A.M. ↠ zarry AU

brazen

bra·zen

/ˈbrāzən/

adjective

bold and without shame.

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"Thanks Liam,"

Well, there's my guy.

A young woman, a few years older than Harry, rounded the corner and walked past him to head up to the second story. He gave her a charming smile before going to the lounge she had just exited, to meet Liam. "Uh, hi?"

"Hey, what's up, man?" A buff, brunette man in a muscle tee, jeans, and a snapback greeted Harry as he counted notes upon notes of dollars. Harry eyed the money being laid out on the small coffee table in front of the man, he snapped out of his daze when he heard him clear his throat.

"I'm Harry, you're Liam, right?" Harry asked pointing to himself and then to Liam.

"Yea, yea I am - oh yea," Liam nodded and looked up, "Viv told me you'd be coming in today."

"She did now?" Harry smirked.

"Yea. Didn't think you'd stick around when I heard you were just a kid... You Australian?" He asked, picking up on Harry's accent.

"Uhm, British, from Manchester. I just moved here a couple of months ago."

Liam smiled and nodded.

"Wanted to make a name for yourself in the City of Angels?" He asked, going back to sorting out his money.

"Yeah," Harry chuckled, "This is where everyone comes to make their dreams come true, right? ... It's just not as easy as everyone makes it out to be."

"Well you're right with that." Liam said more to himself than to Harry. "Okay," he clapped his hands together and then secured the money with rubber bands before standing. "I'm guessing, it's over a grand that you have to make?"

"Five."

Liam stood and walked to Harry, looking at him as if he was under inspection. "There's an appointment for three - thirty that you can take."

Harry looked at his watch.

12:15

"Here's the address." Liam handed Harry a piece of paper and left the room while he was busy reading.

"Wait, wh-"

"Hi sweetheart, I'm afraid I have some bad news.. Yea," Harry heard Liam outside the room on the phone to someone and decide to listen in. "I'm sorry I won't be able to come in today. I know, I know but we have someone new that I think you'll really like... I promise it will be worth your while, when have I ever been wrong? ... Great, he'll see you later." Silence
Harry was just about to call out for Liam and go look for him when the older man walked back in with something for Harry. "Here. For later." Harry's eyes widened and he bit back a laugh and nodded before exiting the room.

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15:00

Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek and tapped away on the steering wheel. He sat outside in his grey, dated Toyota and contemplated driving back to the safety of his apartment and forgetting all about his new job. He was nervous. A feeling he hadn't felt in very long time. He ran a hand through his semi long brown locks and grabbed the police hat and aviators.

Come on Styles, this is nothing.

He twirled the toothpick his was chewing on earlier between his fingers before popping it back in between his lips and opened the car door.

I probably look ridiculous. Why the fuck did Liam make me wear this, I'm not some sort of Magic Mike character.

By the time Harry was done talking to himself he found that he was standing in front of the immaculate white door of his first client. He took in a deep breath and raised his baton, knocking on the door three times. The door clicked and Harry stood face to face with a middle aged woman. "Yes?"

Harry was frozen for a good few seconds. His tongue slid across the toothpick and he finally shifted his weight from one foot to another. "We've received a noise complaint from you, ma'am."

"What? That's ridiculous. You must have the wrong house."

"No," He shook his head and walked into the house without any warning.

"What do you think -" Harry stopped her before she could finish and shut the door, pinning her body against it with his. It finally clicked for the woman that this was her 15:30 appointment. "Officer.."

"Shh." He pinned both of her hands above her head in one of his and peered over his glasses down at her. "Now," Harry traced her jawline with his index finger, and let it travel down to her neck, past her chest, and to her waist until it rested on the knot of her white silk gown. "Are you going to behave or do I have to use my handcuffs on you?" He asked, pulling at her robe so that it came undone - much like her who was already under Harry's spell.

"Whatever you want, officer."