I woke up in the familiar bed and breathed in deeply, smiling. I heard the sounds of the stove running and sizzling. Soon, the smell of pancakes filled my senses.
I slipped my silk robe on and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, he was cooking pancakes, humming to himself. He isn't wearing a shirt with his shorts hanging low on his hips. I tiptoed over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, kissing the freckles that sprinkle across his shoulders. A little, silent snicker came from him in response.
"Good morning." His husky voice says. I pull my pistol out of my robe pocket and place it over the back of his head.
"Goodbye." I responded and pulled the trigger.
***
My heels clicked as I walked down the hall to my Boss' office.
"You called me?" I questioned confidently.
"Ah, yes, sit Agent B." I laughed lightly.
"You can just call me Blare, you know?"
"No." He spoke sternly. I shut up.
"Now, I have a mission for you. -"
"I just got done with one. You said I got a week long break!"
"Listen, this man has done no good and has stollen thousands of dollars from our closest allies. Apart of being allies, we have to make it our job that this man is killed. His name is Harry Styles. He is very handsome and manipulative. He is very clever and will find out what you are doing long before you realize. You must put together a foolproof plan to make him fall in love-"
"Fall in love?!" I squeaked. I can't make a handsome thief love me!
"Yes, make him fall in love with you and no matter how hard it is, do not fall in love with him."
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Styles' Killer
FanfictionSome people ask if I regret getting into my career? No. Another question I'm always asked is do I regret killing him? Yes. I am an agent. Not any agent. I am an agent that works for a company that sends people to finish other's dirty work. And abou...
