Animal I have become (Harry Styles)

Chapter three

Harry's POV

Today was the so called big day. Me and Chris have stayed up until one in the morning the previous night to make sure everything would go as planned. Things couldn't possibly go wrong, they just couldn't.  I just hoped that I wouldn't hurt the guys I was supposed to "kill". I haven't had much sleep and I had to admit that I was nervous, really, really nervous. I was hearing mine and Chris' conversation all over again in my head, and it started to give me a headache.

-Flashback-

"When do I start?"

"Tomorrow." he said looking me in the eyes as if waiting for me to give up.

"Okay."

"Okay?" my boss asked confused, not really believing that I was ready for this so soon. He really liked to undestimate me, didn't he?

"Yes, okay. I don't really have anything to lose." 

"Yeah, beside your life."

"Come on, Chris. Have a little faith. You know me, do you really think I would let myself get killed so easily? I'm better than that." I said not looking at him anymore. Instead, I just glued my eyes to the painting hanging on the wall behind Chris. It was a gift from my mother for my tenth anniversary, a painting of a black rose in a field full of white daisies. Mom used to tell me that the flowers were actually people. That a lot of people are good, but there are also bad people, that just complete the world. She said that if there was no danger, we wouldn't know to appreciate the safety, that you can't know the light if you haven't lived in the darkness. Of course I didn't pay much attention back then, nor did I try to understand the painting. I just liked it, I enjoyed looking at it, and that was all.

"You are, but she isn't." Chris said making me come back to reality. "Don't you ever think that she will hesitate to get you killed if she suspects anything.  She definitely isn't playing. To be sure you aren't in danger we made sure she can't find anything about you. If you're asking, we just deleted from our computers pretty much everything about you. You never worked here. Your parents were not too rich, not too poor and used to work as chefs in a restaurant in London. Restaurant, London. Got it? Okay, don't you forget that. Here, take this," Chris said handing me about five documents. "Here is all you're supposed to know."

"Okay. Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are we such in a hurry?" I asked being curious about why we had to rush things. Sighing, he answered my question.

"In about four months there is going to be a cocaine trade."

"How do you know that? And how did we find out so soon? There are still four more months."

"We have our insiders, like I've already told you. They're going to transport 7 fucking tons of cocaine,worth $250 million. It's one of the largest drug bust in years. That, my pal, is why we are in a hurry." 

"Fuck. that's a lot, Chris. A fucking lot." I said getting concerned. "What if I can't gain her trust?"

"You will. I trust you, we all trust you. But please, please, don't let your guard down for-"

"I know, okay? I know. I'll be careful." I said sighing. "I still have one question."

"Yeah?"

"How the hell would I explain why I have a gun with me?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. She'll give you one. Alexander did the same with Tobias." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.