more than friends

Have you ever loved someone so much it hurt? You felt the need to keep them safe? To protect them.. When in reality you were the one needing the protection? That is the story of me and my best friend Liam.

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17. Blast in Maya's Past

 

Maya's POV


----August 11, 2010---


I get a call from the new phone I had, the number being blocked.

 

"Hello?" I answer plainly, shutting the hotel room door so no one hears.

 

"Hello, this is Harry Styles. I believe we talked over the phone with Your friend." The deep British voice sent shivers through my spine.

 

"Yes, you wanted us to work for you?" I answer, moving to the bathroom where Reagan and my stuff is sprawled everywhere. I see my dyed black hair is perfectly straight, different from my naturally curly hair.

 

"Could you be here by friday?" He asks, I already know the location.

 

"Certainly. Can't wait to see you then."

 

"Goodbye love." When we arrived a few short days later, we were greeted by a simple teenager. His hair was a mop of curls and his green eyes could make a grown woman faint. He smirks at Reagan and I, who are dressed in tight black clothing and ready for the Job.

 

"Well, nice meeting my accomplices. Now, shall we go inside for a chat and start training?" He winks at me, making me look at Reagan with a nod. 



---October 24, 2010---


"Dammit!" I cursed, missing the target by a centimeter. Reagan shoots perfectly, hitting the target with deadly accuracy. Harry chuckles at my frustration and comes from behind me, putting his arms on mine with the gun balanced in front of my body.

 

"Breathe love. You've had it before."

 

"I'm trying Harry." I groan, narrowing my eyes and firing once again.

 

"You are not. We need to be ready for whatever could happen with Jake. He stole from me, and he knows I'm going to try and get it back. So who knows how prepared he is." He whispers in my ear, causing me to breathe faster than normal.

 

"Yes I understand Harry. But you hired Reagan and I as the distraction, you already have a team. Why teach us all this?" I ask with a small smirk, looking behind me. His body is pressed against mine and his face is deadly close to me.

 

"Because my love, I might not be able to protect you. And if for some reason your cover is blown, I want you two to be safe." His voice purrs in my ear. Before I could take my eyes from his, he has his lips against my neck. I shut my eyes and smile a little, then reopen them with a laugh.

 

"Harry not now!" I whisper jokingly and he chuckles, guiding my arms in front of me with the gun.

 

"Just. Breathe." He whispers lowly once again and I take a deep breathe.

 

Then I pull the trigger. 


---January 30, 2011---


Three knocks on my door wake me up. I groan as I shove Harry's heavy arm off of me and I rise out of the bed. Using the blanket from the bed as a cover, I wrap myself up and head to the door. Reagan is there, dressed and ready.

 

"Maya, honestly you should be up and ready." She groans exhaustedly. Maybe she just wanted the job to be over with; after all it has been 6 months Working with Harry on this Jake situation.

 

"Tell Harry to get his ass up and ready as well." She murmurs before heading down the hall to wake the other 5 people who are working with us. I smile when I look back at Harry, who could have been an angel in another life. I crawl back into the bed, spreading kisses all over to wake him up. He keeps his eyes shut, though his dimpled smile pronounced its way into view.

 

"Harry... Love wake up." I say quietly, brushing the hair from his face.

 

"What day is it?" He mumbles.

 

"The day this all ends." I mutter back.

 

"Oh really?" He grins, revealing my favorite eyes.

 

"Yes really." I say with a small laugh, letting his lips connect with mine before he sits up. His tones chest comes out from under the other blankets and I blush just a tiny bit.

 

"Maya... I love you." His words stunned me, he has never been the soft one. Ever. I gasp and look him in the eyes, covering my slightly agape mouth. He watches intently, expecting a similar reaction to what he's receiving.

 

"I love you Harry." I whisper genuinely, watching his expression grow warm and heart-felt.

 

"I'm glad then." He winks before getting out of the bed and changing. I fall back against the pillow, blushing. We've never even considered exchanging such meaningful words before, which makes it all the more special to me. 


**Later that evening**


"What are you going to do about it Styles, I'm not going anywhere until I see everything returned to me." Jake and one accomplice had Harry at gun point. They didn't want any harm, but they were willing to do so for whatever we took back. I was beside Harry with a gun at them as well, being Harry's backup. My eyes narrowed in on Jake's head, ready to take the shot if it need be. I've already killed his workers that blew my cover, I can do this.

 

"If you don't leave right now Jake, I'll kill her." Harry words stung like venom. My vision flickers to my left, seeing the one man I ever admitted my love for, holding me at gunpoint with no hesitation.

 

"Harry what the hell are you doing?" I hissed nervously, not moving.

 

"You wouldn't shoot her she's on your side." Jake sneers. I am grabbed roughly and the metal of the weapon is jabbed at my throat. I panic, releasing my own gun to the floor and start to sob silently. What is this some kind I sick joke??

 

"Don't think I won't do it." He glares at them, and with the tone he used I knew he was dead serious. I shut my eyes, worried that he will actually bring me to my death.

 

"Fine. We'll go. But we'll be back Styles. You haven seen the last of us!" Jake yells out of pity and he must have gone. But I wouldn't know; all I was waiting for before I opened my eyes was for Harry to release me and take the gun off of me. But he stayed like that for a a few more minutes until I finally reacted. I shoved my elbow into him and turned around with a right hand hook to his face; just like he had taught me. The gun is released and he stares at me like I did something wrong.

 

"I cannot believe I trusted you!" I yell and pick up my gun, shoving it in my pocket. I touch my neck, now bleeding from the force of the metal against my skin.

