Hitman |n.h|

6

5 hours and 33 minutes.

I was literally about to commit suicide and jump out of the car.

We were 30 minutes into our trip and I felt like we've been driving for a week straight.

"It's so hot-" I huff and roll down the window.

"No-" he says and rolls my window up.

"I'm baking." I say and groan.

"I will put on the air conditioner."

He turns it on and puts it on high.

I sit back and close my eyes.

"So," he starts and lowers the radio.

Im mentally opening the door and jumping to my death at this point.

"Where ya from?" He asks and taps the steering wheel.

"You want to know my personal life why?"

"We're gonna be together for a while.So might as well."

I roll my eyes and cross my legs.

"New York." I say and look at him.

His eyes were trailed on my legs.

I shift in my seat and his eyes dart to the road.

"How about you?" I ask.

It was stupid because he had such a strong accent.

It wasn't the U.K,something else.

"Ireland.Best place in da world."

"Psst,alright." I say sarcastically and he raises his eye brows.

"D'you have siblings?" He asks and hums.

"Yeah.You?"

"Yeah.Brother."

I nod and look out the window to see a blur of road and trees.

"So you're Irish?Like,100%?" I ask suddenly and he smiles.

"Yeah.I look it?"

"You're accent gives you away." I say and smirk for the first time.

Why am I being nice? He kidnapped you and is taking you hostage.

"You're...definitely from New York.I can hear it in your voice.But something else is in there..."he says and hums,thinking.

"I'm mixed.Im three things." I say and he looks at me.

"Really?Interesting.What is that?"

I sigh.

"Puerto Rican,Irish,and Italian."

He laughs and nods.

"Ye got that Irish blood in ya." He smirks.

"Probably why you're feisty."

"I'm feisty because you're a dick."

I smile at my quick comeback and he whistles.

"Now are you going to tell me who is Harry Styles?"

"It's none of your concern,"

"It is because apparently I'm helping you to get to him,"

"How do you know that?" He asks.

"I saw your little map with all your notes and stuff.He's a Multi-Million dollar business owner and playboy.I put one and one together,and you're going to use me as a distraction.A way to get into his mind and get as much information as I can.Hence,giving me this slutty dress and expensive red bottoms." I say and look at my black painted nails.