Hitman (harry styles fan fiction)

Harry was a hit man, he knew that I was probably a mistake when he took the job, But he couldn't help not take it when we took a glimpse of the reward money and of what this would mean to the man. So, he did. When he walked in, he saw her. Hair in a messy bun and her jeans tight enough to show off her figure. Her shirt showed the smallest sliver of her back and stomach. The heels she wore showed off her calf muscles perfectly. The necklace around her neck had an initial on it, he wasn't sure of the letter but knew it was valuable to her by the way it sparkled on her neck and matched her outfit. She looked to be about 5'6. She was faced the opposite direction. But as soon as she heard the door creek open, her head snapped around and her eyes widened. She was beautiful.
At that moment...he turned around and walked out. dropping the knife that was once in his had into his pocket. He was unsure of why he did this. But the farther away he got form her home, the more he realized his reasons.