Movie 🎥 The Bourne Identity (2002)

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A heavy sigh pushed past my lips as I re-adjusted the strap of my sniper rifle on my shoulder, the heat of its recent use searing into my back as I approached my apartment. I always preferred to use my own lucky sniper for my missions because the ones Vlad always have made for me are way too high-tech for me to handle.

Another successful mission had been added to my record tonight. The thought of that caused my lips to grow into a cocky smirk as I entered my apartment. I pushed my thoughts away, too tired to think of my success as I kicked off my shoes near the doorway. Right now I just wanted a steaming hot shower and a nice bed, which are both waiting for me.

The apartment was dark, but I was used to it. I was trained to adapt in all kinds of situation, so if it was dark my eyes were always automatically adjusted to it, my ears listening in to any sounds that might give away the victim. I made my way towards the bookshelf in the living room, once I had found and pressed the hidden silver button, the bookshelf moved, revealing a large space where all my guns were hung up. I placed my sniper back carefully into the space. I left my backpack by the bookshelf, deciding to unpack it in the morning.

A loud scream pierced through the night silence, causing my head to whip in the direction of it. It sounded very much like Scarlett's. A sigh escaped my lips when I realized she must have been having a nightmare, as I quickly made my way towards the bedroom. There she was, her petite body squirming around on the bed, sheets tangling with her limbs as whimpers left her parted lips. Another screech left her mouth as her face contorted with pain and fear.

I instantly made my way towards her, climbing on the bed as my hands reached out to grab her shoulders, shaking her gently. Seeing Scarlett like this, crying while feeling emotional pain, brought out a side of me that I never thought existed. Her tear-stained face always made me want to be gentle with her, to appease her from the pain and fear she gets from nightmares she always experiences. I pitied her a lot, which was probably the reason for how strangely I was acting. I didn't know if I cared about her, it's just that when something like this happens, that gentle side of me automatically comes out without letting me trying to stop it.

"Scarlett," I muttered, shaking her shoulders, but she still wouldn't wake up. I hated it that I had to literally shout at her to wake up. "Wake up Scarlett!" I yelled and her eyes flew open abruptly. I got off her sitting on the bed as she sat up, breathing heavily.

"H-H-Harry?" she whispered, tears leaking from her big brown eyes as she stared at me in confusion. Her whole body was trembling, a steady flow of tears were streaming down her cheeks as she tried to get rid of the remnants of her nightmare that stuck to her head like glue.

"Come here," I breathed, holding my arms out for her, gesturing for her to come sit on my lap. She accepted them, crawling into them as she curled her arms around my neck and wept sorrowfully. "You're okay," I murmured into her ear, one of my palms running up and down her back slowly. "Stop crying," I muttered, only to make her cry even harder.

Normally I absolutely hated seeing people cry. To me, crying is a sign of weakness. It means you're not strong enough. I detested it and whenever I'd see someone cry it just makes me want to laugh, in a cruel way. But when I see Scarlett cry, it hurts my heart. I hated to say that, but it was true. Seeing her cry was painful. When I see Scarlett crying, my whole view on crying changes just for her. In that situation, when Scarlett was crying, I thought to myself; crying isn't a sign of weakness. It's a sign of having tried to hard to be strong for too long.

Every heat-wrenching sob she let out was like a jab at my heart. For the last week she didn't have any nightmares, now that I think about it, I think it's because we slept together, like properly slept together. I've never slept with another woman before because frankly I think it's annoying when the girl's all clingy and irritating while sleeping. But with Scarlett, I kind of liked it. It's foreign, which made me okay with it whenever I held her while sleeping. All of this was new to me, comforting someone, 'cuddling' with someone, being gentle and caring with someone, they were all things I've never done before.

"You'll be okay," I whispered, stroking her hair as her sobbing gradually slowed down. She pulled her face away from the crook of my neck where she buried into it. She stared at me with her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, which were glistening with tears.

My hand moved up to brush her hair away from her face, tucking the strands behind her ear, before it returned to cup her face. Her lips were parted slightly when I moved my thumb over her cheek, wiping away the tears that stained them. Her eyes had a hint of confusion in them, which I understood completely.

