Serendipitous (Harry Styles) [BOOK ONE]

4| ḩeadquaters

4| ḩeadquarters

The drive to HQ doesn't take long and soon enough, the boot is back open and Harry has his gun out. I climb out, but don't bother trying to run off. "Aren't you worried that I'll tell someone?" I ask as he closes the boot.

"Everyone knows who you are, and they all know about the mission." He says as we walk.

"So they're all murderers as well?" I ask, hoping for him to take some offense but he just chuckles.

"Yeah, pretty much." He guides me towards the huge glass double doors. He pushes it open and my eyes need time to adjust to the brightness. The floors are polished marble, the walls are white and some people even wore all white outfits. As we walk towards the elevator, I take a moment to look around at my surroundings. There are desks with computers on them everywhere, with the people dressed in white seated in front of them typing vigorously.

The elevator door opens, revealing the emptiness. I think for a moment, and come up with an idea. A very risky idea.

As Harry reaches his hand out to grab my hand, I swing my fist into the side of his face while he is off guard. He stumbles back, running his hand over his jaw. I quickly jump into the elevator and frantically reach for the button that closes the doors early.

I hear a gunshot, and the bullet lodges itself into the back wall of the elevator. Luckily, I am in the corner, so it is impossible for me to get hit. "Damn it!" I hear Harry yell, hitting the closed doors.

I relax a little, slumping up against the corner. But when the elevator door opens again, I have to think quick. This time, people walk around dressed in black, like Harry, and they are all men. There aren't much desks or computers around, but there is a kitchen, a lounge area with a TV and some games such as darts.

I begin looking around for an exit. Across the room, I see the sign that reads what I am looking for, and break into a sprint. Just as I am about to reach it, I hear a gun load from behind me. I stop dead in my tracks and turn around. Harry is pointing his gun straight at me, aiming it precisely at my forehead. I swallow the lump in my throat. His eyes are narrow and he doesn't look too happy.

"I warned you for the millionth time, don't try anything. I am getting sick of your fucking ways!" He yells, making me flinch. Men gather around to watch, doing absolutely nothing to stop him, as if they have seen this a hundred times.

I close my eyes and prepare for the bullet. Harry's finger presses lightly on the trigger, and just as he is about to apply more pressure, someone stops him.

"Styles, put the gun down."

I reopen my eyes to see a man in a dark blue suit put a hand over the gun's barrel. Harry lowers it, looking dissappointed.

"Louis, she tried to escape." Harry says.

"Wouldn't you too if you were in her situation?" He walks over to me, smiling dazzlingly. As he reaches me, I notice his bright blue eyes.

"What is your name, love?" He asks me, putting a hand over my shoulder in a comforting way.

"A-Alice." I accidently stutter.

"Just like your mother." He says and I give him a weird look.

"How do you-"

He cuts me off. "Harry, go fetch a bagel and a cup of coffee for her." He says and my eyes light up at the thought of food. Harry walks away muttering profantities. "Come this way, please." He guides me towards his office, where he leads me over to the chair in front of the desk. He makes his way over to the other side, sitting in his large, black one.