Masterminds - h.s

CH 15

Harry Styles

"Should I have an American accent?" 

"Why the fuck would you have an American accent, Harry?" Blaze questions.

"I don't know, what if they know me?" I suggest, looking through my closet for a dark shirt and beat up shoes.

"How would they know you?" She deadpans.

"I was like, the best detective in London for a hot second there." I stare at her with an offended look on my face.

"In what world?" She walks toward me.

"In my world." I say proudly.

Her hands grab my waist, goosebumps raise on my skin. I smirk at her.

"Just stick to your part, Styles." She smiles back, leaning forward.

I meet her halfway, kissing her once before pulling away, "I need an alias." My eyes widen.

She groans, resting her forehead on my injured shoulder.

I gasp, "Ow, bad shoulder." She lifts her head.

"Hm?" She looks between my face and my shoulder. "Oh fuck."

She kisses my cheek and steps away.

"No, come kiss it." I demand.

She rolls her eyes.

"Blaze." I say dramatically.

She walks back toward me and kisses the skin beside my stitches. I point toward my lips.

She kisses me there too.

"Better." I nod, turning back around to find my shirt.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" She asks me, while she laces up her boots.

"Not really, I always just stayed in the car." I shrug, finding a flannel.

I place it over my shoulders and do up three of the buttons.

"You need help with the rest?" She asks.

"What? Don't I look pretty with just the three?" I look at her with my jaw dropped.

"I genuinely can't with you today." She scoffs and walks out of the room.

I find my old white converse and slip them on, giggling to myself.

I leave the room to meet up with the rest of them.

Marshall and Artie are our getaway drivers, the triplets are scattered about, and Blaze has sticky fingers.

Thats pretty much all I grasped from our talk.

I was staring at her lips the whole time.

Who could blame me?

I look toward Marshall who is currently tossing Artie in the air and doing raspberries to his stomach.

He has sunglasses on.

The baby I mean.

Sunglasses.

Priceless.

Blaze sits in the corner with the boys on the couch, the conversation looks serious.

I look at her lips again.

What would happen if I went over and kissed her?

Do you think she would punch me?

I'm gonna do it.

Marshall steps in-front of me before I can get close to her.

"Are you sure taking Art will be a good idea?" He asks me, a worried look on his face.