Trained To Kill (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter Two || Find Him

(Camilla's P.O.V)

"UCLA?" I read the brochure Viktor bought at a stand in the aiport.

We just got off our agonizing plane ride, a total of 12 hours and 40 minutes; I did the math. Not only that but when our plane landed in Milwaukee first, I bought some sushi that didn't exactly agree with me. Needless to say, I was glad we finally got to California.

"University of California, Los Angeles. It ranks 13th in the world." Viktor explained to me, as he took our luggages off the conveyor belt. "Home of the Bruins."

I furrowed my brows at that statement. "Didn't the file say Harry wanted to go to Stanford? Second in the world?"

V nodded. "Yeah, but apparently Samuel Styles has some sort of beef with the school or whatever, so they wouldn't accept Harry."

Wow. I felt bad for this Harry guy. He wasn't given a fair chance all because of who his dad was? I can't imagine what would happen if Camilla Romanov applied to one of these schools. Yikes.

"Oh yeah! V, what's my cover again?" 

Like I said before, Camilla Romanov wouldn't be welcomed in any school like that.

V took the file out of his backpack, and read it while he was walking. "Let's see...you're Larissa Lazio, 19 years old, going to UCLA to study Psychology; just like Mr. Styles."

"That's it? That's all I have to go by?" By the time we finished talking, we already reached the exit, and V whistled looked for our car.

He opened the door for me, and I climbed in, still confused on my profile.

"Well, I guess you get to make Larissa whoever you want her to be." V shrugged. "Oh by the way I'm Johnathon Reynolds, studying computer sciences."

"Computer sciences?" I snorted.

"Hey! I've always wanted to learn more about computers, and some of Harry's friends take it." Viktor confessed.

I laughed at him, then turned to look out the window. I just wanted this assignment to end as soon as possible.

(Harry's P.O.V)

"HARRY!"

The sound of someone's screaming woke me up. I turned to look at the door, and just as I did, Blake stormed into my room.

"I have a ROOMMATE!" Blake pulled the covers off of me, and pushed a piece of paper into my face.

"Miss. Blake Jenson, we have to inform you that a new student will be sharing a room with you. She will be here in a few days. I do hope you make her feel at home here at UCLA." I read the letter out loud.

Blake took the paper from me, and crumpled it up. "I CANNOT HAVE A ROOMATE." 

I looked at Blake carefully and saw she was still in her pajamas. Her blonde hair hung around her face in messy waves. And her blue eyes were surrounded by dark bags.

I  laughed a little bit, which cause Blake to let out a groan. "Did you really lose sleep over this, Blake?"

"I mean, I have a roomate and I'm fine with it." I explained to her.

"Yes, but Nate is a guy, like you. I am a girl, who needs her PRIVACY." She yelped and traces an invisible circke around her body with her arms. "Her SPACE." 

Just then, Nate barged in jumping with joy. "There's gonna be a new girl rooming in the Psychology dorms!"

"Yeah, I've heard." I pointed to Blake who was now sitting cris-crossed on the floor.

Nate laughed. "Wow, if she's rooming with B, I feel bad for her."

I rubbed my eyes, and yawned; deciding to get up for the day. 

"Oh, B... thanks for waking me up on a Saturday morning." I hopped out of bed.

Blake stood up, rolling her eyes. "We're still doing brunche with the whole crew, right?"

"12 o'clock. Wouldn't miss it for the world." I gave her a big smile, which caused her to giggle.

"Maybe I'll bring Ms. Roomate...depends on how weird she is. " Blake started walking towards the door.

"Being your roomate and all, she has no idea what she's getting into."

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(Camilla's P.O.V)

"Well this is it." I glanced at the entrance of UCLA. This could be fun; a nice break from being my father's servant/assassin. Even though I'm currently on a mission that requires me to murder someone. I did pass a group of UCLA Cheerleaders, however, and just by looking at them, I wanted to shove their pom-poms down their throats. 

 Remember what father said, Camilla: Find him, Get close to him, then kill him. 

God, I don't want to see this guy in person. I thought as I was roaming the halls to find my dormroom. Not today.

I walk down endless hallways after endless hallways. How can I get lost trying to find Room 711? The sound of a door opening  startled me and I swiftly turned around. 

Wait, is that a guy? 

Am I in the wrong building? 

"Uhm, are you loss?" the stranger asked. 

"N-no." I studdered.

"Where are you headed, pretty eyes?" he reaches for my files that were in my hand. 

Using my instinct, I casually almost chop his arm off with the key in my hand. 

"OW WHAT THE FUCK" I squeezes his hand and backs away. "I JUST WANTED TO HELP BRO." 

"Thanks, but I'll find my way on my own." I stare down at fresh cut that was beginning to ooze blood down his arm. This baby seems like he about to cry because of a small wound. He should be happy; could've went all Russian-Mafia on this Eblan.

"You may want to wash your arm off."  I suggested.

He looked back up at me and sarcastically replies, "Thanks for the tip, bitch." 

I blew him a kiss and strut off, pretending like I knew where the hell I was going. Wow, Day 1 and I already have a nickname. But it gets better. 

After making a sharp turn to some other hallway, I nearly ran over another guy.  Only his face is unfortunately extremely familiar.

And attractive.

"Hey! Watch where you're-" He pauses. I'm able to catch a full glimpse of his face and he stares at mine. 

I have honestly never came a more beautiful human speciman in my life. His prominent curls that covers his forehead are swept to the side, revealing seaweed green eyes that just draw me in. 

He nervously licks his rosy lips and said, "Hello, love."

 Found him.