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
"The second he makes a comment about you, we're leaving. Okay?" Harry stopped me as soon as we both stepped foot inside of the restaurant. He glared across the room, at the group of people that had sat back down at the booth. I could see it in his eyes, he still wanted to break Louis' face, and it was a lot of effort to keep calm. "I don't give a fuck what he has to say."
Agreeing, I nodded. I wanted an excuse to leave too. "Okay."
With another soft nod, Harry was placing his hand on my lower spine and walking me back towards the booth.
I didn't necessarily want to have a conversation with Louis, I didn't care about what he used to do or what he currently did, or if he was friends with Zayn years ago. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious as to what was going on. On New Year, he'd been questioning the whereabouts of where I worked and who for, and now claimed to have worked for them in the past. He wanted to take them down, it had me interested.
Louis got up when Harry and I approached the table, and let us sit down. Harry guided me in first, then quickly slid in beside me, so that I was on the inside. His arm outstretched to rest along the back of the booth, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body. Louis was off, dragging a chair along so that he could sit himself at the top of the table, not squeezing in beside anyone else.
"So, Louis." Zayn began, not wasting any time and instead jumping straight into the conversation that we were all waiting to have.
Louis smiled awkwardly. "Hi."
"You've been dead for what... three years?" Zayn asked, his voice laced with irritation and bitterness.
And he nodded, as if it was nothing. "Give or take, yeah."
Then the table quickly fell into silence where Louis didn't expand on the topic of him being dead for years, and everyone else stared at him waiting for an explanation.
He glanced between the sets of eyes that were all patiently on him. With a huff and a roll of his eyes, he spoke again. "Had a small change of career paths. I now work with crabbit-arse over here." he jerked his chin toward Harry, whose jaw was clenched so tightly it seemed his teeth could shatter.
"You both work for MI6?" Pearl asked, glancing between the two of them.
Zayn's expression of stress only grew stronger, it seemed every time he remembered Harry's job he wanted to cry just a little bit more. Staring between the two of us, he spoke with a mumble. "Wow, Winter. You really know how to choose 'em."
Harry smiled at the comment, letting his fingers trace along the back of my shoulder absentmindedly. He was still more than entertained over the fact Zayn hated to see us beside each other. Harry loved to get under his skin.
"We're not here to talk about me, or Harry." I reminded them both, somehow the three of them were staring at us now, as if we were the ones here that had something to explain. What was going on between Harry and I was obvious, we didn't need to explain in any more detail that we were hooking up. Louis however, everyone was clueless to know what he was going to say.
