Mr Styles 007

chapter 6

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“Zayn, I need to talk to you” Harry murmured pulling the raven haired lad towards him.

“Sup?”

Harry stared at the man, hoping his friend would get the hint.

Zayn nodded and followed the agent to the cleaner’s closet far from where they were. Once inside, Zayn crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow at Harry.

“I need you to keep this a secret from everyone-”

“Even Liam! Can I trust you mate?” Harry in hushed tones.

Zayn nodded hesitantly, “This better be good Harry.”

"I want you to promise me you’re not going to tell anyone.”

“I want you to promise me mate!” Harry repeated again sounding desperate.

"Who am I going to tell Harry, I’m just a house husband remember!” joked Zayn.

Harry chuckled, “love, you were never a house husband.”

Zayn playfully punched his best friend on his chest, “Do you want my help or not?”

Harry nodded and handed Zayn his phone. The man eyed the item confusedly.

“Make a trace of my phone to the message I sent to Niall anywhere between the last time it was sent and around the time the infiltrator was in the building.”

Zayn stared at me in disbelief, “Sorry mate I can’t do that!” he replied angrily.

“Zayn, please! I need you to check where Niall was exactly when the building was infiltrated” Harry explained softly.

Zayn shot a glare at Harry, “That is your bloody husband mate! Niall is my mate too. You’re bloody backstabbing your own husband!”   

Harry nodded sadly.

“Make sure Liam doesn’t know anything about this.”

In a split second, the pair walked out from the cleaner’s closet and entered Zayn’s temporary working space. Harry watched as Zayn typed Harry and Niall’s personal phone number on the computer. A string of numbers begun raining down the screen and in moments time the screen listed down all the numbers, names and locations of the people in the phone.

Zayn pointed to the screen, “Well, we got the signal from where you sent Niall the message, its“ Zayn pointed to Harry’s house on the map, “right as you were. tucked warmly on your couch watching reruns of Masterchef.”