Hitman (harry styles fan fiction)

Hitman (harry styles fan fiction)

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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.
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*Harry Styles* "Hanna!" I screamed, trying to open the door to the black Range Rover. I ran over to the passenger side door that was just being closed, and I ripped it out of the man's grip. "Let her GO," I demanded, even louder now. The guy had tattoos up and down his arms, and a tear drop tattoo on his cheek. What the hell, I thought. A tattoo like that means you've murdered people. Murdered. "Jordan!" I had heard her cry in utter terror. The driver reached back and punched her right in the temple. Before I lost my grip on the door, the last thing I saw of Johanna was her face, filled with fear, mascara down her cheeks, and red, inflamed bruises. The man I was trying to take the door from elbowed me in the mouth, hard, and slammed the door. Moments later, I was sprawled out on the pavement, stunned and confused, until a lady noticed me. "Call an ambulance!" She yelled to another bystander. No. I thought. "No, no ambulance." I got up, and looked around for the car, which was no where in sight, and I had no idea where it went. The lady insisted I stay and get checked out as she pointed to the blood all over my sweater. I looked down, the ground felt shaky under my feet, but I had to get help. I ignored her, and started running, as fast as I could to Harry's house, five blocks away. I started sobbing as I ran. They could have already killed her.

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