Ivy Tomlinson thinks her brother Louis is dead after him and his gang vanished.
After traveling to America she gets word of a series of robberies that all link to The Venoms, Louis' gang.
Will she be spotted? Will she find her brother? Or will she g...
I've been driving around for hours, waiting for Ivy to get out of the police station; assuming she's even there.
She never responded to my text, so I took a wild guess and drove to the police station. I mean, that's where they take you after seeing a murder and robbery... right?
As I'm turning on the street where the police station is located, I see Ivy exiting the building.
"Fucking finally." I muttered as I slowed my speed down so she wouldn't see me.
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I started to carefully observe her, as she started walking down the street, phone in hand.
Hearing a notification go off on my phone, I pick it up seeing that she responded to my text.
"Zayn, find out what she is doing on her phone, she answered my text." I say, pressing down on my ear piece.
"Sending it Styles!" I hear in my ear.
Hearing another notification go off, I quickly shift my focus to my phone and off of Ivy.
Typing in my passcode, I log into the database Zayn made for this. He may be annoying, but he's smart as hell. I'll give him that.
"Alright Zayn, I'm in. What do I do now?" I sigh, hating to admit that I need help, but I have no fucking idea how to work this shit.
Taking a quick glance up making sure Ivy isn't that far ahead of me. I see her cross the street, which gave me permission to look back at my phone.
"Mate, it's a screen mirroring code. Don't press anything! What's on your screen is exactly what she has on hers." Zayn said sounding excited, he's such a fucking computer nerd.
I don't bother answering him, taking my finger off my ear pulling my focus back to Ivy walking a few meters ahead.
I glance back down at my phone to see that she's using Google Maps to find her way.
"Of-fucking-course you decide to walk home" I utter, clenching my hands around the wheel, knowing this is going to be a long ride.
Watching Ivy, she pays no attention to her surroundings when she should. First of all, she's a woman walking at night. Secondly, she doesn't even notice all the men staring at her. She's gonna make our job watching her so much more complicated than it needs to be.
Finally after 30 minutes, Ivy slowed her pace down as she turned the corner. I could see her shoulders shaking, she was cold. I should've given her a ride- wait no actually, I couldn't have. She's already making my life harder.
Watching her walk into the hotel lobby, I decided to drive around the block a few times in case anyone was watching.
A couple of minutes later, I parked in front of the coffee shop across the street.
'This place is quite close to the bank' I thought to myself.
I glance at my phone, seeing as she hasn't even used it in quite some time now, I look up at the building peering into all of the windows trying to find hers.
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As I'm looking, I see a figure show up in a window on the third floor.
It was her. She was looking down the street in just a towel.
"Fuck, she isn't that bad looking. Maybe with a few shots In and I could stand her." I say to myself, remembering the conversation I had with the boys about her.
Ivy shifted her gaze to my car looking at it for a few seconds before closing her curtain.
Shit.
A few seconds later I hear a voice in my ear, scaring the shit out of me after some time with peace and quiet.
"Oi Styles, she's texting her mom about you. I think she's got a little crush." I hear Niall tease, automatically catching my attention at the mention of her talking about me.
"Oh, fuck off." I muttered whilst quickly picking up my phone to watch the texts come on my screen.
"Niall, you dumbass, this isn't good! She knows who I am and what I look like now!" I say tight lipped, getting annoyed that he doesn't see how this is gonna fuck up our plan.
"Hey, don't get mad at me! Zayn is the one that said your last name in front of her!" he chuckled, still finding this funny. I can already see his stupid smile and his hands up in surrender.
"Styles, it's not that big of a deal, just rough her up a little and she will leave you alone." he replied fast after Nialls comment.
"You want me to fucking punch Louis' little sister!" I say my hands on the wheel clenching tighter. Is he out of his mind?
"Yeah? It's the only way she will leave this alone, it's not like you haven't punched someone. You're acting like a pussy." Liam said laughing at the end.
"Fuck you." I say muting the ear piece not wanting to hear them talk anymore.
Looking back down at the mirrored screen, I see that she's searching my name up on Google.
"FUCK!" I yell, slamming my fists against the dash board.
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*anger issues much...
*mmm I wonder what ivy was planning on finding from her google search
