Direct {Harry Styles}

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Conner Pov

I watched in a daze as Harry gave instructions. I packed a duffle bag that was now hung around my body. Harry gave me a pistol. "Don't use it," he said after handing it to me.

We're now standing in front of the airport while Harry gives us all specific instructions. "All team leaders get ear pieces and specific areas of the house to patrol. Strict rules men. Get in, Get Allison, Get out. Don't hurt anybody you don't have to," he says sternly and hands Liam, Louis, and Zayn ear pieces. Niall is still in recovery.

Harry looks at his watch, "Ok were boarding the plane in 10 minuets... aannndddd go." Everyone scatters and I follow Harry to the bag check in.

"Stay near me and don't get lost cause I'm not going to look for you," he says and I nod. We hand the lady our duffle bags and she kindly takes them.

We walk through the gates and Harry and I pass through without any problems. We sit in the waiting area for them to call for our flight and I hear voices coming from Harry's ear piece.

"What's the plan?" I ask and Harry roles his eyes at me, but I only laugh.

"The plan is to get Allison back and get home," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"What's our plan?" I say and he sighs, pulling out his phone.

He pulls up some blue prints and certain parts of the house light up. "We're covering these parts. All you have to do is not get caught by anyone important and find a gorgeous girl with blonde hair. Think you can do that?" he asks and I nod my head.

"Flight 237 please come forward," Harry and I stand and board first, Louie's team after, Zayn's after them, and Liam's last.

Harry and I settle in our seats and Harry's ear piece buzzes again. He leans back and closes his eyes, "I'd get some sleep. It's gonna be a long night."

Allison Pov

What the fuck? I slide my hands around the walls in search of a light switch to see where I am. Once I find one I flip it on.

I'm in an office. The desk and tables look oak and cold. It has two extra seats sitting in front of the desk along with an office chair behind it. The room can't be Cameron's because its too small. I open the drawers and its empty except a couple pens that have been chewed on the top.

Why am I here? "Hello!" I yell and wait for an answer. Nothing.

Fuck fuck fuck. Ok just relax. I lay down on the desk and take deep breaths. Don't worry Carter is just messing with you.

The door slams open and Nash is standing in the door way. He has a pistol in his hand and blood is smeared across his cheek, "let's go!". I stand in shock and he panics, running to me, "we have to fucking hurry."

He grabs my arm, pulling me out of the room and into the hallway. He kicks open a door and we scramble inside. I hear yelling from the end of the hall and Nash aims the gun at the door.

"Grab all the guns in the drawer and place them all on me except one. Keep that one for yourself," he says fast and I run towards the new desk.

I push guns into his back pockets and hold one in my hand. "What's happening?" I ask in shock.

"The house is being raided. We need to move locations," he says and keeps his eyes on the door. The voices get louder and closer and Nash holds up three fingers, counting down to one.

On the last finger he kicks the door and sprays bullets across the room. I cover my ears and Nash grabs my arm again, pulling me towards the elevator.