Beauty with a gun..~ (One Direction/Harry Styles)

chapter 7:Just have Faith.

A/n: here it is!! so sorry for the super late update!! School and stuff.. -______- anywhoo, "*" means Flashback and "*E" Means end of Flashback, okay enjoy!

Faith's POV

"Stupid! Who does that?! I don't kiss a boy's cheek! Especially a client! Ugh! STUPID!" I said banging my head to the steering wheel whilst getting stuck in traffic jam. "Ugh...-" I said looking at the rear-view mirror, "Mirror, mirror in my car... who the stupidest person on Earth?.. huh? what was that? Oh yeah I know... ME!" I said staring at my stupid reflection. 

Ugh!! It's stupid, How did Uncle Si expect me to be professional in this assignment if he assigned me to 5 hot male boyband memebers?! It's impossible! Just like when you see the last slice of pizza in the pizza box and your mom told you not to touch it, much more eat it? but you did it anyway? Or like it's when the sign said "Do Not Open"  but You'll still open it someway, somehow? yeah that's like my position Ugh! Damn it!!

The light turned green and with that I sped off on my way to the village. I greeted Bryan, the security guard at the front gates, It's irionic actually, a group of professional agents' village needs a guard at the front gate.. I find it utterly and completely useless actually...

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I arrived at my house with a few twist, turns of here and there. I unlocked my front gate and automatically opened. I parked it in the garage and went out grabbing everything, the board, the clothes, everything. Once that was done  I unlock my door and walked through the rock path design on the wet grassy fields on my front lawn. I unlock my door and went inside to have some rest.. Feeling the killer head ache from last night.

To be honest I was shocked that I lost... Drinking used to be my forte now I lost to an adorable irish kid? I must be losing my touch.. I don't know if that was a bad thing or a good thing...

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"C'mon, just one drink! It's nice.. It makes you temporarily forget your problems.. And I'm sensing you have so much? Am I right? Princess?" An old man stated staring at me then off the distance. He's not really old.. maybe around thirties, i guess?

"Well you sensed right, old man." I muttered looking down at my blood stained hands, feeling it ache for the events that occured earlier.

"Tsk. At a young age like yours.. might be tough." He said looking down at me, "Yeah, it is..." I mumbled putting my aching hands firmly in my jeans pocket.

"Tell me about it then? A birdie once told me that talking helps and keeping it bottled up inside will just make you explode one day.." He said kneeling so we were at eye level, seeing I'm only 10 and probably have the height of 4"6. "It's hard..." I sobbed, bowing my head ashamed to show my face.

"It's a'right, He always has a plan for lost sheeps such as yourself."

"I'm not a "Lost sheep". And whatever happened to your persuasiveness into getting me to drink?" I stated coldly.

"the drinking thing will have to wait my darling, and maybe your not a lost sheep, but you will stray someday... And when you do He will be there, Just have Faith.."

Faith.

"Thanks for the tip, But I don't need it." I said looking up to him.

"It wasn't a tip,Child."

"And I don't care." I said glaring at him. I know it's a bit mean but, I'm really mad right now with things going on. I just hope he goes away soon.