You're armed, I'm dangerous - Larry Stylinson

6

"What was that, Styles?" Harry shrugged, leaning back in the chair. He still had his suit on, and traces of gold were left under his eyes. 

"You were working with him." Harry shrugged again. "No we were just... collaborating." 

Walsh raised his eyebrows (Harry hadn't thought they could any higher up his forehead). "Collaborating?" Harry nodded, "We merely decided to be more efficient on the mission."

"What do you mean?" Harry tossed his legs over the arm of the chair, now sitting sideways.

 "Well, we decided it would be more time efficient not to try and murder each other and instead complete the mission in a more effective way - we didn't collaborate per say we just co-existed in the same environment."

"Alright, that's enough," Walsh finally snapped, "Your mission was successful, so we have another assignment for you - public setting, lots of people - an actual kill this time."

Harry took the file that was slipped towards him, "Another party?" Walsh nodded, "Yup." Harry paused, "How am I gonna hide my face?"

"You won't."

"What?"

"You won't, we checked - no one else is going to be there on assignment." Because that was so accurate last time. "Right, tonight?"

 The man across the table nodded, "Yep." 

Harry rolled his eyes, "Short notice again?" Do any of these people know what organisation means? 

Walsh paled. "Yeah, uh, you don't have to take it." 

Harry shrugged, "Might as well, I don't have any plans for my Friday night anymore anyway." He swiped the file and jumped up from the chair, letting the door fall closed before Walsh could get another word in edgeways.

Harry was now sitting at his desk in a Star Wars t shirt and joggers, "Mitch can you pull up the guest list?" 

The hologram immediately appeared in front of him so he could scroll through the names. "Mitch?" the A.I. sprung to life, "Yes, Harry?"

"Does Tomlinson ring any bells? I recognise it from somewhere." 

There was a beep. "He isn't on any files." Harry shrugged, "Okay, he and his sister are there, I don't know it just feels like I know the name. Doesn't matter, he's not relevant to the mission".

The bustle of high society parties would never get old for Harry, he looked around at the room - the men dressed in smart well fitted suits and the ladies dressed in finely designed dresses.

His target wasn't a hard one to spot and he could easily blend in with his deep blue suit with white embroidered flowers. He headed towards the man who was surrounded by people- girls and boys alike. Although Harry was going to kill him, he appreciated good taste.

As soon as he slipped into the adoring group the man's eyes immediately drifted to him, Harry raked his eyes up and down the man obviously before smiling and moving away from the group again. 

He didn't even need to look back to check that the man's eyes were following him - Mitch had told him they were through a very well-hidden earpiece.

He sat down at the bar and hooked the people around him into bright conversation despite the fact that they were all completely drunk. 

He normally had quite a strict rule not to drink on mission but considering that he had already scouted the entire place and was now just waiting for his target to come over, (he had to note, being horrendously good looking really was very useful in this profession, but totally not in a narcissistic way or anything) he decided to let it slide and had a little vodka.

He smiled as he spotted the man coming over, catching his eye as he moved across the room, the man drunkenly beelined for where Harry was sitting at the bar and slumped into Harry's arms when he reached him.

Harry felt kind of bad, but then again, he didn't, since the man was at least double his age, definitely a pervert, very overweight and smelt a whole lot like weed. 

He leant down to the man. "Meet me out back, ten minutes." The man shivered and waddled away to the back exit Harry rolled his eyes and spun back in his seat.

"Something tells me he's not your type." Harry startled at the strong accent and turned to his right. "You're-" Harry noticed a light trace of fear dash through the man's eyes, "Louis Tomlinson." The other man paused. "Ehm, yeah." Harry grinned, "Remember me? Same high school."

Louis let out an audible breath. "Yeah, Styles, right? Two years below." Harry smiled, "That's me." Honestly Harry had never known who had been in the assassin's program and it was kept that way- the school was mixed so no one would know who was trained and who wasn't.

 Louis looked him up and down. "You aren't the gangly awkward kid I remember, what happened there?" 

Harry shrugged, "That's not really very fair, you left school when I was sixteen." Louis tilted his head, "True, your eyes are still the same though, just have a lot more hair." 

Harry smiled and ran a hand through his curls. "I guess you could say that."

Louis' eyes followed the track of his hand. "Nice nails." Harry looked at his deep blue painted nails. 

"Thanks." He stood up and extended a hand, completely engulfing Louis' when the shorter man shook it, "Well, it was nice catching up." Louis nodded, tilting his head upwards to look at Harry. "Yeah, I'll eh see you around." Harry nodded, and Louis watched his retreating back. 

"Shit."

Louis took Harry's seat at the bar resting his elbows so he could drop his head into his hands, "God, I knew it was him." Lottie, who had spotted her brother faceplanting onto the bar through the crowd, sat down beside him and rubbed a hand over his shoulder. 

"You alright, Lou?"

"Harry was here." Lottie paused, eyes widening. 

"Like, gay awakening high school crush Harry?" Louis nodded slowly. head still in his hands. "How was he?"

"Literally fucking perfect, but that's the problem." Lottie shrugged, "I don't see how that's a problem".

"He was in the program too, Lottie." 

Lottie paused, "How do you know?" 

"I had a theory when I saw him, but I wasn't sure then, but now - his eyes, and Saving Grace's eyes are identical, I could place that shade of green anywhere." Lottie froze.

 "Ah, well shit."

 Louis chuckled dryly,

 "Yeah that's what I said."