing more trouble than me you know.' I gave him a sarcastic smile as I flipped him off as we made our way onto the plan to get into our comfy seats for the next few long hours.

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