Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Winter
I arrived back at my flat after escaping Harry for the third time in a row.
I knew I was keeping him up at night, he would have no idea how I had gotten in and fucked with the evidence but I had Zayn to thank for that, distracting them while I redecorated the interrogation room with the blood of his Witnesses. I liked knowing I was under his skin, lingering in his every thought. He probably thought of me as he tried to sleep.
Poor thing.
I was still wearing the grey hoodie and joggers that had been provided by the female detective earlier tonight, given I was wearing only underwear while being interrogated by them both. It had to be frustrating for him to not have a single person that believed him. I knew he was right, he knew he was right.
The door to my flat was opened and I shoved the keys back into the bag I'd been carrying home that had all of Madison's fake belongings. I needed to get in, have a mug of the strongest coffee I owned and needed to figure out how I was going to kill the target from earlier before the night was over. I couldn't have anyone finding out that someone had escaped me, especially because the only reason he had escaped me was because an agent had brought me in for questioning. Whether they had evidence it was me or not, I still had been a person of interest. They had my fingerprint now, and all had a good look at my face.
When I was inside, I tossed my keys into the bowl on the table at the front entrance and chucked the bag onto the floor. Once my shoes were off I tied my hair up on the back of my head it had been annoying me all night.
I entered the kitchen only to feel a shiver run up my spine and my entire body tense when I saw that there was a figure waiting for me at the kitchen counter, a gun in hand, a glass of some of my liquor in the other hand.
Aaron was standing waiting for me inside my flat, and he didn't look happy. In fact, he looked like he wanted to murder me. Probably because he did.
"Winter." He drawled out my name, slamming down both his drink and his weapon so that he could stalk over to me with his fists clenched by his side.
I closed the door behind me and went to take a step towards him in hopes of calming him down, he was already red with anger. "Aaron... hi."
I barely got a chance to finish the word before his hand snapped around my throat and he slammed me into the wall behind me, I grabbed his wrist in reflex, feeling my throat being crushed beneath his hand. A choke escaped me, my vision blurred within seconds. It always caught me off guard just how strong he was.
He was looking down at me, fury in his eyes when he spoke through his teeth, "You've been bad."
I lowered my brows in both confusion and fear. "What?"
I knew exactly what he was talking about, but had to play the sweet innocent act until he calmed down. I knew how to work around his outbursts, and I knew what was going to happen to me by the end of the night. I was used to it, and whether he hurt me or not I knew it was going to happen, it was just something that needed to happen so that I stayed alive. It was all part of the procedure.