"Please don't leave me like that again," she whispered vulnerably, tears filling up her eyes again. She must've had a really horrible nightmare this time to make her plead like this. "Please, Harry," she gently pleaded, biting her lower lip while I continued to stroke her cheek with my thumb.

"I won't, baby," I promised her, before realizing what I just called her when I noticed her eyes widen. I've called her it before, but why did it feel so weird, so different, when I called her that word again?

"Thank you," she breathed, her voice breaking and a couple of tears escaping.

"Shhh it's fine, just stop crying," I hushed her, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks to catch the falling tears. My gaze drifted down to her lips. Suddenly, I felt the slight urge to kiss her lips. Before I know it, I was already leaning in, making her inhale quietly. My lips hovered in front of hers for a second, contemplating on whether to actually kiss her or not, because I knew that if I kissed her right now, there's no stopping me after that.

I could hear her sigh with slight disappointment when I moved my lips to press them against the corner of her mouth, puckering against the skin sweetly before pulling away. I pulled her back in for another hug, which she gladly expected, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I held her a few more minutes before I moved away, gently shifting her off my lap as I stood up from the bed.

"Go back to sleep now, I'm gong to take a shower," I murmured softly, kissing her forehead, making her inhale sharply in surprise, before I left for the bathroom. Once I had showered, toweled off, and gotten dressed in just my boxers, I climbed onto the bed and under the covers. Scarlett was lying on her back, eyes glued to the ceiling. Something about the way she just laid there with an expressionless face worried me slightly. "Are you okay?" I whispered; touching her arm, bringing her out of the trance she was in. She looked at me, shaking her head slowly as her eyes fluttered close.

I held my arms out for her once again, grasping hers gently and pulling her towards me. She moved to place her head on my shoulder, slinging an arm over my torso as she hooked her leg onto my waist. My hand ran through her long locks, before wounding itself around her shoulder, pulling her closer to my body. She was oddly quiet, which bothered me.

"Talk to me Scarlett," I spoke softly, my fingers playing with the soft strands of her hair as I waited for her response. I didn't get one. I knew she was still awake, I could tell by the way she was breathing. "What did you see?" I asked quietly, in hopes she'd finally talk to me.

"Andrei," she finally spoke, her voice raw from crying vigorously.

"The man who killed your father?" I inquired. She nodded. "What did he do?"

"H-H-He," she stuttered before pausing momentarily to look up at me with pained eyes. I didn't like where this was going. "He raped me," she shuddered as if it actually happened.

"It's not real," I whispered firmly, clenching my jaw at the thought of Andrei touching Scarlett. I knew who Andrei was. Oh yes I did. But I wasn't going to tell Scarlett that. I didn't want her to do something stupid and irrational. Andrei was a very dangerous person and if Scarlett wanted to go after him, she'd need major help.

"Don't think about it," I said, tightening my arm around her.

"But it felt so real," she choked, a single teardrop rolling down her cheek. I caught it with my finger, wiping it away as I shuffled downwards so I was face to face with her properly.

"Scarlett," I said, grasping her face in my large hands, feeling her small ones grip my waist, as I looked her straight in the eye. "It's not real. I won't ever let anyone touch you or hurt you." I can be the only one who does that. I wanted to say, but I knew that wasn't partly true.

"You promise?" she asked, her dark eyes searching for mine. She shuffled closer, our faces inches away, breath fanning against each other's faces. There she goes again, tempting me with those goddamn lips of hers.

My eyes met hers. Gazing into them intently as I felt her hands touch my lower stomach, feeling the skin there. My skin tingled under her touch as I felt her trace all the scars I had on my skin. Her hands made their way up to my chest, her finger brushing one visible mark I got from my first mission. My breath hitched in my throat when she ducked down to press a lingering kiss to it, setting my skin on fire.

I exhaled quietly at the feeling of it, my hands moving down to grip her waist, pulling her against my body. Without even thinking, my lips pressed against hers. She didn't respond for a second, probably shocked by the abrupt action, but soon she tangled her fingers into my hair and kissed me back.