 

"You're overreacting-"

 

"-You're fucking kidding me right? You held me at gunpoint! And we both know that if he hadn't have agreed to leave you would have pulled that goddamn trigger!" I spat at him angrily, hurt by the truth. His eyes averted to a different spot than connected with mine, realising exactly what he had done to get his stupid shit back.

 

"It was all a game to you wasn't it?! Every kiss, every touch, everything was all a joke so you could get lucky with the one person who liked you! I bet you planned every single little goddamn thing, from the moment we first kissed to this morning when you said you loved me!" I scream, breaking both his and my heart with the ugly truth.

 

"Maya...no. It isn't like that I swear-"

 

"-You know what, I don't give a shit what's true and not true! Reagan and I did what we came here to do, we helped you and we've already been payed. So I'm done with you. I never want to see your face again!!" I stomp off to the car Reagan was wrapping up a wound from the job and I pull her out.

 

"We're so done here. Come on, we're leaving immediately."



Harry's POV

"What are you going to do about it Styles, I'm not going anywhere until I see everything returned to me." Jake almost snickered at my angry position. He and Chandler had Maya and I at gunpoint, but jake and I were targeting each other. The gears turn in my head to think of something that we can do. That's it! Jake hates when there's ultimatums, and he definitely hates when a victim has to suffer because of his choice. I glance at Maya, her eyes trained on her target; she is ready for the kill if need be. I love her, but I have to do this. Wait, what if I loose her? Don't be kidding me she'll understand! Without another second, I shift my body in her direction, pointing the gun to her head and praying to god this plan works.

 

"If you don't leave right now Jake, I'll kill her." Her small frame jolted int shock of what is happening and I hide the pain with a mask of a poker face.

 

"Harry what are you doing?" She whispers, gulping. I grimace and instantly take her to my chest with the gun pointed upwards at her throat.

 

"Don't think I won't shoot." I say boldly to Jake, looking him in the eye. For a second, I believed myself too. Every second he remained quiet was one second more Id have to deal with the fact that I threatened to kill my own girlfriend. What kind of person would do this? Me.

 

"Fine. We'll go. But we'll be back Styles. You haven seen the last of us!" Jake says, hitting Chandler on the shoulder with his gun to tell him to move. I watch them disappear into the darkness, not moving incase they would look back. But before I could release Maya, she elbows me into my chest. I groan in pain and am met by a right hand hook. I grimace again and drop my gun, looking at her in bewilderment.

 

"I can't believe I trusted you!" She grits her teeth, picking up her own gun and placing it in her pocket before touching the bloody mark on her neck. What happened to her neck? Then It hit me; I was so involved in making a convincing threat I didn't realize how hard the gun pressed against her.

 

"You're overreacting-" I try to explain calmly but am interrupted by the fuming beauty.

 

"You're fucking kidding me right? You held me at gunpoint! And we both know that if he hadn't have agreed to leave you would have pulled that goddamn trigger!" Her words hurt me more than any physical wound could. What's worse is that, she is right. I might have pulled that trigger just to get what I wanted back.

 

"It was all a game to you wasn't it?! Every kiss, every touch, everything was all a joke so you could get lucky with the one person who liked you! I bet you planned every single little goddamn thing, from the moment we first kissed to this morning when you said you loved me!" If words could kill, I'd have been dead and re-killed in hell. Everything wasn't a game, for the first time it was all real.

 

"Maya no it isn't like that I swear-"

 

"-You know what, I don't give a shit what's true and not true! Reagan and I did what we came here to do, we helped you and we've already been payed. So I'm done with you. I never want to see your face again!!" She storms off into the night, leaving me forever. I groan and kick the wall roughly in frustration, my thoughts clouded by everything and anything. 


---March 19, 2012---
Maya's POV 

"So what movie should we watch?" Liam asks, kneeling over the selection Danny had.

 

"We should watch mr. and mrs. Smith." Ava suggests, smiling widely. Michael and Brad cheer in agreement and my eyes flicker to Reagan. Though its been a year, I still have nightmares about guns. I remember every detail of those 6 months. Not a single part of it did I want to bring back. He was the reason I didn't date, but only Reagan knew that. Everyone else thought it was because of some stupid carefree vibe coming from me and that i just wasn't into any type of relationship. They thought my anxiety was an act of comedy or just normal like anyone else's. Reagan and I try not to stay too close, so I chose Ava as my best friend while she chose Danny. It's good that we are still together, but it's also good we are a bit apart.

 

"Can't we watch a comedy?" I strain, not wanting to see a gun or two people romantically involved with action and guns involved.

 

"Why don't you like action movies???" Ava pouts. I shrug; it's been way too easy covering up the past for me and Reagan. We completely wiped ourselves off the map and changed our last names so He couldn't find me, or her. No one could.

 

"I just don't."

 

"Well how about we take a vote? Who wants mrs. And mrs. Smith?" Danny asks. Everyone but Reagan and I have their hands raised.

 

"Automatic win babe. Sorry." Ava snickers and I groan, slouching into the couch.

 

"What's that mark on your neck?" Ava asks curiously and casually, though I tense up immediately.

 

"What mark?" I ask innocently. Innocence never is and never will be my strong suit.

 

"The one that's like a scar almost. Right here." She pokes the scar gently and I shrug, though knowing exactly what it was. It was one of the terrible reminders of Harry and the gun at my throat.

 

"It's nothing. Just watch the movie." I say, changing the topic.

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