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Typing away on Harry's laptop, I found myself with time alone. Ever since I had gotten onto Harry's computer the first time, it had intrigued me to snoop further. This laptop held all kinds of records and no doubt would have more information on Harry.

This was a small window of opportunity and I understood that I needed to be quick since time was a luxury I didn't have. Harry and Niall were discussing security matters while I was "supposed" to be in the shower. My shower wasn't working, which resulted in me using Harry's for the time being.

Eyes scanning over the screen I typed in Harry's name once I found my way onto the secure browser. Seeing a Styles, Edward Harry I quickly clicked over his name to reveal more detail. Opening up a window with a picture of Harry, various details of his appearance presented itself. Once I read up on what I already knew I scrolled down to see his kill count.

Harry Edward Styles

Age: 23
Date of Birth: February 1, 1993
Race: English
Nationality: British
Date of recruitment: December 23, 2001
Kill Count: 20
Specialty Skills: Hand to Hand Combat, Firearms, Explosives

Swallowing hard I stared at that number. Harry had taken the lives of twenty different people ranging from his age of only 23. As I calculated and did the math in my head I also learned that Harry was recruited at the age of 8 years old. He was still a kid! It broke my heart to know he was doing a mans work at such a young age. He delved into things and learned things that eight-year-olds shouldn't know how to do.

Family History: Currently Unavailable. Styles was recruited as an orphan, no family history has been found currently.

My eyes widened against the bright screen that brought a little light to who Harry was. It saddened me to read that he from the beginning had no one, he was all alone in this world. At the tender age of 8 years old he was taken into a world full of death and secrets. He learned to do things that not even an average man can do, he saw things that no kids should see.

I wanted to ask Harry about his family but never did, I thought that it may be a sensitive topic. Family was sometimes a touchy topic for some, I knew it was for me. I never liked to explain how my mother passed it brought me back to the night all over again. I also didn't like to talk about my father either due to his status in the British Secret Service. I couldn't talk about it if asked I was instructed to lie.

My mind craved to know more about Harry but sadly there still wasn't much. His file only gave a description of his appearance as well as information about his kill count and his skill set level. Harry was a weapon, that's how the agency saw him. I didn't see him this way, he was a person with feelings and I felt for him. He made me feel electric. His touch igniting a surge that raced through my body.

Taking advantage of this time I typed in my own name to see what came up. I've always wanted to know what my file held, what kind of information it held on me. Harry had referenced it a bit ago and ever since then, I had rendered myself curious.

Finding my name I immediately clicked on my name once it became highlighted under the mouse.

Mia Ophelia Frost

Age: 22
Date of Birth: April 21, 1994
Race: English
Nationality: British
Kill Count: 2

Family History:

Ophelia Warren Frost: Deceased
James Frost: Currently involved with the agency

Mia's mother's murder sent Mia into hiding for the majority of her life. She has a tendency to form attachments to others easily which can at times comprise the mission at hand. Mia hasn't ever gotten over her mother's death and still has nightmare occurrences every night. She often seeks safety in others, especially her protectors most often. She is to be treated fragilely.

Anger burned into my core as I read the last line. I didn't want to be seen as fragile to everyone! I wasn't a thin glass doll people portrayed me as. I read into all the other various descriptions they had on me, they had basically written out my entire life. From the destinations, I had been to the people or protectors who had accompanied me.

I was oblivious to the extensive knowledge they had on me. I was starting to believe the agency knew more about me then I knew about myself. The details they laid out about my personality was extensive and put me in an uneasy state.

Hearing voices near I exited quickly out of the program and threw my clothing off my body. Scattering my clothes once I reached the shower I had kept the water on so I could quickly jump in if Harry ever came in.

"Are you almost done?" I heard Harry's voice as water ran down my bare body. Making sure to soak my body under the hot water, steam clouded the open bathroom as I saw Harry's outline in the doorway.

"Come in here." I coaxed with my eyes hungry on him. I craved to feel Harry on me once more. Steam was covering my bare body from him as I glanced down briefly.

"You know I can't, don't be a tease," Harry told me while I pressed my hands up against the clear glass of the shower. Breathing heavily I watched him come into view, his green eyes tracing over my body.

"What do I have to do, to get you in here?" My voices echoing from the empty bathroom as my lips pressed against the glass slightly. Hands still up against the glass I saw Harry's hands mask over mine as he leaned his forehead against the glass.

Steam clouding our air I waited for Harry to undress. My hair wet as it ran down my back, I felt the water droplets run down my body. The heat between Harry and I was biting at me. The only thing separating us was the thin piece of glass.

"Just let it go," I whispered pressing myself up against the glass and breathing along with him while he looked up at me with his entrancing eyes.

Before I know it he enters the steamy shower completely naked. Lips instantly attaching to his I feel his arms move around me while my hands cradle his face. Eyes rolling back I take in deep breaths trying to keep in control since I knew I was losing it all too quickly. Our bodies moving against each other while I gave into him, gaining the feeling that I craved so heavily.

Moaning out a little louder than I probably should have Harry whispered into my neck in between his kisses.

"If you want this to work, you have to be quieter."

"Sorry." I breathed out feeling him begin to enter me as soon as he propped me up against the glass wall. My legs laced around him and within the moment I was holding my breath from the intensity of it all. I wanted badly to scream out but I kept my lips shut, internally moaning and groaning to the way Harry was thrusting.

Toes curling my breathing became more rapid when he picked up the pace. Finding his lips and laying them on mine I engaged as I bit his lip before kissing him roughly.

-October 01, 2016