His Assassin.

Cecelia Walker is an assassin. Yes, an 18 year old assassin. Cece's troubled past has lead her to this life of murder. Now, she doesn't seem to mind it or has had any problem with killing any of her other victims. But when she is given the task to kill Harry Styles, the main member in her favorite band, One Direction, she freezes. Will Cecelia fail and end up dead like other failed assassins or will she ever get the guts to kill him?


3. I'd love it if you did

Chapter 2
"I'd love it if you did"


Cecelia's Point of View

I was still very much in shock from last night. Here I am, laying in this massive California King Bed of my hotel suite about to go on a date with Harry Styles. It seemed like something I could only dream of, but eventually this dream has to come to a halt. A fastly approaching, fucked up, halt. I really don't know how I was ever going to go about this task.

The sun rained into the room through each of it's windows, radiating the once dark space. I squinted at the sunlight, and rolled over, groaning. I felt a sharp pain emit from my lower back. "Not again" I cursed myself. My lower back was an area where I had been stabbed, it ached more than it ever had before. I couldn't even manage to get up. Geoffrey said I couldn't bring my painkillers along with me, due to the fact that I tended to take them out of nervousness or when I was stressed. They weren't any old painkillers either, they were common abused ones. OxyContin and Oxycodone. I wouldn't say I was addicted, because I knew when to stop. Well, at least I thought I did. I had already experienced withdrawal a few days earlier, and it was one of the worst pains I had ever experienced in my life. I'm an assassin, so I've been through a few pains. For that to be the worst one I've ever been through scares me. I didn't want to become my parents, I didn't want to be forever dependent on drugs, I didn't want to ruin my life at such a young age.

I could feel my eyes begin to well up, and tears cascade down my pale, icy cheeks. Wiping them away with my palm, I shut my eyes and did the only thing I could do at that moment. Sleep.

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Harry's Point of View

Where was she? I had been waiting in this hotel lobby for over an hour. Could it be? Had I actually been stood up? I shook my head, and began heading to her suite. Its location was vivid in my mind, since I walked her to it last night. She seemed overly excited, and joyous for her to just blow me off like that. This confused me. Was she faking it? These questions flooded my head, as I walked up the steps, and rounded the corner of the 3rd floor's hall. When I approached the door to her room, I mildly knocked, only to find that it was already opened.

Stepping inside, I couldn't help but frown, but as I neared her my expression softened into a worried one. There she lie, in her briefs and a wrinkled tank top. I could see the outlining of tears on her cheeks, and that she was sweating. I reached out to feel her forehead and she was, in fact, cold. So why was she sweating? I crouched down in front of her so that my face was directly facing of hers. "Hey, hey, are you alright?" I murmured, caressing her cheek with my thumb. Her eyes fluttered open almost instantly, and she jumped up.

"Are you alright?" I repeated. Her response was delayed, but she nodded. "Do you feel ok?" I also asked. This time, she shook her head. I couldn't help but notice her beauty, despite the fact that her hazel eyes had lost their glisten, based on how they sparkled last night. And how she wore a wistful look. "Do you want me to stay with you?" I stood up, and sat besides her on the bed. Please say yes, Secretly, I thought to myself. "I'd love it if you did" I could barely make out her words.

"Okay, by the way, I never got your name. "

"It's Cecelia" 

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A/N: Sorry it's short, but I do hope you enjoyed it. I hope you guys are ready to explore more of Harry's sympathetic side!

Peace, Love, and Nandos,

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