037

note: i listen to a lot of trap and rap music to try and get this harry character and zayn on point. i think it's hot, personally.

The car rear mirror reflected my hidden identity. Behind the black and silver mask Zayn bought for me, you'd rarely be able to tell it was me. Not that my green eyes or the blonde of my hair could explicitly tell them who I was. There are plenty of women working for the mafias, themselves with my features.

I removed the mask for the time being. I sat in the back with a duffle bag next to me. This particular duffle bag was filled with weapons.

The black leather of the seats grazed the back of my thigh, and the air inside smelled like fresh cologne. This car belonged to us. It just feels like my father.

His eyes remained focus in front of him, the roads lit with streetlights to guide the way. As the miles per hour on this car increased, my heartbeats inclined. I chose to tag along, and certainly aware of the consequences. I swallowed down the dry threatening voices in my mind.

My hands clasped on my lap as we pulled up behind a large building. It was grand. Vast walls of concrete and windows that were surrounded by a golden frame. This man was not economically in danger and neither was he too worried of spending. 

"There's eight guards up front. We're going through the back where there are only two. They want identification of everyone in there before the masks are put on," Zayn explained to us. He took the tablet I had and uploaded a map of the vast building on it where he could impressively learn and remember the ways in and the ways out. 

He scrolled through it, pointing to an area as he spoke. I unbuckled and moved forward, acknowledging his strategy and ethnic. Harry parked a few roads down the back of the building, shutting off the engine and staring at the only light inside; the tablet. 

"We'll have to separate. It's inevitable." I told them. "Grogan will be surrounded with security, it's certain. How are we supposed to get him alone?" 

Harry turned his head and examined the map. "It's not smart to target anyone in such a large group of people, but if a commotion were to start, we could slip in and grab him."

After a long pause, three minds collectively thinking about ways to distract a room of highly trained, clever psychos. Zayn shook his head and murmured, "We need something less grand and more low." 

"The more cunning it is, the better chance we could be seen. In the event of a distraction, there's a better chance. Plus, everyone's on edge already, considering they could be in a room crawling with their enemies," I explained suggestively, trying to be as helpful as I could. 

Zayn eventually nodded. "It's like this man thrives off the anxiousness of his customers. No doubt he worked for Gates." 

Harry inhaled. "So a distraction? I'm thinking explosives, fire related." 

"Perfect," I interjected. "Nothing will bring more attention than some explosives." 

"I can't believe we're all working together," Zayn murmured lowly. "Either we get things right, or we die and I beat the shit out of both of you in Hell." 

I glared. "What makes you think we'll be together in Hell, most likely beat me?" 

"There are no boundaries in Hell," he bit back, hazel eyes burning into mine. We could get along, I figured. And I understood why he was mad. I wasn't supposed to be here. None of this was supposed to happen, and in the event of it all, Zayn has the right to be furious. 

Harry got sick of it immediately, and snapped, "You already live with no damn boundaries." He then turned to me and with his pale green eyes, he seemed to shut me up in an instant. "And you, stop firing him up. Or he will hit you and then I'll be forced to fuck his face up." 

"It's already fucked up," I continued, quite childishly, but I just had to win. 

Zayn let out an amused, yet bitter chuckle. "Not to be vain, which I am, but my face could be the scientific definition of attractive." 

Before Harry had the chance to shut him up, I smirked and asked, "You know what else vain means?" 

The dark-haired guy turned in his seat to face me. Our eyes locked, mine glistening with slight amusement and his with some fury. "Listen, both of you, don't make me --" Harry started.

"Useless. Hopeless. Totally futile. Completely pointless." I haughtily remarked, eyebrows raised. "So maybe you are vain." 

His nostrils flared and just as he scrambled to move forward and possibly hurt me, Harry pushed at his chest. "Catalina!" Harry yelled loudly, stopping a furious Zayn from nearly hurting me. I moved back an inch, slightly regretting what I said, but I can't help but feel the need to defend myself. 

