Hitman (1D FF) *UNDER HEAVY EDITING*

Chapter 2*

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Alex's POV

I woke up in some stranger's bed. 'Shit' was the first thought that ran through my head as I woke up. Then I remembered that I was working on a job.

I sat up in Louis' empty bed, sliding my white iPhone off the edge of the side table. I had 2 new text messages, both from Ryder.

What's going on? Call me when you get the chance. Ryder xx

Babe? Did you kill them yet? Ryder xx

My fingers flew across the keyboard, my eyes proof-reading as I went.

Ryder, have some faith in me. I have five targets. I need some time. they might get suspicious, so don't text me or call me unless I text or call you first. Alex xx

I hit the send button as I heard footsteps come down the hallway. I locked my phone and gently set it back on the side table. I laid back down, pretending I had been asleep the whole time.

I heard the door open, then footsteps walking towards the bed. I heard a door open, one closer to me than the room door. I chanced opening my eyes and watched just as Louis dropped his towel. I closed my eyes again. Well... I don't think I was meant to see that.

Louis' POV

I got out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my waist. I walked into my room and looked at Alex. I opened my closet door, quickly snatching out a pair of boxers.

I dropped my towel, pulling on my boxers. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a T-shirt.

I went to the girl in my bed and gently shook her. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, smiling slightly.

"Hey love. Want some breakfast?"

"S-sure." She stuttered, her eyes going wide for a second.

"Let's go then."

Alex's POV

He gently shook me. I opened my eyes, acting as if I had just been sleeping. I couldn't keep up the act anymore after I looked at his face. It just made me want to smile, and I did.

"Hey love. Want some breakfast?" He asked me.

My eyes went wide for a second before I stuttered out, "S-sure." It was the second time he had called me love, but the first time I was so in character, I didn't even realize how it made me feel.

Ryder never called me love. It was always babe, or sometimes a playful bitch, but never had he called me love. It made my stomach erupt in butterflies as I realized I liked being called that.

"Let's go then." He said, pulling me out of my thoughts. He grabbed my hand and helped me out of bed. When we touched, something like a shock went through my hand and even when he let go, it still tingled.

I followed him down to the kitchen, too immersed in the tingles I still felt to remember my gun or phone.