Teaser~
"You want this done in 5 months?" I questioned, my back still facing the man.
His deep voice spoke up in the dark, barely above a whisper. I didn't shutter at his voice, having done this millions of times and killed men in the ring, none of this scared me the least bit.
"Just make sure she falls in love with you, deeply. Fuck her if you have to. I just want to watch her break to pieces, disintegrate. Just like I did." His voice trailed off, a signal for me to leave. I nodded, stepping through the rusty old door and into the chilled afternoon air.
Same as always. Break their hearts, then leave. It's what I was known for, even if I was a boxer. What people called me?
The Heart Breaker. But you can call me Harry Styles.
❦.❦.❦
Prologue~
*Harry's POV*
I stepped through the small doorway, my thick hoody clinging onto my torso. Shutting the door, the brisk cold air cut off, leaving me in a small dark room.
"Harry Styles. A man who takes his time, I heard." A man from the back of the room spoke, the man paying me I suspected.
"I suppose so." I answered, my hands stuffed into my jean pockets, the faded and ripped material breaking at every touch.
I came closer to the man, standing over his mahogany desk, cracks lining the wood. Even though I could barely see him, his shadow showed me the basic lining of him. He appeared to be not to much older than me, maybe 20 or 21. Nothing else to see.
"I guess you know why I called you?" He asked, knitting his fingers together. I only nodded, not feeling a need to speak. My gaze proceeded behind the man, outside the window. It was snowing, being the fact it was almost December, meaning almost Christmas. I cringed at the word.
After a brief silence, he cleared his throat, speaking again. My attention turned back towards him, though my eyes still gazed out the window.
"A man of few words I suspect?" He chuckled to himself, obviously the silence answered him well enough. The laugh was shortly lived, knowing this man wanted to get to his point as much as I wanted to get home. Or at least what I called a home.
"I want you to ruin her life, break her heart into thousands of tiny pieces." He spoke to me, cutting through the thin air of the night. A simple enough task he spoke of, simple enough.
I nodded, knowing he couldn't see me. I was willing to take any girl, any challenging bitchy girl and ruin their entire lives. I could hear him chuckle, the evil seeping
through his menacing laugh.
Nothing I hadn't heard before.
"Of course. But show me the profile." I spoke without a stutter, having memorized these lines word for word. You'd be amazed at how many hearts I've shattered.
He slipped me a photo, including information about the girl only he knew. Most of the time these people were close enough to the girl the job was easy. Not bothering to check, the info or anything else, I slipped the envelope into my dust caked coat, stepping towards the door.
"You want this done in 5 months?" I questioned, my back still facing the man.
His deep voice spoke up in the dark, barely above a whisper. I didn't shutter at his voice, having done this millions of times and killed men in the ring, none of this scared me the least bit.
"Just make sure she falls in love with you, deeply. Fuck her if you have to. I just want to watch her break to pieces, disintegrate. Just like I did." His voice trailed off, a signal for me to leave. I nodded, stepping through the rusty old door and into the chilled afternoon air.
Same as always. Break their hearts, then leave. It's what I was known for, even if I was a boxer. What people called me?
The Heart Breaker. But you can call me Harry Styles.
❦.❦.❦
A/N:
So mostly I'll switch POV's in this story, though the prologue is in Harry's POV. I wanted to change it up a bit, make everything a little more darker, gloomier.
No I am not I repeat NOT copying "Dark" or any of its contents. I read that awhile ago and it's way behind me. It's a great, amazing, and talentedly (I am aware this is not a word) made book, I would never copy it EVER.
Please enjoy this story though, I will update when I get the chance. Loads of crappy homework assignments to finish :/
~Josie
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