Exit Wounds- A Niall Horan Fan-Fiction

Chapter 3

Niall’s POV:

                I sat at the bar and ordered a straight shot of vodka as I peered over my shoulder. Nani should be arriving here soon with her little slutty friend, Kate. My fingers trailed down to my gun on my hip and I smirked as I lightly traced my fingers over the grip. My instructions were simple: kidnap the girl with whatever force necessary and keep her alive for five days; Simple enough.

                I went through the plan in my head once more as I tilted the shot up to my head and swallowed the contents. I shook my head at the bitter taste. When Nani came in and ordered her drink, I would turn on the charm and order her a few drinks. When she gets drunk I will take her to the back room and when she turns around I will give her a sedative. Then I will send my friend Harry in to distract Kate. If everything goes as planned then this should go smoothly. The gun was just here as a sort of reinforcement in case things went sour.

                I glanced over at the door impatiently and as if on cue, Nani entered the club looking around curiously. Damn she was hot. I shook the thought out of my head. This is strictly business.

                I am glad I guessed the right bar. I have been reading Nani’s incoming and outgoing text messages to get a good idea of her schedule and when I heard her and her friend talking about going clubbing I knew that it would be the perfect time to kidnap her. Darkness, drunken warm bodies grinding amongst each other without a care in the world, alcohol, and then a creep like me. It practically screamed disaster for innocent ones such as Nani.

                She walked over and I had to draw my eyes away so she wouldn’t suspect anything. Why the hell am I getting nervous? I ordered another shot to calm my nerves and glanced at her again. Her friend had already ordered her a drink and she was sipping it casually. This was too damn easy sometimes.

“Hey there beautiful, how about I order you another drink and we go dance?” I said with a small smirk peeking at my lips.

At first she looked around a little confused but then her eyes locked on me as she blushed ever so slightly. “Um s-sure, thank you.” She said.

                I ordered her the strongest thing there with a wave of my hand. The bartender here knew me and he also knew not to ask any questions about what or how I do things, especially about my work.

                For all of you who haven’t figured it out yet, I am a hitman. I kidnap people and I can kill anyone all without leaving a trace. I’m good at what I do. I don’t know if this is the path of choice that I really wanted in life but hey, it pays the bills and keeps me busy.

                The bartender came over and handed her a glass as she smiled and thanked him. “So you want to dance after I finish this?” she asked shyly as she took a large drink of it and coughed a bit. I let out a small chuckled at her reaction to the strong drink.

                “Yes I would like to dance with the most beautiful girl in here who is sitting right across from me.” I said, turning on the charm that most girls seemed to adore so much.

                She blushed and the giggled. “Okay if you say so.” She took another sip of her drink. “Holy shit this stuff is strong! What is it?” She asked and looked at me. I just chuckled and winked at her as I grabbed her hand and pulled her up slowly. “Come on, let’s start dancing.”

                She blushed like crazy as I scanned her body. Her black dress perfectly gripped her body and her heels made her the same height as me, meaning she was shorter. Her hair fell perfectly at her shoulders and framed her face in just the right way. I had to snap myself away from my thoughts for the second time tonight. Maybe this won’t be as easy as I thought. No matter what, I have to stay focused.

                I pulled her body over to the dance floor and she stumbled slightly as the strong drink already started having its effects on her. I smirked again as the loud beat pounded against my chest.

Or was that my heart?