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Chapter 6

Harry's PoV

Mysterious people. Gotta love them. It's gives you a reason to get to know them. As Emerald slowly drank her wine, I realized that I was running out of options to get her to open up.

She was right though. I would see her in places that I would never see a girl, and she acts completely different. Something's up.

"So," I start, "Did you like dinner?"

She smiles, wiping her face with a napkin, "Yeah, it was great. Thanks."

Silence fell, slowly growing heavy. What do I talk about? I thought, thinking of conversation starters.

"What do you like to do?" I asked. This should get us somewhere.

"Well," She sighs, "You know me. I barely leave the house unless I seriously have to. I do live alone."

"Wow, I'm surprise you're never scared living all by yourself. Are you ever lonely?" I asked.

She sighs, looking everywhere but my eyes, "Well, I have my cat Butterballs to always keep me company. Yeah, it gets lonely every now and then, but I could never really make friends, you see," She says, drinking a little more wine.

I smile, "Well, I could say the same. I only have one best mate thats really close, and his name is Niall."

As she nearly spits out her wine, she asks, "As the official Niall Horan?!"

I nod, faintly smiling at the memories, "Yeah, him and I used to run the streets together. Recently, he's been more distant, and I barely see him anymore. But yeah, he's the only one I trust, do you know him?"

She shakes her head, "No, I've only heard of him. I mean, that one band, right? I forgot what it was called, I think it was One direction right?"

"Yup," I said, "I'm the official Harry Styles."

"Whatever happened to the rest of the group?"

I sigh, "We all split up because of what happened. The depression was horrible, and we didn't think we could take it anymore when Zayn left us."

Emerald's PoV

Oh fuck.

Niall and Harry know each other? Why? Why wouldn't Niall tell me? Normally, when it comes to that stuff, he'll tell me. Ok, I gotta think. Why is Harry trying to get all of this stuff out of me? Is there something about me that he has to know about?

Well, if we're playing the information game, two can play.

Truth is, I know about One Direction's separation. When Niall wasn't looking, I went through his files. The only thing I found was about Zayn, the one who left the group. The funny part is, that same night, he paid me triple to kill him.

Just like he was willing to do for Harry.

"What happened to Zayn?" I asked, putting my glass down. No more drinking for me tonight.

He shakes his hair out of his orbs, "He was killed. I don't know by who, but he was killed. The head was almost cut clean off."

Yep, I'm screwed. So screwed. Harry's supposed to be dead, and yet he's still alive. Now I find out that he's Niall's old best friend?

"Yikes," I shudder, "Who would do that?"

"Some assassin. They're fast, really." Harry says.

I gulp silently. Why me?

We decided to sit on the couch to continue talking. When he told me more about Zayn, I began to feel guilty. He sounded like a great person.

"It's getting late," I said, standing up and grabbing my jacket, "I better get home. I'll call you soon."

As I leave, he smiles and says "Alright," before walking me out the door.

I say, "Goodbye, Harry."

"Bye, Emerald," He said, closing the door. I start the short walk to my house, but on the way all I feel is pain and sorrow for what I've been doing to people for years.

What do I do? Damn it, this is hard. I should've killed him, and I wouldn't be in this predicament. But now, I gotta focus on keeping him alive and safe.

I turn the corner to walk down the alley before bumping in to Niall, and I have to say, I've never seen this angry of an expression on Niall's face.

"Um... Hi," I said, giggling nervously.

"What were you doing all dressed up like that?" He asked, his eyes shooting darts at me.

"Jeez," I said, pretending to be offended, "I can't feel pretty?"

I pulled the girl card. I should win this argument.

He rolls his eyes, "Whatever. Anyways, I thought I told you to meet me on time."

"Ok, you're mad over 25 minutes?" I asked, crossing my arms.

I'd rather have him be mad over this then having him find out that Harry's alive, or that I know he's after everyone in One Direction. Goodness, all these secrets.

"Here's another job. I want it done by tomorrow night. No exceptions," He said sternly before walking off.

"Wait, Niall," I said, as he turns around. I then ask, "When do I have to stop killing people? I'm... tired."

He crosses his arms, rolling his eyes, "It's when I can complete my test, but trust me it will be over sooner than you think."

With that, he just walks away.

I then furrow my eyebrows when I think about what he said. Test? What test?