The Assassin- Larry Stylinson

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Bang!

Louis watched as a bullet flew through the air and slammed through the cardboard target across the room. He pulled the trigger once more, and groaned when nothing happened. He turned the gun over in his hands, sighing when he saw there were no bullets left. 

"Louis!" 

Lou jumped at the sound, and turned around swiftly. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him; he had never been jumpy before. 

"Hi, Paul." He mumbled to the man who had scared him. 

Paul shook his head, laughing a bit. "I'll never understand how you can come here to have fun. Most people go to the movies, not a shooting range."

Louis shrugged, placing the gun onto the table next to him. "You're the one who works here. Besides, I come here to relieve stress too. It's better than drinking it all away, right?"

Paul just nodded in agreement, because Louis had him beat. He was worried about Lou, though. He'd been pretty stressed lately and it wasn't going unnoticed. 

"How have you been, anyways?"

Louis shrugged once again, grabbing his jacket as he did so. "Could be better."

Paul sighed, "I know what you mean, kid." 

Lou gave him a sad smile, along with a goodbye before he was out the door, running to his car through the rain. 

"I'm not doing it, Liam. No...I just can't. I know...but...I can't...fine.."

Zayn stared at his best friend from over his coffee cup, confused about the conversation Lou was having on the phone. Louis was pacing back and forth across the apartment, occasionally yelling at the man on the other end, or mumbling out curse words. Zayn couldn't help but laugh a bit when Lou walked right into the wall, rubbing his head as he continued the phone call. 

Whatever it was about, seemed important, and that's why Zayn stayed in his spot, silently watching the scene from the kitchen. 

Louis finally hung up, and practically threw his iphone across the living room. He groaned, pushing his hands through his hair, something he did when he was frustrated. Zayn watched as Lou walked into the kitchen a moment later, and went to the fridge as if nothing had happened. 

He pulled out the milk, and turned around to see a very confused Zayn staring at him. "What?" He questioned, setting the milk carton onto the counter. 

Zayn cleared his throat, putting his coffee mug down as well. "What was that all about mate?"

Louis shrugged, looking down at his feet. "Just a phone call.."

"Sounded like an important one."

"It was.."

"Louis."

"Yes?"

Zayn groaned, glaring at his friend. "Lou, who were you yelling at all that time?"

Louis sighed, feeling defeated. "My boss. He wants me to...do something I don't want to, but I'll be fired if I don't...so I really have no choice..."

"What does he want you to do?" Zayn questioned, really interested in the topic now.

Louis shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

"It can't be that bad. What, does he want you to kill someone?" Zayn joked, chuckling as he grabbed his coffee again. 

Louis' head shot up and he glared at Zayn. "It's nothing, Zayn. Just drop it." 

He then picked up the whole milk carton and left the room, slamming his bedroom door shut like a child as soon as he got there. Zayn was left more confused then before. Why had Lou become so defensive?

***

"Yeah, but he's a cop, Ni. I don't see why he ran away looking like he'd seen a ghost." 

Harry sighed, before taking another sip of his tea. He and Niall were sitting in their favorite coffee shop in town, though Harry never actually ordered coffee. 

For the past hour, Harry had been explaining all about Lewis, if that was his name, to Niall, who listened intently while eating his waffles. He did find it a bit strange, though, that Harry had only said all of three sentences to this guy and he could still go on for hours about him. 

"Well..." Niall dragged out the word, thinking as he spoke. Harry rolled his eyes, willing for his friend to get on with it.

"I have a friend who works for the police around here. Then again, the guy you met at the bar probably isn't in his department..."

Harry groaned. "Niall, what department does he work for? They could still know each other....maybe."

Niall laughed a little, "Calm down, Styles. My friend, Liam, works in investigative stuff. Like catching terrible criminals and stuff. Britain's most wanted. That kind of thing."

"Oh..." Harry nodded, sighing once again as he mixed his spoon through his tea. 

"You could still find him though, maybe he'll go to that club again."

"Yeah," Harry said thoughtfully, "Maybe."