spies undercover || larry **discontinued**

Chapter 2

4:30pm.

It was winter. Deep into winter but for some reason, the sun was out - beaming a ray into Harry's window. There was still frost outside though. An icy layer rested upon the windows of the car park in the apartment parking space.

In the meanwhile, 9 suitcases were packed in Harry's living room - he had finally finished, finished preparing his journey to Miami to work with agent, Louis Tomlinson. He was excited, but butterflies in his stomach churned in anxiousness. He had never worked with another agent before, this was all new to Harry.

Harry was dressed quite formally, for once. He was dressed in a well-maintained, raven tuxedo with a sleek, gray tie and an alabaster shirt. He wore trousers which were especially tight around the crotch area, it showed off his huge member - which he was wishing to do in Miami as it was filled with lots of girls who he could have fun with. Harry wasn't thinking about the seriousness of the move to Miami, he was just thinking about how much fun he could have.

Harry tapped his formal shoes against the carpet of his apartment while scrolling down the Instagram explore page. Then, he heard a knock on the door. He guessed it was Phil and secruity, which he was correct and he unlocked the door.

Harry greeted Phil, handshaking him with a smile and Phil did so back. Harry held onto one of his suitcases while the 3 secruity guards went into his apartment to collect the rest of the suitcases. Harry headed towards the balcony of the flat where his private jet awaited him, he used the elevator while waiting to reach the top of the flat while waiting he began to block all the numbers of the females that he invited over when he was sexually frustrated, he could care less about them now he'll be meeting others in Miami.

Phil inquired, "How are you feeling about renovating to Miami?" Phil checked his watch after, 5:24pm.

"I'm extremely excited if I'm being honest, however this feels like my brain is semi-conscious and I'm just dreaming," He chuckled slightly and Phil let out a small laugh too.

"Oh yeah, the lad we'll be working with is an attractive, youngen so please keep your desires to yourself." Phil smirked. Harry looked confused.. a thought ran through his head - Male? Attractive? I'm not gay, neither is Phil.. I'm so confused.

Harry shook his head left and right a couple of times, not thinking much of it - the elevator dinged as they reached the balcony. As the doors of the elevator revealed the private jet, a gush of wind hit Phil, Harry and the secruity guards' faces - Harry rushed to the private jet staircase and walked inside.

Harry took off his shoes and jumped into his bed in the private jet, he was used to going in this private jet as he had to travel all over the world. He placed his black blazer onto the side of the bed and unzipped his trousers, leaving on his shirt and his calvin klein boxers.

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6:30pm.

2 hours. 2 hours since Harry had left the small, cramped apartment that he'd been staying at for over 2 years. No hard emotions came over Harry, not one tear. To be honest, it's like Harry didn't even care he was moving to Miami, Florida. It's like Harry didn't actually had a long thought about how far he was away from home. Moving away from the bone-gripping, freezing weather and murky, wolf-grey clouds of the United Kingdom to now be moving into the Magic City, the 305, the city that grew so much in one year decades ago which seemed like it grew due to magic. Harry didn't think about any of that, he was just thinking about the sexual pleasure that awaited him in Miami, Florida.

The jet continued to manoeuvre through the clouds, over the ocean. Meanwhile, Harry was scrolling through Instagram - checking out the timeline and liking the pictures of females that came across his eyes. He grinned, knowing that he had dealt with most of these females in the past. But, that's being left behind now. 

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9:30pm.

Bright, neon lights shining from every direction. Elephantine, magnificent skyscrapers blinking slight twinkles at Harry's jet. The distant reverbs of the pop music coming from bars boomed from every direction. The jet began to lower, and the sensations became stronger. The moon glistened in the distance, it was approximately 9:30pm in Miami. Around this time, the city would be wide and awake. What a perfect time for Harry to land.

Sharply, the oak-haired man grabbed his sweatpants - dragging them up his legs and throwing on a white t-shirt. He noticed the jet had finally landed, after the long journey which felt to have dragged for days but only lasted a total of 3 hours. From the corner of his eyes, a leather jacket laid on the floor and he quickly zipped up the jacket - walking out the jet in his sliders.

The cacophonous noises of the plane seemed to overpower the voice of Phil Zuckerberg as he greeted Harry, congratulating him about his land into Miami. "Welcome to Miami, Styles." He gave a gentle nod to Harry.

Harry nodded back to his boss in respect. Then, him and the security guards led Harry to the condo that they were staying at for the year that Harry was staying in Miami. They walked down from the roof, going down some metal steps - in a room which seemed to be the upstairs factory room. This room seemed to continue for days, and days and the staircase seemed to go on for days and days and days. Harry's legs began to tire out, as he let out a short gasp asking how long away from the actual condo.

The boss seemed to ignore him, and Harry just continued to go down the stairs.

A brown wooden door finally appeared in the distance, excitement began to grow in Harry. This must be the condo, the words sprinted through Harry's forehead in excitement - he finally could lay down and relax, and finally get to go out sight-seeing in Miami. Phil took out a golden key, inserting it into the lock and twisting it a couple of times before the door opened. A bright light hit their faces, they walked in.

The condo was magnificent, the couches were as soft as a bear cub's fur. Transparent tables glistened in the distance as the footsteps of Harry's boots hit the wooden floor as he walked around in amazement. On the wall, a couple of pictures of a young boy who seemed to be posing next to his mother sat upon the wall. Next to the pictures, a flatscreen television laid there - looking as good as new and ready to be worn out for the rest of the year, well the rest of Harry's stay of course. Harry stared as the place looked like it hadn't even been utilised by its owners.

"This.. is beautiful Phil." Harry's eyes widened, switching directions as he was adoring every single aspect of the condo.

"Yes, Harry. We know." Phil rolled his eyes, chuckling at his worker - Phil looked at Harry as more like his son, rather than his worker. "So, Harry - we'll let you look around the condo and we'll let you enjoy your days in Miami as that's what you was wishing to do. And of course, you are young - so we'll let you enjoy yourself before we-"

Phil's words were instantly cut off by a feminine voice, which definitely did not come from a woman's mouth. It came from another man's mouth. Everybody's heads rotated to the stairs as a man with a robe on stood at the staircase.

"So who is this?" 

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oxoxo! the end! who do you think this mystery guest is?

i'll release the next chapter next week :D or somethin