"Zayn," Harry breathed, the anger nearly blowing steam out of his ears. He too was agitated. "Get out of the car and let me handle this." He ordered him, and with one finally glare in my direction, Zayn angrily pushed the car door open and exited, standing outside to cool off. 

Then Harry turned to me. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shouted, and I meekly crossed my arms over my chest, staring down at the black of my dress. It's been a while since he yelled at me. Record time, actually. 

"His purpose is not the same as mine. Technically, he doesn't need to care much for your safety. He'll lose his temper with you. It's a miracle I out of all people haven't. Stop acting like a fucking child before he fucking hurts you and I'll be forced to literally kill him," he angrily lectured me. Nothing about his voice was welcoming, which I definitely deserved. It's bad enough I'm here. 

It's surprising. It was Zayn the one to warn me about Harry and how tricky it could be to getting on his good side when he seemingly had none. It was Zayn to call Harry an asshole. He was the one to be calm and less aggressive. Yet that was only when the care of my sister was placed on him.

My mind nearly imploded, from the core of my memories out. What did Paige never tell me?

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Okay, I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have done that," I whispered, gazing up at him. 

Harry looked upon me with anger, his furrowing eyebrows yet to release and his jaw clenched tightly. Through a few seconds, his facial features began to soften when he muttered, "Don't look at me that way." 

"I'm not looking at you in any way," I told him gently. My eyes averted to the door on my right. "Now can we go please?" 

We stood outside the car just before Harry took out the duffle bag and took out a pistol. I was surprised when he zipped it up and shut the door, turning around and facing me.

He gazed down at me with a stern looking, whispering, "Here. If, God forbid, that I can't get to you for some reason on time, you can aim. I never admitted this, but you can shoot better than Zayn."

I felt his hands slip up the side of my thigh that my dressed revealed. He lifted that leg, my hands falling to his chest for balance.

I inhaled sharply when he skillfully strapped the safety-on gun in the band of my underwear. His eyebrows furrowed and he raised a hand to my cheek, leaning down to press a soft kiss. So soft I didn't know if I had reacted in time.

My eyes fluttered quickly before Zayn appeared next to us again. His eyes moved between us both, most likely having seen the interaction, but deciding on not commenting.

"Alright. I suggest putting on the masks. The two guards are successfully distracted at the front with two ladies that can be easily bribed," he snickered, shaking his head as he pulled back the elastic of his mask and placed the front over his face. The blue and gold looked well on him, the blue complimenting his skin and the gold his eyes.

Harry said nothing more. Didn't even look at me as he placed the mask over his own face. His was white with golden and black embellished designs. It was such a beautiful comparison. His pale green eyes and the mask. I focused too much on his appearance before placing the black and silver mask over my own. 

One more instruction left Harry's lips tonight. "Zayn, you get going on keeping an eye on Grogran once you found him. He will most likely be surrounded by guards. He likes to make himself superior. I read on his files that he's very full of himself, and you know what that's like." Harry explained firmly.

I laughed softly at his last words as Zayn rolled his eyes and said, "Alright. You and Catalina?" 

"We're going to look for explosive material. This will be easy. I can already think of a few," Harry murmured. "When I call your cell, you better answer and you better be fast."  

He nodded, and I felt my heart in my throat when they loaded their guns, walking me to the building. The beating, furious heart of all our problems. 

note: question i got most often:

how did i come up with this plot?

i was sitting on the toilet, scrolling through my phone when i heard my irritating neighbors blowing up firecrackers as usual. and then i thought, i want to shoot them. (lmao not really but you'd understand if those idiots did it almost every day next to your house). and then this somehow happened. hey, harry shooting people is hot, i said to myself.

this one made me laugh so hard. it's from @schizophreniall and they asked:

what does the genitalia look like in your own words?

they're fabulous. every one of them.

thanks for reading!