I Want to Believe In Me (AU Larry Stylinson and Ziall Horlik)

Epilogue x

Epilogue

[Harry’s POV]

4 Years Later

“Yes, sendoff Arthur and Cardle to Germany for the hostage mission and Lloyd can go over to Canada to watch over the surveillance of Sir Grant,” I said hastily into the phone as I walked to my destination. “No I don’t mind if she wants to get there flying her jet. She’s done it before so she can do it again. Just remind her no matter her choices, she’s going have to think them through.”

I listened to Liam on the other line give me updates from HQ while I was on break. I didn’t mind Liam calling me to keep me updated, but sometimes I had to remind him that it was okay if I came back from my lunch break with a surprise. I enjoyed hearing the choices agents decided to make.

“Okay well Liam, you’re going to have to go because I need to interview this guy you apparently told me to meet. Oh gosh what’s his name?”

“Um, I dunno,” Liam said through the phone. “Bye!” The other line then went dead and I made a mental note to kill Liam when I got back to HQ.

I arrived at a little Italian Bistro as soon as I hung up with Liam and headed inside. I checked my watch and saw that I was only 5 minutes early. I walked up to the hostess with a charming smile.

“Hello there love,” I said in my baritone styled voice.

She blushed and began to giggle like a little school girl. I refrained from rolling my eyes at her and allowed her to look like a fool in front of me.

“Hi there,” she said with such pep that I couldn’t help but smile a little bit more because of her happy demeanor.

“I have a reservation for two. It should be under Styles,” I said as she typed the name into her computer.

“Why yes! We have the back room all set up for you Mr. Styles. If you could follow me please?” She grabbed a menu and we proceeded to walk to the back room. I sat myself down and began to look through the menu.

“Anything to drink for you Mr. Styles?” the hostess asked politely.

“Just a glass of water, um…” I trailed off realizing I hadn’t gotten my hostess’ name.

“It’s Sam sir,” she said with a smile.

“Thank you very much Sam,” I said before she nodded and walked off. I sat down for another 5 minutes before I heard a huffing and puffing before me. I lowered the menu from my menu and my mouth dropped to the floor.

“I am so, so, so sorry! I know I’m, um, like 2 minutes late, and I know that’s so unprofessional, and I know you’re probably not going to hire me, but please. I really need this job!”

I was barely listening to the man in front of me. I’m pretty sure he wanted to rattle off more excuses into why he’s running late, but I wasn’t too interested in that. I was just interested in his face.