If you read the previous chapter deleted, excuse me and I hope you guys take my advice and I'm sorry I had to let it all out on you. I felt so trapped. Sorry for the short chapters again, its 5 in the morning so it is written in pure exhaustion.
Cynthia parks the car in the basement lot and follows in a rush the man into the lobby. Harry's shaking and in shock, that he can even think straight enough yet to respond proper sentences.
The woman presses the number fifth button up on the elevator and the machine begins to move, Harry getting worse when they actually arrive at the floor.
"Harry, calm down."
"Take cover Cynthia."
The man continues to walk down the hall and ignores the better sense he uses to make decisions.
"What you're doing is an insane."
The man knocks on the door roughly and can feel his heart in his throat.
This can be a trap for all he knows, and the longer it takes for someone to answer the door, the more anxious he becomes.
He's currently standing in a loft, very decent looking, in central London. The walls are made of fine material, that's all he knows, and the view from the windows are spectacular.
He glances at his assistant and she has her weapon raised, eyes scattering behind her and to the roof, probably feeling the same nerves Harry is feeling.
That doesn't make him feel any more comforted, knowing his assistant can sense when something's wrong.
"Harry let's g-"
The woman shuts up immediately as the door is suddenly opened, Harry staring into a pair of fierce blue eyes.
Harry recognizes those eyes anywhere, and the man is standing shocked in the doorway. A gasp escapes those red lips and the man just hears the shattering of the tea mug on the floor.
He doesn't know how to feel.
"Who are you?"
Harry says sternly, the small woman standing with her arms raised in the air. Her hair doesn't go past her ears at most, and she's got the most beautiful pearl necklace around her neck.
The man feels like he knows her but it might just be the way she resembles Louis in some ways. Maybe its her thin lips or her small nose or her hair. Except for the way her red dress hugs her curves so perfectly her petit figure doesn't give away that she doesn't have that much. Louis has actual curves, and this is just the deception of what meets the eye.
"Why aren't you speaking, who set you up for this!"
Harry raises his voice and the woman just stands there with her jaw dropped, shaking.
"Why aren't you ANSWERING"
"Because you're pointing a gun in her face Styles, hold back."
Cynthia now speaks and Harry realizes she's right, the woman eyeing the weapon in front of her before looking back at the man.
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