Coffee Cups (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Eight

Andrea Palestine
                         -11.23am-

   I looked around the crowd, a good twenty minutes before I found the right guy. A tall, young man with long hair and tattooes quite prominent on his arms. I noticed he had emerald eyes. Zayn was his name, thats what Liam had told me. Zayn Malik.

        He is a trusted friend of mine, Zayn. He doesnt know anything and its better that way. He will just drop you off and make sure you are safe. He is quite a tall boy, your age. And tattooes, lots of them, so you can easily identify him for tattooes are not quite popular there.

        He eyed me up and down, before walking upto me carefully, long strides.

         "You must be Zayn Malik?" I spoke sending him a polite smile.

          "Melissa George." He nodded sternly, taking my bags in his hands before guiding me to a car.

        "So you live here in Italy?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. Liam hadnt warned me not to, so I guess it wouldnt hurt.

          "I just came here." He answered grimly, without making any eye contact. He seemed very aggressive. I know I shouldnt be judging, but its just a default intuition.

       "Its a nice place. Never been here. And I have always wanted to visit Rome. Its a beautiful place." I said, matter of factly, while he just reluctantly nodded his head.

         "Liam told me you guys are really good friends. How did you two meet?"

        "College."

"You dont talk much, do you?"

         "It gets a bit irritating." He told, plainly.

"I get your not comfortable with talking to new people. It must be strange to just come and pick a stranger just because your friend told you to. How dont you find that strange?"

        "I didnt really tell you something of that sort now, did I, Andrea?"

       "No, you di- did you just call me Andrea?" I clearly remember introducing myself as Melissa. Or did Liam actually tell him about me, as in Andrea? He just called me Melissa didnt he.

       "Did I?" He mocked, frowning at me animatedly.

       "You did. Well, it doesnt really matter. What do you do Zayn?"

         "Do you know how to drive?"

"What?"

        "Drive. Do you know how to drive a car?"

           "No. I have never driven a car."

"Weird. I bet Melissa knew how to. The guy is blind anyway, so you will supposesly be his personal driver of sorts."

       "He doesnt know anything and its better that way."

       It all happened pretty fast, and before I knew what happened, Zayn groaned in pain and harshly pushed me into the car. I must have punched him, I dont know why I dont remember, but I just dont. I didnt move. I couldnt move, not a single muscle. Its just then that I realised I was sat behind the wheel, my seatbelt already tended to. Zayn too, was all buckled up next to me in the passenger seat.

       "You just have to steer. Its automatic" he mused, calmly looking through the files Jeremy had given me.

        "Hey! You are no-"

"Go!" The car somehow automatically started, speeding carelessly out of the airport. I thought steering wasnt as big a deal, but I could hardly keep up with everything, from what was actually happening to what was going on on the road. I had completely lost control. "Cant this thing slow down! I am going to kill someone Zayn!" I screamed, relentlessly turning the wheel. I was absolutely panicked. I knew whatever I had come to do here was dangerous and badass and though I liked the idea of it, I was already terriefied. I didnt want to die so soon.

   "Harry. My name is Harry Styles."

"Wait. What?" The car stopped, more like crashed, sending the two of us forward. It had hit a tree! Almost..

         "Watch where you are going!" An old man scolded, frowning at us before walking away.

       "You are Harry. Harry Styles. But arent you-"

     "An assassin? Is that what Liam told?" He chuckled getting off the car. Is it not true? "We need to work on your driving skills. You cant even steer properly Andrea. And you just killed my car! Get off."

       "You mean your not an assassin. You worked for Damon, didnt you?"

      "Get off the car before it burns down, will you?" He snapped. I swiftly jumped out, walking away from the wrecked car, far away.

        "You are going to need to pay for that." He informed, walking upto me with a grim smirk.

       "What?" I asked.

"I am Jillian. Jillian Josephs. Zayn sent me to pick you up. Not exactly Zayn but yeah."

       "So you are not Harry Styles?"

"If I were Harry Styles you had be dead."

       "And how exactly am I supposed to believe you? You lied about being Harry styles. Now I dont even know if thats a lie. You are not Zayn. But you might be. Or you could just be one of Damon's men seeking to kill me."

         "Didnt you hear. Someone murdered Damon."

        "I dont even know how that is going to change things."

      "Well its just going to make your job much more difficult cause everyone suspects your father to have killed him. They are searching for him and also for you."

         "Who is searching for me?"

"The governement. Harry Styles, to be more precise."