Movie 🎥 Wanted (2008)

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"Harry take her in for the night."

"What!?" Harry asked, before shaking his head in refusal. "No. No way in he-" he started before Vlad cut him off with an angry glare.

"That was an order, Styles," Vlad spoke firmly, his voice full of power and supremacy. So his second name was Styles. Interesting. Harry Styles. Still didn't sound intimidating. Sounded more like a singer's name, rather than an assassin's one.

Harry scowled before nodding sharply and stepping away as Vlad turned back and went to his apartment. We were still in the hallway while Harry grumbled before looking at me, and heading towards his own apartment, swinging the door open.

"Well, come on then!" he snapped, disappearing into his apartment while I quickly stood up and followed him in, with my clothes and towel in hand. His apartment was just like Blaze's except it was a bit smaller and everything was black and white. A minimalist. Interesting.

He gestured for me to follow him into the room and I did so, looking around as I walked. The place looked neat and tidy, he had some fascinating paintings put up on the pure white walls too. I also spotted a large stereo in the corner of the living room. I entered his bedroom; he had a queen-sized bed, a dresser and a fairly sized wardrobe. I turned my gaze to the side and found a coffee table and a chair in its place, with a vinyl player in the corner. I suppose I would be sleeping on the couch in the living room.

"Uh I need to shower," I spoke, causing him to look up at me while he was setting his gun down on the bedside table. I watched him as a slow smirk spread across his face.

"Guess you'll have to shower with me," he spoke causing me to furrow my brows. "There's only enough water for one person so..." he trailed off before pulling his shirt over his head. I immediately turned my eyes away, making him chuckle deeply.

"Scarlett," he spoke, I still kept my eyes glued to the floor. "Look at me, I'm not naked," he pressed.

I gave up and turned to look at him; trying to stop my eyes from widening at his beautifully damaged torso. It was toned and tanned with scars and tattoos littering it. I pressed my lips together to conceal the smile that tried to escape, once my eyes landed on the large butterfly tattoo that was planted on his midriff. My throat literally went dry at the sight of the olive branches tattoos that decorated his prominent v-line.

"You coming or what?" he brought me out of the trance I was in as I still tried not to gaze at the faint trail of hair that lend to his package in his black jeans.

"I can't shower with you!" I exclaimed. It was just too awkward, inappropriate and intimate.

"Suit yourself. You can sleep covered in your fathers blood," he chuckled at me, tossing his shirt away before walking into the bathroom.

"Okay fine," the words flew out of my mouth without much thought given to them.

Whatever it was, I was not going to sleep tonight while covered in my father's blood. I wondered why I never thought of that earlier. I didn't even realize I was still covered in blood; there were some stains on my arms and under my fingers nails. I stepped into the bathroom and was immediately met with the sight of Harry taking his jeans off. He was now left in his black boxer briefs shooting me a glance before waiting for me to strip down as well.

With my jaw set in determination and my eyebrows knitted tightly over my glaring eyes, I hung my towel and clothes on the hanger before grabbing the hem of my dirty t-shirt and ripping it off me. My fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans before unfastening them and pulling them down my long legs. I snapped my eyes back to Harry who was gazing at my body while teething his bottom lip, I tried to ignore how attractive he looked while he did that. I cocked an eyebrow at him challengingly while he smirked back before I decided to go ahead and step into the bathtub.

He followed behind me and climbed into the bathtub as well, taking few steps forward until he was inches away from me, slightly towering over me as he reached behind me to turn the water on. The shivering temperature of the water caused me to inhale sharply, making my body jolt forward all of a sudden, bumping into Harry's bare chest. My cheeks immediately burned as he looked down at me with his eyebrows pulled together tightly.

"S-Sorry," I apologized, the word faltering a bit as the cold water dripped down my body; making the blood stains covering my body fade away.

He grunted in response as his eyes continued to gaze at me while I looked down. My fingers rose up to skim over the bruises that were covering my ribs like big red blotchy marks. I winced slightly as my fingers unintentionally pressed hard on one of them. Harry moved one more step closer, the water now hitting his head properly as his hands rose up to run through his hair thoroughly. He stared back down at me before leaning in as if he was going to kiss me, but instead he quickly moved to place his lips by my ear.

"Pass the shampoo,' he rasped into my ear, as I could literally feel the heat coming off his body.

I looked over my shoulder and grabbed the shampoo bottle from off the ledge, and turned around and handed it to him. He squeezed out a fair amount of it onto his palm and handed it back to me, literally shoving it into my hands as he did so, before running it through his locks creating a soapy mess of them. He stepped away for a bit still scrubbing his hair, while I stepped under the shower. My hair was still in a bun; I raised my hands up to pull the hair tie out, making my hair tumble over my shoulder before getting damp by the water. Repeating Harry's actions from before, I scrubbed my hair quick with shampoo, which smelled like mint, before rinsing it off. It's harder to get all the shampoo out with long hair, but with years of practice I manage to do it in a jiffy.

We cleaned ourselves real quick, only glancing at each other a couple of times while doing so. At some point during our shower, he wanted to rinse off the soap on his body and so did I, he stood under the shower while I stood a bit away until he told me move closer, placing his hand on my hip and tugging me forward. I swear it felt like as if his touch was burning a hole straight to the bone.

Soon the water ran out, and we had already finished cleaning ourselves before it did. Harry stepped out the bathtub and turned around with his back towards me, he slid his boxers down his legs causing me to gasp and look away quickly.

