The cards weren't laid out in favor of Louis, he had spent his life as a trained assassin for one of the top agencies in the whole world. He expected to be assigned for another undercover mission or for another bounty hunting job- nothing could have...
The cards weren't laid out in favor of Louis, he had spent his life as a trained assassin for one of the top agencies in the whole world. He expected to be assigned for another undercover mission or for another bounty hunting job- nothing could have prepared him for looking after the president's extremely attractive son.
Having someone hovering over his shoulder was the last thing Harry wanted. He was trying to be more independent, make a life for himself. His new bodyguard made that job increasingly difficult, but somehow he felt he was being drawn in by the man and couldn't help but to want to know more about him.
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Louis Tomlinson
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Harry Styles
Chapter 1
(Harry's pov)
I roll over in bed, rubbing my eyes as I see the barrel of a gun pointed at my head. Lovely sight to wake up to.
"The hell..." I mumble, suddenly feeling some kind of cloth cover my mouth and eyes as I'm yanked out of bed. So this is why Dad was hesitant on letting me get my own apartment.
I try to push them off of me but someone else holds me back. So there are at least two of them. I feel myself being pushed downstairs and led down the hallway. I felt the breeze blow through my hair, signaling that we had left the building.
They are really stupid to plan a kidnapping when the guy lives right across the street from a police station. I hear yelling as I'm shoved into a car, most likely the police realizing who I am and the fact I'm not willingly being taken from my room at this god forsaken hour.
The car begins to move, sirens activating behind me as I get pushed against the door. I elbow the guy holding me down in the stomach, him tightening his grip on me.
I'm starting to wish I agreed to karate as a kid instead of Boy Scouts.
I feel the car take a sharp left turn, causing me to slam into the door. The sirens behind us are becoming louder.
