Cigarettes and tulips [H.S]

{ TWO }

Layana
Two years later...

"Slick?" I speak in my microphone discreetly with my glass of wine up to my lips to hide my mouth moving before I take a sip.

"Balcony" Niall replies.

"Wizard?" I try not to mouth the words as I see a man smirking in my direction before his hand comes up to twinkle a wave at me. I raise a brow, smirking back at him before seductively licking my lips.

These men disgust me, but the idea of them believing I'm naive enough to fall for these tricks just for me to kill them in the end sends a shot of adrenaline through my veins.

"Bar" I refrain from rolling my eyes.  Of course he is. If Liam had one skill, it would be the way he can drink like a fish.

"Ace?" Sensing the man's eyes still on me as I look down at the food in front of me to pick at it with my fork to hide my words.

"Table six, next to the dickhead who thinks he won the jackpot with you" my jaw clenches at his words before my eyes discreetly look up before they spot Louis grinning at the orchestra widely.

Great at being discreet, this one.

"Phantom?" I hold back the bile rising in my throat at all the times I'd hear the nicknames Phantom and Ghost used together growing up.

My chest tightens at the thought.

I hate that even to this day, the thought of him makes my heart sore. Even when I believed there was no heart left in my chest.

"Elevator"

I let out a sigh of relief before grabbing my wine glass once again and downing it in one go, not caring about how classy or lady like I look in this moment.

I'd rather be drunk than appease the image of the event.

The event that I was sent to crash, mind you.

"Can I grab you another drink?"  I look up at the man standing next to me, the same man who Louis saw checking me out, the same one who was waving at me. I set my empty glass down and smile up at up innocently.

Luckily, men are easy creatures.

One bat of an eyelash, one twirl of my hair, and one smile is enough for them to feel like they've succeeded in tricking me.

Silly boys.

"Sure" I reply softly, putting on a show of me being sweet so the man doesn't know the gun in the holster under my dress is begging to be pressed against his temple. "What are you drinking?"

He smirks down at me, swirling the whisky in his cup against the ice slightly before replying "Whiskey" he raises a brow "but I'm sure you'd prefer something as sweet as you?"

I feign a giggle, moving my hand to brush his arm slightly causing his smirk to widen while his eyes dart toward my breast continuously. "Surprise me"

I'd bet everything in my fortune that he'll bring me back a roofied vodka cranberry.

"What did he want?" I hear Zayn's gruff voice through my earpiece. The microphone is activated everytime it hears close contact voices, meaning they all heard that entire interaction.

"To drug me" I say bluntly "wiz watch for goodies" I give him the signal for roofies, hearing him reply with a Roger that before I roll my eyes and observe the room around me.

The orchestra is playing some soft melody that the rich tools here don't seem to care about while they all mingle, fake handshake each other and gossip about who's wives are fucking which man that isn't married to them.