My Hit-Man *Harry Styles*

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It's been three years since my mom died in a car accident. I feel good now, but my life lacks the excitement I need. I'm 19 years old and I still live with my father.

After twenty minutes of laying in bed, I finally decide to get up. Today, I was starting my job as a lifeguard. I guess I'm kind of excited. I'm just thankful I don't sunburn easily. I choose to just throw my dark wavy hair into a bun. I was too lazy to actually try, so I threw on sweats and a t-shirt over my red one-piece.

It's safe to say I was a little nervous by the time I got to the beach. I kept thinking about unrealistic shark scenarios. I blame my overactive imagination. It was only nine o'clock in the morning so, lucky for me, there weren't many people. Probably just a couple of men surfing who had nothing better to do with their lives. I loved the way the beach looked like this. It looked untouched. I got into my chair pretty easily because, thankfully, I'm not totally short.

The day went by pretty fast. I didn't have to go into the water all which means I didn't have to take a shower right away when I got home. I like to take super long showers. I walk dogs every evening, so I'll probably have to start taking quick showers when I get home which I'm not very happy about.

When I got home, I took off the swimsuit and put on leggings and a hoodie. I kept it safe by keeping my hair in a bun. Sometimes, I really just think about chopping it all off. I absolutely loathe when I have to wash it and I'm always in too much of a hurry to properly fix it. Although, my dad would probably kill me if I cut it. My hair is exactly like my mom's.

I leave the house and start walking to each house I walk dogs for. They pay pretty well. My dad and I live in a large house. We're not rich, but we're comfortable. The rest of the houses on this street are also big because they have big families which usually means they have pets. I walk 5 dogs which would usually be challenging, but they've really warmed up to me in the past few months. It's nice to walk them because my dad would never, in a million freaking years, let me have a dog.

After an hour of playing at the park, I decide it's time to bring them back to their owners. The clouds are especially ugly today. I could tell it was probably going to rain soon. My street was probably a five minute walk away. It started to sprinkle, but it wasn't bad at all. My day was actually going pretty good up until I forgot the one of the dogs hated the rain. This evil thing's name was Sparkles. I mean who the hell names their satan-like pomeranian Sparkles. It's almost humorous. She managed to loosen from my grip which resulted in her running away. I think she does this to me on purpose. Just as I'm about to start panicking, someone picks her up. He is undeniably attractive. He was tall and had these brown curls I desperately wanted to run my fingers through.

I hadn't realized he was walking up to me. He brought the end of her leash to me which snapped me out of my daze. I saw him slightly smirk. Great, now this gorgeous man knows I was staring at him. Why do I continuously find ways to embarrass myself? I grabbed her leash from him. I was mesmerized by his vibrant green eyes.

"Thank you. I probably would've gotten into a lot of trouble for losing her."

He just looked at me with a blank look on his face. He was one of those people where you can't tell what they're thinking. I hate that.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but just nodded and walked away. Well there goes my chance.

Harry POV

I've done many bad things for only being twenty-three. I am a high profiled hit-man. Dangerous. People have yet to connect my name and face to the killings. They only know it's the same person because I drop a card on every body. The only thing on it is "-H".

I've watched her every evening while she's walking. She looks so pure. Innocent. The exact opposite of me.

She is incredibly beautiful.

I've walked the same path she takes and at the same time as her for a couple weeks now. I feel a pull to her. I feel a need to protect her. I always try to talk to her, but I can never gather the courage.

Today, the clouds were grey and the air smelled like rain. I walked out of my apartment five minutes before the time she usually gets to the park. I always sit on the bench on the complete opposite of the park from her. She looks so carefree when she plays with the dogs. I can't remember a time I ever felt or looked like that. I noticed her look up at the sky. She frowned as she gathered the leashes and started to walk her usual way home. Once she leaves, I always walk a different path that would inevitably circle back to her.

Today was different. As I saw her again, she looked stressed. I saw one of the dogs running towards my direction. I never feel the need to help people, but like I said, today was different. I picked up the dog just as she was about to run past me. I was nervous walking towards her. When I approached her, I took notice to her staring. I smirked because this seems to happen a lot.

I held out the leash which she seemed to notice. She smiled as she slowly grabbed the leash from me. Her hands looked soft and fragile.

People never really thank me for anything, so I was taken back when she did. Her voice was soft and delicate. I couldn't seem to form words. The only thing I could do was nod and my feet took me away.

As I walked home, she was all I could think about. Details of her face were burned into my brain. Undeniably beautiful.

It never fully rained. It only sprinkled for a bit.

It was dark by the time I walked back to my apartment. Over time, the job pays extremely well. My apartment was quite remarkable, but it became lonely over time. I sent a text to my best friend, Louis, telling him we needed to talk the next day.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought only of her.

**Author's Note**

This is my first time writing in a while, so I hope you guys enjoy it.