Annie's Hitman (Harry Styles)

One Shot

Harry's POV:

Annie Weston. 20 years of age, does not know her parents, and was raised in an Orphanage over at Queens. Best part is she shared a dorm with a girl on many bastard’s hit-list  and happens to be Daniel’s precious little daughter. Though she does not know me, and I doubt she remembers her father that practically shipped her here like a package.

Of course he had a good reason to do such thing. Many of his enemies used Rose as a threat when she was only a year old, and the old man couldn’t risk losing his daughter. With that, he gave her away to an American family returning to New England and she became Hazel Nelson.

 From what I saw Annie is innocent and nothing like others I've tortured or killed that had a reason.It has only been two weeks and I’ve been perplexed on why I was even bothering with Annie.

Though I'm more than positive Pope was not telling me something, and he has no reason to tell me why to kill anyone he wants dead. I've stayed on campus and followed her around till I finally decided to go with the plan instead of stalking a girl who did nothing else other than Homework in an old cafe, sleep, and shop. I have three months and if she’s not dead by than, I most likely will be for either giving pope a bad reputation or for thinking I knew more than the person who wants her dead.

I slammed her file  shut, and rested my hand on my head before it ran through my hair and pulled it back. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and changed from my sinking sweats to some skinny jeans and a shirt. I was almost disappointed about not being able to wear my blazer that rested there on a  hanger.in my closet, waiting for me. I only grinned. It was warm outside,there was no point, and I had to “fit in”.

I drove my car over to the place that Annie almost always went to after school; some old cafe where she would always order a frappuccino and some pie, sit close by the window and work on whatever home work she had.  I sigh and sit back, turning off the car and just watch her. To be honest I could not think of anything more boring than this.

She never leaves at night, only talks to friends when she's not doing homework, and sits in her dorm all night as I assume. To think about it, it is quite odd how different she is.
My head began to ach due to over thinking of some useless case. No more questions, no more anything. I was not gonna risk my life for some girl I don't even know and I'm sure pope had his own reasons that I do not care for. I had to do my job and its only years till I can quit. I started my car again and sighed, heading to the pub instead where I know I would find Jake or one of Pope's other Muppets. Tomorrow is a big day.

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The sound of my alarm had me wondering which was worst; The sound of Hazel and her boyfriend moaning or the sound of its stupid loud buzzing.

 I crawled out of bed at 6:00 A.M and went on with my routine of using the bathroom first, putting on a blue flowwy dress.

 It was not windy outside and it covered me well down to my knees. It is one of my favorites, and today I have a big presentation over Ancient Egypt so I thought of maybe dressing up a bit more. Skipping breakfast, I headed to the cafe and ordered a Mocha, walking  to school as an exercise. A very short exercise, but whatever.

 I am always walking and there really was no time for working out. I wish college was as fun as it sounds and looks. Well maybe I just make it that way. It was a "have fun" or "get a good life" type of thing. You can only really have fun till the day you hit puberty and everyone scares you about sex.

 I sighed and took notes through out the entire hour and a half of Physics. Not like that helped me much, but Professor Smith sometimes lets us use our notes on tests and taking notes is a bad-good habit of mine. I was barely paying attention since all I can think about was Egypt and that big speech I had after lunch, passing notes back and forth to Sam. I have to make sure its perfect. History was one of my favorite subjects yet I always failed at it. Ever since college that was not acceptable, unless I wanted to become a bad doctor, cause History apparently plays a big part in saving sick and injured people.

" So you're coming?" Sam nudged my shoulder as we both walked to the cafeteria for some odd reason. He never eats here, I don't even think he eats lunch to begin with. I looked up at him and gave him the " I'm sorry" face as I stood against the door, watching him give me a death glare. "You don't even have to stay long I promise!! I'm asking you out to dinner..with two other people! not a strip club, Annie." Sam threw his hands up a bit and back down to his sides, making me laugh and blush thinking about it again. I usually never leave my dorm past 8, but it would be rude if I don't go. It was just something I got used to at the orphanage. Every time I was late all hell broke loose and I'm grounded. But that was stupid I'm on my own now, I just needed to reschedule my homework.

" I'll be there, I promise. I'll see you there." I smiled a sweet smile at him, leaning up to leave a kiss on his cheek, not bothering to tell him that his cheek shined slightly from my gloss. He returned the smile, and walked away from me to the exit of the building. "See you then, babe!"

Babe?.. I sighed to myself and smiled as I turned around, walking into the cafeteria only for someone else's drink to hit and fall all over me. I gasped and jumped back as the cold coke soaked my favorite blue dress and dripped down to my legs. People stopped and looked at me, silly smiles upon their faces as I looked up, more and more till my eyes met a pair of green ones. Damn he was tall, and my heart nearly stopped for a moment. "Oh god Love I'm so sorry!" The guy apologized as he put his sandwich down, the only thing in his hand now, trying to do something but awkwardly standing in front of me instead letting out a small forced chuckle nervously.

I took deep breaths smoothing my hands down my dress to try to let any liquid drip down for my dress to dry faster. "Its fine its okay whatever" I smiled at him a bit and mumbled stepping back and looking down, heading out of the cafeteria, I needed a replacement quickly so id still have time to practice. Being the center of a attention really wasn't my thing.

"Uh no no I'm sorry let me make it up to you!" His British accent was so clear over all of the voices, and he was suddenly in front of me, with a small smile curving his lips showing one of his dimples. I parted my lips to speak again but he stopped me, "Let me buy you a new dress! some lunch too?.. I'm Alfie " He pushed back his glasses and brought his hand out towards me to shake.

British voice, green eyes.. I've never even seen him before.. Maybe a transfer student..thoughts were jumbled in my head, snapping out of it to shake his hand. "Uh.." Was all I could stutter out.

 "Nice to meet you Uh. Your parents must be creative" He chuckled as he pulled his hand away and I forced a chuckle, raising and dropping my brows, holding the sides of my dress as he looked down at the stain, the entire middle portion of my dress soaked. " we should hurry before you get wet too." He moved out of the way and led me to the exit, an innocent smile plastered on his face even after what he just said. He walked slowly and stopped to look back at me when he noticed I did not follow. I hesitated for a moment, but let out a sigh knowing I can not present a damn presentation in a wet dress and spend the rest of my day in it. " My name is Annie not Uh, silly." I rolled my eyes playfully at him and he chuckled, waiting for me to catch up before he walked with me. Stranger danger blah blah. He's a cute stranger offering me lunch and a new dress.

Why not?..

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