Come Closer.

The less I know the better.

A/N: Short I know, but sexy stuff will definitely happen on the next chapter, just wanted to update.

Harry sat in his office, the other office, and closed his eyes, he savored the taste of Louis' lips and thought about how addicted he already was. He did it to keep himself sane before opening them and opening his left drawer, where his favourite gun was waiting patiently, cold and loaded.

He unbuttons the first three buttons of his white shirt, finishes his rum in one last gulp and gets out of the room slamming the door shut. With careful steps he walks to the "conference room", and spots Liam waiting outside holding his bible, his old notebook.

"Nothing yet?" Harry asks casually.

He takes a moment to look around, he's always like this company better, the building seems cozier, he doesn't like to call it headquarters but he supposes it's a proper name. He likes it better because everything is different, the clothing also seem to change, even if it is not on purpose, he loves that the job requieres it.

Liam looks like a gangster from the fifty's with his brown suspenders and a shoulder holster identical to the one Harry tends to wear, but not tonight; in fact everyone kind of reminds him of that one movie with Al Pacino, or the other film by Tarantino. 

"Mh, the lad looks like he's about to piss himself, but he hasn't said a word." 

"Well, I'm here now." And he proceeds to open the door.

And there it is, the sight looks like it properly belongs to a movie. A young man is tied to a wooden chair, a lamp hanging over his head and the whole room is dark. About eight of his men are surrounding him, studying him.

"What a night, lads. I had the feeling something was about to come before I made any plans." Harry says with a sarcastic laugh, and stares directly at the man.

"Name." He says once, and then his smile fades after 30 seconds of silence, one of his men goes to slap him with the back of his own gun, but Harry stops him with a simple hand move.

"Ah ah." He says and shuts his eyes one more time and scratches his temple with the same hand that's holding his weapon using the thumb.

That makes the man in the chair look up to finally make eye contact with him.

"I've never seen you before. I don't fucking know who you are. 'Till today you simply didn't exist. So I actually wonder what the fuck you are doing right here right now. Now, before I have to waste anymore breath on asking anyone else what we MAY know, why don't you tell me..." Harry keeps his voice calm and his face emotionless. 

Harry took a moment before he decided to put down his gun on the table next to him. 

"Okay." A sigh and then a much louder version of him room echoed. "LIAM." 

In a second Liam read aloud all the information they had about the captive.

After a minute Harry decided that he felt tired, he had to reconsider if three hours of sleep were the best for him.

"I don't care what you do to him, I don't give a fuck about anything. If I have to come back here to do it myself, everyone in here is in big trouble." He takes his gun back and takes out a cigarette, Liam throws him a lighter and walks out of the room with Liam following close behind.

"Now that he's seen both of our faces and that we are releasing all the advertising for the Johnson & Johnson's new product, with that big conference,  he can't get out of the building. I mean-fuck Liam, how the hell did he get here, you know what I don't wanna know, that's why we have people to worry about that stuff, TO PREVENT." Harry throws his fag to the ground before stepping on it.