SCREEN | Harry Styles ((DISCONTINUED))

6. You Again?

It was my birthday a few days ago (06/17) and let's just say that I was bruised up on the age of fifteen. Going to the bump-cars TWICE is never okay.

P.S. DON'T WEAR A RING WHILST GOING ONTO THE MONKEY-BAR. UNLESS YOU WANT A BRUISED RING-FINGER THEN, SURE! you have my consent.

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Boy - Little Mix

"Fuck; this is huge," Liam cursed behind Edward's back. They had already arrived at the headquarters of Jedd Ronalds, and it was no lie that even on the map you can see it's grey square sized building. Edward scanned the area as he squinted his eyes to make it clearer.

His eyes were quick like lightning, darting from one guard to another. "One, two, three.." he muttered under his breath, counting each and every one that guarded the building.

Liam watched his best-friend count, looking up to examine the heavily weaponed guards. "How many are there?" he asks. "Six," Edward replied. "But we can take them down." Edward felt confident - not the type that he knows that everything would fall in order, but more of the type that he has hope. Liam patted his shoulders gently, "I trust you man. Come on boss, lead us the way."

Edward lets out a smirk before getting up and assigning his men to the plan.

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Edward leaned forward, shooting the man right in the face; blood splattering over his clothes. "Shit Ed, a bit gory don't ya' think?" Liam commented, pulling on a disgusted face as he eyed the man which now had no face of some sort.

But he didn't care of what happened to the man, he didn't stop to think whether the man had a family to feed nor a life of some sort. All he knew was that he had a job that needed to be done, and he can't help but focus on the job more than anything.

Stepping over the man, he walked down the hall and shooting yet another man that ran out from the side of the hall in the face. Walking farther down the hall, adrenaline rushed through his veins. He came closer with each step towards the big white metal doors.

Pushing it open and aiming his gun - ready to shoot the next person his eyes lays on. It all seemed slow-motion, with each bullet he shot at the next man to another. But the shooting spree stopped when his eyes laid on the familiar face that he had thought he'd never see again.

The woman with the ginger hair looked around in horror, just watching the blood ooze out of each dead man's body. She looked up to meet eyes with the killer; her eyes filling with not only tears, but fear was evident.

"Shit she looks like-" Liam spoke before he was cut off by a knife thrown out of nowhere, the sharp blade nearly plunging into the head of Edward. It seemed more like a warning sign, like it was purposely thrown at him - not truly missing but almost to the point where he could've died.

Liam eyes widen as he takes a step back, turning around to examine the knife that seemed to be stuck to the wall almost permanently. A cursive letter LT was engraved at the side of the blade and just by seeing the familiar initials, he knew exactly who it was. "Well what a pleasant surprise to see you Edward, my dear ol' friend."

Edward looked up to the second level of the room. There stood behind the railings, wearing a black t-shirt that hugged his body figure nicely and his many of tattoos showed from under the sleeves. The brown hair that was tousled around and the knives that clung onto the belt, that hung loosely on the boy's waist.

"Louis Tomlinson," Edward muttered under his breath. His eyes almost twitching, examining Louis' sharp cheekbones as sharp as his knives. "Fancy seeing you here." Louis humoured. But Edward didn't laugh nor cracked a smile.