The Hit | STILES |

The MET

I sat in the limo secretly texting Stiles on my phone. We were going to meet up at a certain point.

"Who are you texting?" My dad asked. "Erica." I answered. "Who's Erica?" He questioned. "Erica Reyes? My best friend? Get to know your daughter every once in a while. Might learn a thing or two." I said sarcastically as the limo came to a stop.

My mother smiled to herself. She and my father didn't have the most healthy relationship. And every now and then, she found the arguments between my father and I, amusing.

"You do know the real reason we are attending this, don't you?" My father inquired. "Yes, I'm aware. Don't have to tell me twice." I answered with a roll of my eyes.

"Then relay the plan to me." He voiced. I let loose a sigh of annoyance. "I am to search for the target, bring them to a secluded location, and take them out without any witnesses. Piece of cake." I explained. "And if you are to get caught in the act?" Mother asked. "Leave no witnesses." I answered.

"Remember the target?" Mother questioned. "Of course, I do. He'll be the one with the most cameras on him and the most guards. After all, he is secretly a weapons dealer to terrorists." I answered before exiting the limo and waving the paparazzi everywhere.

"Summer! Summer over here! Summer! Summer! Pose! Summer!" Hordes of camera people shouted.

Flashes of cameras temporarily blinded me as I posed for the cameras.

Off in the distance I spotted a familiar sleek black Aston Martin driving down the street.

A small smile pulled at my lips. Stiles was here.

"Focus, honey." My mother whispered as she posed beside me with father.

I made my way towards the auditorium and found many famous celebrities were there. Some that I was even good friends with like Harry Styles and Halsey.

"Well, look who finally arrived." Harry voiced as he looked at me. "Good to see you too, Hazza." I voiced. He rolled his eyes at the nickname.

"Someone joining you?" He asked looking at the empty seat to my left. "My boyfriend." I answered. "Didn't know you were in a relationship." Harry stated. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Harry." I pointed out before a pair of hands covered my eyes.

"Guess who?" A voice asked. "Taylor Swift?" I asked. "Better." It sounded. "Lies. No one is better than Taylor." I answered.

"Don't know if I should be offended or not." The voice said before I smiled peeling the hands back. I looked up to see Stiles smiling at me.

"Hiya stranger." I said before he pressed his lips to my own, upside down.

"Hiya back." He whispered with a smirk. "What is this Mr & Mrs Smith?" Harry asked. Stiles chuckled. "Possibly." He answered.

If only he knew. If only.