ASSASSIN
"Gesù Cristo." I mumbled as I slipped out of the office building.
I needed space from them. It sounds bad - I know - but you try being in love with someone and her falling in love with someone who looked just like you.
When I put it that way it just sounds weird.
"Excuse me," I heard a small southern voice behind me, I turned around to see a short blonde girl with her eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know where - wait. Harry?"
I nodded, seeing her face light up.
"Wait." She said as if she was in deep though.
"Are you okay? What's your name?" I asked her, biting my lip ring.
"Jesus, it-it's Abby," She said, shaking her head while mixing her cream shirt. "You're supposed to be in France, what the fuck."
"Francia, dici?" I asked, brushing my hand through my hair.
She took a deep breath, blinked for a while and then asked, "You're not the Harry Styles, are you?"
I formed my lips in a thin line, "Nope, sorry."
"It's fine, but can you help me?" She asked, stepping forward.
"Ovviamente."
She giggled, and looked down at her white converse. "I don't speak Italian."
I smirked, "Then how did you know what language I was speaking?"
"Lucky guess?" She smiled.
"I said, of course."
"I don't know where I am." She said sheepishly, raking her small head through her curly hair.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, looking in her dark blue eyes.
"I was at the soccer aid that Niall and Louis were playing at," I gave her a confused look, not knowing who Niall and Louis were, "And then, boom, I'm here, confused as fuck."
X X X
"She's just like Nat." Prince Demon said, walking from Abby to Liza.
"Who the hell is Nat, and why are there like five Harrys?" She whispered to me, shifting on the desk she was sitting on.
"What story are you from?" Liza asked her.
"Story?" She looked at me as she started swinging her legs.
"You know," Vampire said, fixing his bandana. "like a fanfiction."
"I'm not from a fanfiction, I have no idea what y'all are talking about." She stood up from the desk she was sitting on and made her way to the door. Before she could reach for the door handle, Prince Demon had poofed in front of the door, making Abby jump back in surprise.
He grabbed her wrist to the point where you could see a flash of pain on her face. My body tensed, hands ready to protect her from our little demon.
"Sorry, sweetie, you can't leave."
"Harry, let her go." I said, rolling my eyes as he tilted his head at me.
"Aw, Assassin her got a crush?" He teased, a small smirk taking over.
"Harry, oh my god, stop." Liza groaned.