"You should be grateful I wore my boxers while we showered," he chuckled, while I still kept my eyes closed, clenching my jaw in annoyance.

"How considerate of you," I spoke through gritted teeth, feeling him glare at me. I don't know what exactly it is about him, that makes me want to punch his face and kiss him both at the same time. Just as I opened my eyes, thinking he was gone, I caught a glimpse of his naked butt before I shut them again immediately. His deep chuckle filled the bathroom before I heard the door open and shut quickly.

I cracked an eyelid to see if he was actually gone before fully opening my eyes and stepping out of the bathtub too. After quickly drying myself off with my towel, I pulled on my panties and my grey cotton shorts, before pulling on a white t-shirt over my head. I stepped out of the bathroom with my towel and was met with a pair of green eyes. He was just dressed in black sweatpants; he was sitting on the bed loading a gun as I came out. He locked his green eyes with my brown ones for a second before he looked away; I shrugged and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked all of a sudden. I spun around, my expression mirroring his confused one.

"To sleep on the couch?" It came out more like a question that an answer. He immediately scowled, shaking his head causing his perfect wet curls to fall over his forehead; only for him to push it back.

"No, that's classic Italian leather. I don't want you drooling over my couch," he made a face at me, making me scowl back at him.

"I don't drool!" I grumbled loudly.

"I'm not taking my chances," he said, looking away again to set the gun on the bedside table.

"Then where do I sleep?" I asked; my voice filled with exasperation now. He narrowed his eyes at my tone before answering my question with a slight smirk on his face.

"With me," he said, patting the space next to him, which frankly was a very fairly large space as it was a queen-sized bed. I couldn't help but blush while glaring at him.

"No," I shook my head. It was bad enough I had already showered with him, now he was making me sleep with him?

He just set his gun down and stood up, walking towards me while I started talking steps back, my back hitting the wall. He leaned in, his alluring green eyes watched me as if he was staring deep into my soul, and he placed his hands on either side of my head. His warm breath fanned my face as he bit his bottom lip, staring at me in what looked like amusement. He moved closer now, our lips just inches apart. My heart was racing a thousand times faster than normal, my eyes couldn't seem to look away from his enticing jade eyes, my breathing coming out in slow breaths.

"Guess you'll have to sleep on the floor then, Kitten," he murmured huskily.

His eyes gazed at my lips for a second before darting back up to my own. A small smirk tugged at his lips, before my ears detected the flip of a switch and all the lights went out. A small gasp left my lips as soon as that happened; I heard a low chuckle from Harry who started move away from me now as I felt his presence leave me. My heart rate returned to normal as I sighed deeply, I'd rather sleep on the bed than on the floor obviously. I didn't want a bad back on my first day of training. I carefully made my way to the bed, holding my arms out in front of me and taking little steps forward. If I remembered correctly, the bed should be right in front of me.

"Ow!" I grumbled as my big toe collided with the foot of the bed.

I put my hands on the bed and climbed onto it, immediately moving to the left side because I knew Harry was going to sleep on the right, since he was sitting on the that side earlier. It was almost like he wasn't there, but I knew for a fact that he was. I couldn't even hear him breathing. After pulling my covers up to my chin, I laid there in the dark, trying to fall asleep.

"Harry?" I spoke quietly, waiting for a response. I still didn't hear anything, it's like I'm speaking to myself.

"What?" he asked in an annoyed tone, exhaustion lacing his voice.

"Did you know my father well?" I asked, feeling the lump forming in my throat as I mentioned my father. It pained me to even think about him, I had somehow managed to control my emotions so far but I was sure I couldn't do it any longer.

"He was my trainer," Harry spoke; his tone was difficult to decipher. How interesting.

"Did he ever talk about me?" I asked; my voice laced with a bit of hope, even thought I knew the answer to that question.

They obviously didn't know who I was because my Dad never told them about me. I think it was better to not have any family or close friends if you were to be an assassin, because then you wouldn't have a weak spot for your enemies to toy with.

"No," he yawned out loud.

I didn't respond after that because my eyes were tearing up again and the large lump in my throat had prevented me from speaking again. I tried not to make as much noise while I cried, but I had a feeling Harry knew I was doing so.

"Stop crying! You're like a fucking baby," he groaned, shuffling a bit. I bit down on my lower lip to stop the sobs from escaping my mouth, while I rubbed my cheeks with the back of hand.

"I'm sorry but my father was brutally murdered and it hurts a lot. How would you feel if the same happened to your father?" I snapped at him, anger clearly evident in my tone. Even though it was dark, I could literally feel him glaring at me with that incredibly sharp jaw of his clenching.

"It didn't hurt because I killed my father," he replied nonchalantly, making my eye widen and jaw drop. What the actual fuck?

"W-What? Why?" I breathed, even though I honestly didn't want to know the gruesome details.

"None of your business, Kitten," he said evenly, before I heard the click of a gun loading. My blood ran cold when I felt him press the barrel against my forehead. His warm breath fanned against the side of my face as I gulped.

"Try anything while I sleep, I won't hesitate to fucking shoot you in the head," he murmured quietly into my ear.

He recoiled and settled back into his previous position on the bed. A heavy breath pushed past my lips as I relaxed, closing my eyes as I tossed and turned to get myself comfy. As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell into a deep sleep and only minutes later did the nightmares arrive.

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