Assassin (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

This girl is an assassin hired by Simon Cowell to destroy the talentless side of the music industry. One by one, she hunts down the terrible bands and singers in hopes to slow down the parasitic plague that is modern pop music.

Targets: Nikki Minaj
Justin Bieber
Lady Gaga

and of course...

One Direction


3. Justin: "Captured"

"Get down" I scream as I sport my police officer outfit.

Pretending to arrest someone honestly is hilarious.

"What did I do" he asks, his arms over his head, back facing me. "I already did my time last month."

"Stop complaining asshole. you have the right to remain silent" I tell him, handcuffing the teen.

I pull him to the back of my 'police car' and lock him in the seat. Getting in, I begin to drive off to the apartment. I pull him outside and into the dark and damp building. Locking him in the basement with no way out, I walk out the door.

"Got him, Simon" I speak. "Now he's going to have a slow yet painful death. That's what you want, yeah?"

"It's his punishment for the last time he was arrested."

"Whatever you'd like."

I grab a knife and make my way back into the basement, shutting the door behind me.

"Justin. So nice of you to join me" I laugh.

"What are y-you doing" he stutters.

"Oh nothing" I begin. "Just following orders. That's all."

"Orders from who?"

"Who does it concern?"


"Really? Because it looks like you're trying to call the cops on me."

I grab the phone that was behind him, dialling the police. I end the call and take out his SIM card, so he can't be tracked.

"Now where were we? oh yeah! My name... well that's not important. And who I'm hired by... someone you thought would never betray you... Uh, but don't worry" I sigh. "You have me for the next week."

"W-what do you mean?"

I laugh a little.

"You really thought you'd get out of here?!? Silly, silly Justin. How many drugs were you on tonight?"

"Shut up" he yells.

Justin tries to run at me, only to fall back from being chained to the poll. A chuckle escapes my mouth as a chuck the knife at the bullseye on the side of the room. I walk to the target and pull the knife out again and point it at him.

"No" I became serious, walking towards him. "One more order that comes from your mouth and that target will be you... oh wait, it already is!"

I drag the sharp blade along his arm, causing a scream to erupt from his mouth. I walk out the basement, leaving him in the darkness to soak in the pain.

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