Direct {Harry Styles}

29

10 days later

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Niall pov

I watch Lola as she does her makeup in the mirror. I see her glance back at me every once in a while and I blush every time. She's absolutely gorgeous. Her pink hair is starting to fade and it's turning into a bright blonde like Perrie's.

"Your pinks fading," I acknowledge her hair.

"Yeah I know," she frowns and I want to kiss it away. "I think I want to dye it lilac this time, my friend has some dye he'll let me borrow," she says with a smile.

"You have friends?" I gasp and she laughs at me. She drops the black stick and stalks over to me, straddling my waist.

"You know Michael Clifford," she says kissing up my neck.

"Michael died his hair lilac?" I question loudly and she laughs along.

"You know we should have dinner over at my brothers house. I miss him a lot and I know you guys don't get along in the best terms, but it would mean a lot to me," she smiles and pecks my lips.

"Lola, babe, I'm pretty sure that if I show up at his door step, I'll be shot to death. I mean I love you, but I don't want to stop loving you, and that means I need to stay alive," She kisses my nose with a laugh and climbs off me.

I walk into the bath room and brush my teeth. My leg is perfectly fine except for the scar on my calf. I'm walking normally and it doesn't even faze me. "Babe," I hear Lola speak softly from the door.

I spit into the sink and splash some water on my face, "yeah?"

"When are you going to tell Harry about me?"

I freeze for a second, but quickly catch myself, "what's there to tell?"

"That he has an assassin in his house. An assassin who kills people like him. That I'm the sister of his enemy."

"Step-sister," I correct her and she roles her eyes.

"That's not the fucking point Niall, the fucking point is that you're lying to Harry and I don't want to be killed in my sleep when he finds out!" She yells at me and I almost lose my temper. I don't want to be like the rest of them. I don't want to abuse Lola like the boys do to their girls.

"I highly doubt anyone can kill you, even when you're sleeping," I say nonchalantly. I hear a knife hit the wall by my head and I laugh, "aw how sweet you missed on purpose."

She flips me off and I pull her body into mine, "babe you don't need to worry, I trust you. If you were going to kill someone, you would have done it by now. You've been here for over a month."

"Then when are you going to take me to dinner?" She asks hopefully into my chest.

"Soon."

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Conner pov

"Can you at least tell me when you're planning on getting her?" I ask for the 20th time. I turns in circles in the office chair in front of Harry's. I've been asking questions since we found out 10 days ago and the last four times I've asked, He hit me up the head.

"No, why do you care?"

"Because all anybody in this house can talk about is how much they miss her, or how hot she was, or how scared she was when she left," I say, continuing to spin in the chair.