The Assassin- Larry Stylinson

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Louis Tomlinson stood still, holding the black gun in his hand safely. It was dark all around him, but he could see well enough. Louis could only hear the sound of his own breathing, but he was sure the man standing just ten feet away from him couldn't hear it. Louis was very careful about these things.

He watched the man closely, thinking over his so called plan. The man, in his late thirties, would never see it coming. He had been on the countries most-wanted list for three months now and he was finally going to be caught. The police were so fed up with the guy by now, that they didn't care if he came back dead or alive. What they had failed to notice, apparently, was that Louis never took anyone back alive. One quick blow and this man's life would be over. 

Louis pressed his finger lightly to the trigger, emitting a sharp sound as the bullet flew across the room. He smirked  as the man he'd hit fell to the ground, not even a single moan escaping from his now cold lips. Lou walked over to the man's body and pulled out his own cell phone, calling his boss. He waited until one quiet ring had passed-as always-and then nodded when he heard his boss' voice. "It's done." Louis told him before hanging up and leaving the room, leaving the dead man behind.

A few moments later police came and someone took care of the body, while Louis was already far away, enjoying the confort of his new car. He always had a new car. If he had one for over three or four months, he bought a new one. It all came as part of the job. Instead of driving back to his flat, Louis headed over to his office. He was sure he'd left his wallet there this morning, and wanted to retrieve it. 

He whistled to himself as he made his way to the building, signing in at the front desk with Perrie-she was always very sweet-and then going straight to the elevator because who the hell wants to walk up fifteen flights of stairs? Not Louis, that's for sure. 

As he passed through the hallway on the fifteenth floor, he said hello to a few people and then happily grabbed his wallet off of his desk before locking up the room for the night. Louis began to whistle once again as he left, before someone stopped him. "Louis!"

He sighed but smiled, turning around to face his boss, Liam. Louis was friends with Liam, to an extent. The man was polite and nice, not what you would expect from the head of an MI5 department. Louis followed him into his huge office, one that Louis secretly envied. He took a seat across from Liam and nodded for his boss to speak. Liam cleared his throat and smiled. 

"Good job finding that guy today. He was a real tough case." 

Louis could only nod, because it was true. But Louis was good, better than most other agents in the company. 

"Anyways, I called you in here because I have a new assignment for you. Don't worry! It doesn't need to be done today." Louis sighed happily, glad he wasn't stuck with more work on a Friday night. 

"So, what is it?" He asked boredly, showing almost no interest at all. 

"A nineteen year old named Styles...Harry Styles I believe." Liam nodded, confirming the name to himself. 

Louis looked back at his boss in surprise. Nineteen? Isn't that a bit young? He thought so...

"He's just a kid." Louis stated, earning a confused look from Liam. Louis never showed care or interest in his targets, he just took the job and got it done. This seemed rather strange to Louis, though. 

Liam nodded slowly, staring at Louis. "Well that doesn't make a difference, right? The point is we need him gone, alright?"

Louis nodded again, although he had more questions. "Why? I mean...what could he have done?"