Fallen // h.s.

Thirty Six

"You don't understand! I need more time! Give me more time you know that I am the only one who can finish the job." A voice said as his tone escalated every second growing louder and louder as if he was demanding something.

I listened closely only to realize that the voice that screamed dreadfully was more than recognizable to my ears. I stopped in my tracks, as the voice seemed to come from a dark alley. Why would someone be hanging around at night, in a dark alley may I add, when the only thing preventing you from crashing into a pole is a couple of streets lights to guide your way. However I am here as well walking at night stopping near a dark alley. Niall had been bugging me the whole night on how he wanted me to buy him cookies from the shop, which he apparently loves now.

"Please!" The voice sounded defeated, miserable, and eager. "Please give me one more chance."

"That's the thing! We have given you so many chances and you manage to keep on disappointing us. You failed! And that's final." Besides we got someone else for the job."

"Someone else? Who the hell-"

"That is not your problem anymore, now is it? You had about three months Harry. All you had to do was do as you were told to and you didn't. News flash Harry, it's half of November; I do not need to explain myself further to you. Nevertheless, you will still work for us, and as you know, you have no say in this. You are not to get involved in this assignment and you are no longer to get involved with Emma Montclair, because there would be consequences and we have already lost enough trust in you so I would honestly recommend to follow instructions this time Styles."

"Shut up Aaron, you haven't even been working for a month with us. Why the hell would they send you? Where the fuck is the boss? I want to speak with him, not with some immature brat like you. If I remember correctly you are only are nineteen-year-old water boy, as they would say. Delivering messages here and there."

"Oh Harry, I might be an just a delivery boy, but you are not living to your reputation either. Who would have thought that one of our best personnel, the big bad and rather feared Harry Styles would fail on one simple assignment. It makes me wonder if your feeling got somewhat tangled?"

"NO! It is nothing like that, I just ran out of time. Don't even think that you fucking shit."

"I wonder what would happen if the boss knew that you fell in love with the girl. Who would have thought? Who knows what they have planned? They've probably even thought of that already which only means that there will be consequences...again. Maybe this time they will go for the old lady. What was her name again? Anne? Or we can even go for the Montclaire girl! That would finally make you get things straight. Oh, I would personally volunteer to kill-"

After that I heard a growl and things like trash bins crashing into the floor. I peered carefully making sure they wouldn't notice my presence.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You will not speak a work about your bizarre theories because that is exactly what they are, absurd. Now, do not ever speak to me like that. As you said I have a reputation buddy, and I will not think twice before breaking your face into tiny, insignificant pieces. My feelings never intervened in the task with Emma Montclaire. The only feeling I have for that girl are pure hate. Got it?"

I couldn't quite see their faces, but mostly their shadows. However you could tell it was Harry the one that had the other guy pinned against the wall by his throat trying miserably to escape and breath while his other hand was pulled back inches always from this Aaron guy's frightened and petrified dace ready to crash into it with all of his strength.

"Now run along and tell your boss what I said, and you better make it sound good or I swear on my dead sister that I will rip you head off and-"

I didn't want to keep hearing anymore. This was definitely not the Harry I used to know. Yet again, I guess you could say that I never really met the real him because everything had been a lie. I decided to forget the cookies as I walked back to my office like nothing had happened. However I couldn't stop to think what I had just heard. Harry hated me, this was the first time after what happened that I actually heard him say it out loud. So all of voice messages his been constantly sending once he realized I wasn't going to speak with him face to face, didn't mean anything. I haven't heard them yet, knowing that something like this would happen and that he would just want me to forgive him so he could go again with his evil plan and do whatever he was going to do with me.