Assassin's Heart (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Couldn't Resist

"Are we almost there?" Harry whined for the billionth time.

"Shut up, it's like ten minutes away," I laughed after he dramatically sighed.

"Babe, carry me," he started walking slower, if that was possible. Wait, he called me 'babe'. My stomach whirled around again. Shit.

"I'm not your babe," I scoffed and crossed my arms.

"Yeah, you are," he replied. He quickened his pace to catch up to me. I was in between walking and jogging, I couldn't look at his face; I would have gotten sucked right into his endless emerald eyes. One look and I thought I would've been hypnotized.

"No, I'm not, Harry," I couldn't compete with him. He was one of those people who couldn't lose a fight. I closed my eyes for a second to calm down; I could've killed him for pissing me off. When I opened my eyes after a few seconds, the little fucker was right in front of me, three centimeters away from my face.

"Just because you said that, you have to carry me," he playfully smirked. His breath whooshed onto my face.

'You want him, Sapphire.' 'No you don't.' 'Yes. You do.' My inner thoughts battled.

"Fine," I licked my lips and hurled his body over my shoulders. He made an OOMF sound. "You forgot I was trained, didn't you?"

"Um yeah," he chuckled. "You could put me down."

"You weigh less than most of my targets."

"Oh," he hopped off of me. This is totally unnecessary to mention, but he sort of had a boner. I softly chuckled and noticed the sun was almost completely gone.

"Hurry up," I was jogging again as we were going at the same pace.

"I miss the boys," he sighed.

"Maybe you'll see them soon," I tried to reassure him.

"I feel like we're in a movie. We're the only two people left in the world," he shook his head.

"Never thought of it like that," I laughed.

"I would be okay with being left alone on the planet with you," he spoke softer.

"I would be okay with that-" I started to say.

"Because you remind me of a ninja!" Harry finished his statement and made karate motions with his hands.

Oh. That was awkward. I noticed a familiar wooden shack ahead.

"We're here," I muttered. Harry sprinted to the hovel. I casually trailed behind. I felt so stupid. If that was what love felt like, I didn't like it.

"Are we safe? Can I call someone? Where are we?" Harry inspected everything.

"We should be safe, I hope. Also, there's a landline jack in the corner. We're in the outskirts of London," I plugged my earbuds into my iPod and clicked my playlist. "We also have wifi."

"Look me up on Google," he winked. "Shirtless pictures, maybe?" he posed with his muscles flexed.

"You're such a flirt," I rolled my eyes. Meanwhile, I was already looking up 'Harry Styles' in the search bar. Millions of fan websites, tumblrs, twitter accounts, and images appeared. I clicked on his twitter. A tweet from less than a day before caught my eye.

"We are all praying that Harry is still out there. Harry, we love you. -The boys"

I presumed that 'the boys' were in his band. They thought he was dead... I gasped.

"What? Did you look up my nudes and imagine something?" Harry flirted, again.

"Yeah, I'm impressed," I said sarcastically. "No you dumbass! What the fuck are you on!?" I got up and whacked him.