Skyfall

Chapter 1 :Harry P.O.V

A James Bond inspired fanfiction 

A Zarry/Larry fanfiction

Chapter 1 

Harry P.O.V

“Zayn what the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed into my headset hoping I killed his eardrums. I watched his tracker on the screen skit away from his original destination. “Taking a short cut” I could hear him grinning through his words. God. He was an asshole.”Zayn! We need to catch this guy today! He’s got the fucking bomb! He’s going to blow up the place, or more or less. YOU!” I yelled pacing the length of the table in the center of the command room. I glanced up at the large screen where Zayns tracker was displayed. “Do you need back-up?” I asked in a softer ton. “God no Harry! You’ve asked me if I needed back up over 10 times this week! Now shut up I’m going to cut him off”

    I sighed; he was such a risk taker. And I hated him for it. He gave me fucking heart attacks every single mission we were assigned together. Its like he was programmed to not follow precise rules. I watched as his tracker blinked across the screen, he was right, I heard grunting on the other end, which meant that he had him. “I got him” I heard him say, panting and out of breath. I let out a huge sigh, like I was holding my breath the whole time. I heard him chuckle, instantly I snapped back to “professional” Harry and said, “report to head quarters, ASAP” and removed the head set. ‘Deep breath Harry”

     Walking down the dim hallway felt like forever. I could feel a bit of a presence   approaching me. Heels clicking against the cool concrete floor, getting louder and louder as seconds passed. I could make out a figure at the end of the hallway, “hey Harry” the figure said, it was just Cara. “Hey C” I said in a very monotone voice. “How’d the mission go? Did Zayn give you a stroke again?” she said chuckling. I just grinned a bit, scratching the back of my head, “yes, as usual. I’ll see you later today, going to get a coffee” “okay, see ya” she said with a smile. She turned on her heel and walked down the hall to the beat of a song playing inside her head. She always walked like that, due to the fact that she was a model in a past life, but she obviously wasn’t a famous one, or the agency wouldn’t have accepted her.     

             I slipped out into the cold London air, hugging my light coat closer to my long lanky body. The wind blew my curls in every which way as I awkwardly walked the few blocks to the nearest Starbucks.

    I reached the all too familiar coffee shop and ducking indie out of the cold. I approached the cashier, a shorter girl with a mess of curls piled on her head, and looked about 18. She looked up at my and smiled, but I just kept my eyes fixed on  the menu. “Um, I’ll take a grande mocha with no whipped cream” I never usually had a drink with so much sugar in it, but today I was feeling for something different. After I paid I scanned the room for a place to sit and wait. Then I suddenly saw the back of a familiar head, “Louis!” I practically yelled across the room. He turned around and waved me over. I walked over to him table located in a small corner of the coffee shop. He had his laptop set up looking at what looked like some new information from headquarters. “Hey Lou!  Haven’t seen you since last week.” He grinned sipping his tea “I was in Rome remember, some rich family was traveling and I was called in to, I guess you could say “bodyguard” which is a terrible term for what I am. Well I don’t like to be labeled, and I’m not sure why they couldn’t call in anyone who actually lived there, but I needed to get out of London anyway.” I chuckled, Louis could make anyone feel better in an instant and that’s what everyone liked about him. We chatted a bit, until I realized they have called for my drink more than twice. Louis and I walked out together towards the gray dead-looking building. Louis pulled his gray pea coat closer to his body while his laptop case hung on his shoulder. He looked older than he was, and more mature than he acted.

We walked in silence to the meeting we were having today, for some huge assignment that came all the way from Russia. We didn’t know what it expect but we could usually handle it.