"Angel? Are you okay?" Harry asked, breaking my chain of thought.
I sat motionless, still trying to remember my mother's death.
"Angel?" Harry said again.
"Yeah," I replied.
"You zoned out," he told me.
"Oh. Yeah."
"Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"I'm fine." I replied.
"Are you sure? You seemed kind of... out of it."
"Yep. I'm going to go get a glass of water. Do you want one?"
"Sure. I'll come with you." He offered.
"No!" I cried. "I mean... I need to go alone."
"Okay." He said warily.
I walked to the kitchen, and thought about everything: Harry, Liam, my mum. I even thought about Mr. Shive.
As I filled up the glasses with cool water I realized two things:
1. One of the glasses was cracked.
2. I wasn't alone in the kitchen.
"Hello Angel. How are you?" the voice asked.
"I'm fine Mr. Shive. How are you?" I asked my voice calm.
"Annoyed. You see I have a slight problem. A certain international pop star was ripped out of my grasp by a rude, obnoxious little girl, and I would like him back." He told me.
"I'm sorry, but the rude, obnoxious little girl can't give him back. You see... this obnoxious little girl thinks this boy has a right to continue living his life. And besides he already has had enough pain in the last month. He doesn't need a bullet through his brain as well."
"Agent Angel... Is this love?"
"Love is a false emotion. It only exists in children's movies and dreams. I do however believe in karma. So Mr. Shive, what is karma going to get you for?"
He pulled out a gun and cocked it at me. And then I realized.
The gun wasn't black. It was navy blue. And on the side were the initials 'C.S'. Christian Shive. Just like the gun Harry described.
"Perhaps murder and attempted murder?" I questioned.
He froze, before he let out an icy chuckle.
"Angel, Angel, Angel... I'm not scared of karma."
He grabbed my hair and pinned me to the bench.
"Why is that Ex- Mr Boss Man?" I asked
"Because, Angel, karma is scared of me."
"And so it should be. Those nose hairs are very intimidating." I told him.
He snarled and put his gun to my head.
"Don't mess with me Angel. I wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet through your head, except for the fact that I need to know where that trashy singer is! He is the only one who could go to the cops and have me tried for murder!" He roared.
"I'm right here!" a third voice chimed in.
"No! Harry! Run!" I cried.
"No Angel. This guy was trying to kill me and I need to know why!" Harry replied.
"Because, Harry, like that stupid Liam kid, you are a celebrity with money." Mr Shive told him.
"So you decided to try and kill me." he yelled.
"Yes. I tried. You got several notes demanding money, in exchange for your life. But you ignored them. So I tried to shoot you at that concert. But that stupid FBI man jumped in front of the bullet. I tried again to shoot you, but missed. That is why I got Angel to kidnap you. She was always... reliable. She would do anything, no questions asked. And just before I was about to finish the job, this stupid agent saved your life." He replied.
"Why do you need money? You run a spy business!" I yelled.
"Exactly, but where do you think we get the money? Blackmailing vain celebrities. You'd be surprised what they are willing to... donate in exchange for their safety."
He then turned to Harry and said: "Angel was never one of our brightest agents. I fact she was probably the stupidest. She is willing to do anything. Not a strong agent. Probably one of our more manly ones though."
I glared at him, anger building up inside me. He talked as if I wasn't here. Well he soon would notice I was.
"Hey Mr Shive?"
"Yes Angel," he sighed.
"Don't talk about me as if I'm not here."
"What are you going to do about it?" he sneered.
"This," I stated, before sending a punch at his face.
He dropped his gun, leaving him unarmed.
I roundhouse kicked him in the face, but soon after he punched me in the gut, making me lose my breath. He grabbed a knife from the drawer and made a slice at my neck, which I swiftly dodged. He made another swipe, this time hitting me just above my eye brow. He tried to stab me again, so I grabbed his arm, and flipped him over onto his back. He quickly jumped up, sending a punch to my face, which hit me in the eye. I glared at him and decided to do my signature move.
You guessed it. I kicked him where the sun don't shine.
He groaned and kneeled over, giving me time to grab his weapon. I threw it to the side, before punching Mr Shive in the face. Suddenly Mr Shive was hit by a blast of ice from my freeze ray. I turned around to stare at the person who had frozen him.
"Thanks Harry," I smiled.
"No problem Angel. But you're hurt!" he stated.
"I'm fine, it's a minor cut." I replied.
"Oh. Ok. By the way can you teach me that kick thingy?" he asked.
"Sure. But first we need to go. There are several places I know of that are safe. We'll stay at one of these." I told him.
"Okay. Do you want help packing?" he asked.
"I need you to grab my freeze ray. I'll pack a couple other guns and some clothes. We can stop at a department centre to buy you some more clothes and we both need a new haircut. I'll make you a fake identity while the car drives. We leave in five minutes, before this idiot melts." I pointed at Mr Shive.
"Yes Ma'am." He replied, before running off to grab my freeze ray.
I run into my room and grab an assortment of guns, knives, my money and spy gear. This included a tracker, a security camera scrambler, my phone, laptop and iPod, my mini carry around printer, mouthpieces and earpieces, a camera, and my clothes.
I sprinted into the living room, where Harry was waiting with my freeze ray and a couple of knives from the kitchen.
"Let's go." I told him.
We ran out the door and towards my car. I jumped in the driver's seat, throwing the clothes into the back. Harry jumped into the passenger side and we quickly drove away, towards the nearest shopping centre.
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I Kidnapped Harry Styles
Fanfiction'Don't make a noise,' I hissed at my captive. He openned his mouth to say something, but before he could, I pulled out my gun, and pointed it at him. 'Who are you?' he asked, his voice shaking. 'Your worst nightmare,' I replied. Then I punched him i...
