Harry Styles Imagines

(37) - the muscle and the brain

the muscle and the brain part 2

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"I don't think I comprehend.", she gave her best to push his hand away without making him mad.

"Weird you don't, Olivia.", Thomas forcefully pushed another button. The painting went back from where it came from and metallic doors appeared in front of the wooden ones.

"What?", she confusingly said.

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"You really thought I'm a fool? You're here with that guy to kill me.", Thomas took her arms and pushed her body on the couch. Olivia groaned in pain and positioned her own hands on his arms, trying to push him away.

"Are you out of your mind?", she said through gritted teeth, making him laugh and press more. That's when she heard a click and at first she wasn't sure where it came from. Then she realized it was the thin belt around her waist.

One weapon was ready.

Quickly gathering all her strength, Olivia pushed him again and this time he was on his back.
She quickly grabbed whatever weapon was free and looked at it.

"Pepper spray? Oh, Harry.", she muttered, yet quickly pointed the tiny bottle towards him and let the gas free in front of his eyes.

Thomas screamed in pain and rubbed his eyes with his fists, an action that made them burn even more.

"You mad woman!", he shouted.

"I'm mad, yes, but don't call me woman.", Olivia threw a punch on his cheek and quickly stood up and tried to find the remote he held. She wanted to escape; kill him another time.

"Where the hell did he leave it.", she muttered and then with an excited grin grabbed it from the couch.

Thomas was not laying on the couch anymore.

She quickly turned around and searched for him, but before she could check behind her, her head started aching and her body fell like stone on the ground.

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"Sir, you cannot get in.", a guard stopped Harry from walking in the corridor Olivia and Thomas walked in.

"My wife is in there. Pandora. For the painting-"

"Sir, the affairs are held by two people only. We do not allow-", Harry quickly pulled put a tiny weapon, that looked like a bee and pressed it against his stomach for a couple of seconds.

The man's pupils dilated and then his eyes blinked normally again.

"Follow me.", he said in a robotic voice and Harry happily did as requested.

They walked in the corridor and noticed all the guards dressed in black were armed.

"Hey Steve, you cannot get in.", a security guard stopped the one with Harry.

"Boss' orders. He wanted me to send him here.", the man's eyes widened, knowing that the paintings were the most desired prize Thomas owned.

"Steve, mate-"

"Boss' orders, Meg.", the security guard nodded and pressed a green button, that allowed the metal doors to open again and then another pair of doors showed. Meg pressed a red button and the room was revealed.

"There you go, Owen."

"Thanks, Steve. It was nice to collaborate with you. ", Harry grinned and stepped in the room.

The doors shut once again. But then he noticed the blonde man and his supposed wife on the ground.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

And his ears.

Moans, grunts and the sound of skin slapping together.

Before even thinking, Harry took the gun from his belt and shot the man's back.

The man's back straightened at the feeling of the bullet in his flesh and suddenly he fell on top of his girl.

With shaking hands, Harry reached Thomas and forcefully pushed him away. He noticed that in fact what he thought happened, had happened indeed.

He took Olivia's body in his arms an looked at it for any bruises or blood in any areas. Luckily, she looked like she had before, just without a piece of clothing.

Harry noticed that her underwear was somewhere else and that the man's was missing as well.
The man started crying. It didn't matter if he was Owen Williams or Harry Styles, but he cried for Olivia or Pandora.

He cried for leaving her alone, for the stupid weapons and her trust.

Thomas was dead — as planned, but his lover was still breathing but hurt.

It killed him, but then her eyes slowly opened. The most breathtaking sight.

"Hey, darling.", he said in a small, careful voice. "Look there's my baby girl. You're doing so well, keep your eyes open baby, we'll go home in a minute.", the tone in his voice still the same, soft one.

"Really?", the man nodded at her response and smiled.

After that, Harry took all the money that Thomas had stored and broke all the paintings he had found. Their exit was not that pleasant, but people were quite happy to receive the money from their 'boss'.

"From Thomas? Really?", Harry nodded and handed him another stack of money.

"Yeah, man. He felt generous today."

"Thanks, Owen."

"No worries."

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Published the 29th of May 2020.