spies undercover || larry **discontinued**

Chapter 1

It was 9:30pm, pitch black outside as it was December and deep into winter. Harry remained tranquil while resting on his leather sofa, he was in grey, thin tracksuit bottoms which revealed the shadows and structure of everything underneath.

He was a quite reckless and lazy man, knowing that he didn't have time for relationships - he didn't bother to invest in them. Instead, he spent his time fulfilling his sexual desires by inviting prostitutes over - of course economic factors wasn't a dilemma for Harry Styles. Harry Styles was (lowkey) one of the richest young males in his area, he lived in the suburbs on the outskirts of his posh city where nobody would disturb him.

Ding-dong. His bell went off a couple of times, he could hear a couple of giggles outside and he raised to his feet - the large sausage like structure underneath his grey tracksuit bottoms dangled, it continued to display huge movements as he walked to the door.

He smirked as he opened the door, two women with long, obsidian jackets - gorgeous, both blonde but one had green eyes and the other had blue; Harry guessed that the pair of women were twins, supposedly - he saw them staring down at his grey tracksuit bottoms while smirking and he welcomed them inside. He shut the down, locking it with his key while letting out the words - "Well, let's get down to business shall we..?"

One of the women pushed him back onto the sofa and began to unveil her ebony coat, underneath she had a bra and some tight thongs which made Harry's c.ock harden and point towards the ceiling in excitement. The other attractive female with green eyes was in her bag, maybe getting out some lube for something else, Harry didn't focus too much as he was suddenly getting his grey tracksuit bottoms pulled down slowly.

The chick on Harry was seductively palming her hands onto his huge member, Harry groaned in satisfaction. The chick began to unveil the huge member underneath his tracksuit bottoms, noticing he wasn't wearing any boxers. She smirked, placing her hand on his and leading him towards his bedroom.

She strutted down the living room, holding Harry's hand and whistling for her sister to come along. They both entered his bedroom and instantly taking off their panties and bras to sit on the bed on all fours.

Harry smirked, going onto the bed and placing a condom onto his awkwardly large member. He lined it up against the first chick's arse - slowly entering while a moan began to drip from the chick's lips. Once he was completely in, he began to thrust again and again - moans leaving both the chick and Harry's mouths.

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It was 10:39am. It was morning. Harry's eyes fluttered open, he woke up with the two women craddling next to him - he realised him and the prostitutes were naked, he shrugged, not caring one bit.

His iPhone 11 Pro, in complete jet-black, vibrated whole ringing on the wardrobe - his boss was calling. He cleared out his voice box, coughing a couple of times and then answered.

"Harry, me and the agency have some important news for you." His boss, Phil Zuckerberg said over the phone. Phil Zuckerberg was the boss of Harry's spy organisation, he was the creator of Facebook and he is the undercover director of the London Spy Organisation.

Harris hmmed in response, interested. One of the chicks stirred underneath him while waking up, he grabbed the chick's mouth while pressing firmly to motion her to shut up.

"Well, we are going to be asking you to move to Miami for awhile because we are asking you to work with one of our spies, his name is.. you've probably heard of him - Louis Tomlinson."

Harry shrugged, he heard the boy's name before but he thought nothing of this information. The chick stared, confused - she moved out of the bed and began to rush into her clothes. She gently shook her sister's shoulders and as she woke up, she gave a gesture for her to be as quiet as possible.

"Alright.. when am I moving.. though?" Harry was interrupted during his speech as he received a kiss on the cheek from the pair of the chicks. He watched them exit the bedroom, hearing the front door shut behind them.

"You'll be moving this afternoon, so be prepared because we will have a private jet waiting for you on the balcony of your apartment." Phil informed Harry, putting emphasis on each word to make sure that he understood.

Harry murmured the words "okay" and "I'll see you later" after ending the phone. He rubbed his eyes, getting out of bed - not caring that he was naked at all and locked the door.

Harry returned back to his bedroom, putting on a pair of Calvin Klein underwear and then choosing a pair of black shorts to wear on top. He, then remembered, that he had to cancel a prostitution session he had upcoming for the night as he was moving to Miami. He texted, informing them it was cancelled but still offering the payment anyway.

He jumped onto his couch, staring into space and thinking about this weird boy called 'Louis Tomlinson' - he wondered what working with another agent would be like as he had been working with himself for years. He, then displayed careless attitude again, shrugging and grabbing his television remote while pressing "open" on the TV. He began to search through the channels on what he could watch, he started to watch a movie.

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it stops here xo.

ill be updating my other books soon dww!! and louis will be in chap 3/4.