There sitting on the toilet was a guy. He had curly, tousled brown hair that swept over his piercing green eyes. His muscles showed through his tight white shirt with a blazer spread across his broad shoulders.
"Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my bathroom?!" I tried to sound and act as though I wasn't intimidated.
I walked towards my sink and looked in the mirror. I took a towel from the rack and dabbed my curly hair.
He stood up next to me, towering over me. I felt like a child with him standing next to me. I'm 5'3", but felt as though I was 4'.
I got slightly sassy as I asked him again.
He chuckled. "Agent 099 and I'm here to bring you to my agency."
My eyes widened slightly then I narrowed them. "What is your name?"
Maybe I would know him or at least his agency.
"Harry. Harry styles."
I took a step back and gulped. My hand on the doorknob, ready to make a bolt towards my bedroom door. He chuckled at my actions and placed his large arm over me holding the door closed. I looked up at him and he stared down at me with a smirk plastered across his face.
"I am very fond of your methods. I wouldn't mind trying one out."
I rolled my eyes and scoffed causing his smirk to grow wider. My arms were crossed over my chest clutching the towel to me. He leaned in a little, intimidating me more.
"I have to take you back to my agency. I don't want to hurt you." He said sincerely.
I still felt intimidated when his hands lowered and placed on my hips.
"I see now why they call you an angel."
I smirked slightly and tried to flip us around, but failed miserably. He was too strong. I grunted and he chuckled deeply.
Wait he was from Niall's agency.
Niall is here!
"Niall!" I screamed.
Harry cocked his head and his brow furrowed in confusion. "Niall? As in Niall Horan?"
I nodded my head slowly. He released me and took a step back. His eyes never leaving mine.
"Belle? Are you okay?!"
I turned, loosing eye contact and opened the door.
His eyes widened at the scene in front of him. He looked down at me then met my eyes. I looked down and forgot I was only wearing a towel. My arms crossed over my chest again and I felt slightly self conscious.
I know that people may say that I look like an angel that fell from the sky, but everyone has their insecurities.
His eyes wondered to Harry and anger flashed through them as he looked back at me.
"What are you doing here?" He spat at Harry, keeping eye contact with my green eyes.
"I didn't know you were here. What are you doing here?"
"I asked you first!" His eyes grew wide with anger and his voice boomed through the small room. I cowered slightly and his eyes softened.
"Boss sent me to bring her back alive to convince her to change agencies."
I whipped my head around. "What?!"
"He says your too good to not be with our agency."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I'm not changing agencies, nor am I going with you. I am trying to fend for my life ok."
I turned back to Niall and heard Harry's voice speak up again.
"What are you doing here Niall?"
I gulped at that subject and looked down. Niall's thick, Irish ascent filled the room as he told the story. "Boss sent me here to um...take care of her and I didn't feel right about it. Then Sam came and tried to kill her and some other guy from a different agency. I stayed to protect her."
I interrupted him. "I don't need protection! You're staying to tell your agency I'm not worth the time! Now I sense something fishy going on here."
I slammed my hands against Niall's chest shoving him out of the bathroom during my rant. I came up to him and wagged my finger, then turned to face both of them. Niall shrugged it off and stood straight again.
"I'm not going with you." I stated stubbornly to Harry before he could speak up again.
"I'll stay here too."
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