Hitman |n.h|

7

It's too loud in here and I'm not in a good mood at all to be helping a Hitman/Rapist get his job done and I'm sure as hell ain't feeling my outfit choice either.

I walked around a few times and found myself at the bar.

I was only 19,and the legal age to drink was 21.

Maybe I could get around it.

"Hi," I said flirtatiously to the bar tender.

He smiled and leaned on the counter.

"What's your name,pretty lady?" He asks and flashes a white smile.

"Amber.Whats yours?"

"Josh,probably the one you'll be screaming tonight."

I blushes at his words.

Maybe I can get around my age.

"What's your special today?" I ask lowly.

"Anything you want." He smirks and winks.

That's when I heard a deep,raspy voice besides me.

"Get her the twister.Its on me."

Josh's face turns annoyed,and he turns away.

I turn to my side and my heart stops.

Harry Styles.

I had to take a breath.

He was so attractive in person.

With chocolate brown curls and piercing jade green eyes,paired along with pink,plump lips;no wonder he was a playboy.

He wore a black button down with the top three buttons undone,revealing his tattooed chest,and skinny jeans.

He was tall and overpowering,I don't know why,but I had to sit down.

"I don't see you often.New here?" He asks playfully and smiles.

"Yes.Just visiting."

He nods and bites his lip.

"Why are you visiting?If I'm not seeming too...forward?" He asks and sits besides me ,turning his body on the chair to face me.

I might as well lie;I'm already doing damage.

"I'm a model.Summer is here and that means swimsuit photo shoots." I say and smirk when Josh slides our drinks over to us.

His eyes widen and they have a sort of playful tone in them,and his lips curl in a smile.

It reminded me of the Chesire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"Model?" He asks and sips his drink.

"What about you?" I ask innocently,sipping from my straw lightly,licking my lips after.

It was strong and sweet.

He stares at my lips for a while and then looks at my eyes,then answers.

"I'm a business owner,"

I nod and smile.

"Really?For what?" I ask now,turning curious.

"I own half of L.A.And I practically run all of Chesire back in England.Im a pretty big deal." He says and smiles into his drink.

I roll my eyes.

"Really?Arent you important?" I say sarcastically.

"Very." He replies and licks his lips.

I look around and see a blonde girl watching Harry from the end of the counter.

She had bright red lips and blue eyes.