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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Harry Styles
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. I'm sure."
Niall's worried eyes landed on mine from the passenger seat of the car, the light in the car shone down on his face. It was pitch black outside, a winter's night, dark and cold, everything was frosty. I'd seen my breath with each exhale when I was outside. Street lights flickered and tried hard to light up the streets, but they were never bright enough to give any light to a night as dark as this. There didn't seem to be a single star in the sky, the moon was hidden behind a blanket of clouds.
It was evening, no later than seven p.m. when I picked up Niall from his home. He apprehensively climbed into the vehicle without saying a word, the expression on his face said enough. I'd briefed him on what the plan was for tonight when we were at work this morning, he wasn't on board but was still here anyway.
My car was parked outside of Winters flat, and we were going to go inside.
"What if she comes home?" Niall's worried eyes were behind me now, focusing on the door that led inside her building, he was waiting to see her enter or leave.
The fact that he had never really met her or seen her, definitely not as much as me, wasn't something I'd thought about. The only times he'd seen her was the night we met when we broke up the fight between her and Aaron, and when we were in that strip club, and he rushed into the private room after hearing a gunshot.