My fingers dug into her hips slightly as my lips gently molded over hers, relishing the feeling of her soft lips on mine. Her fingers tugged on the strands of my hair slightly as my tongue ran along her bottom lip teasingly. Her lips parted and my tongue slid in. Her mouth was so warm, the caress of her lips softer than I could have imagined.

One of my hands moved from her hip to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her long, dark chocolate hair, lightly pulling her into me, adding more pressure to our lips, deepening the kiss. The feelings I always got from kissing her were truly amazing, and quite foreign. I had never felt so many feelings all at once while kissing someone; it was over-whelming and felt quite new to me.

"Harry," she moaned into my mouth, my tongue caressing hers as I gently tugged at the roots of her hair in response. She was twirling one of my dark curls around her finger, kissing me back sweetly and rhythmically. Our lips separated for air, I rested my forehead against hers as I gathered some much needed oxygen before diving back in.

My teeth sunk into her bottom lip, nibbling it before tugging it back and letting it go, watching it pop back into place. My eyes travelled up to meet hers, a smirk growing on my lips when she looked away shyly, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. My left hand, which was tangled in her long locks, pulled back to rest against her jaws, leaving my fingers laced with her hair.

"Scar," I murmured, before smirking at my newfound nickname for her.

"Don't call me that," she scowled slightly to hide the shy smile that tried to escape, pulling her brows over her dark eyes while her swollen lips formed a small pout.

"Scar, baby," I smirked again, as she blushed madly, hiding her face in her pillow. I can tell how much of an effect the word 'baby' has on her. A low chuckle left my lips at her adorable self, I moved so I was lying on my back again, my arm still wrapped around her torso.

My eyes widened and my breath got caught in my throat when Scarlett moved on top of my all of a sudden. Sitting right on top of my crotch, she gazed at me lustfully, teeth sinking to her bottom lip while she leaned down. Nose nudging mine, lips brushing mine she stared at me with a hint of curiosity and something else. Cautiousness. She was cautious because she was worried I was going to push her away for taking it a bit too far, but I wasn't going to do that.

"Kiss me again, Harry," she whispered softly, her eyes flicking down to my lips before darting back up to my eyes. I was too lost in her eyes and beauty to respond to what she said. I breathed in sharply when she moved her hips slightly, snapping me back to reality.

My arms reached up to grasp her hips as I kissed her lips delicately, arms encircling around her waist to draw her in, my lips hungry for hers. But I didn't want to make the kiss rough or needy, even though that was what I was normally used to. I wanted this kiss to be slow and gentle, with a hint of passion. It was something I didn't mind, and quite frankly enjoyed.

Our tongues danced rhythmically as we kissed for what seemed like ages but was only for seconds, lips parting for air before smashing back together. I was too caught up with her lips to notice her hand sneakily moving down my chest to end up on my crotch. When her hand slipped into my boxers, that's when I snapped.

She gasped when I suddenly flipped us over, pinning her down with my knee to her stomach as I trapped her wrists above her head with one hand. My other hand was curled around the gun I keep with me while I sleep, pressing it under her chin, pushing her head upwards for me to stare into her fearful eyes.

"Harry," she whispered, her tone filled with alarm and fear.

"You took it too far Scarlett," I found myself growling, while she winced slightly when I pressed the gun harshly against her skin.

"P-Please don't hurt me," she stuttered, her eyes were now wide with alarm, her face holding fear and panic. The look on her face caused me to snap out of the trance I was in, my eyes widened with realization and shock. Scarlett seemed to notice this as her expression changed slightly.

"I told you I'd never hurt you," I muttered lowly, putting my gun away. I felt ashamed and slightly angry that I always went on attack mode whenever I feel vulnerable, especially when I'm sexually active. Now she doesn't trust me at all.

"And I believed you until this happened!" she scowled up at me. "Are you always on guard when you're doing something intimate?" she asked, while I looked away immediately. "Harry?" she spoke up loudly, trying to get my attention but I refused to talk about this.

"Just go to sleep, Scarlett," I growled, making it clear I was uncomfortable with this. I settled back down on the bed, laying on my side and pulling the covers over me. Annoyance and anger was still sizzling in my veins, keeping me awake.

I closed my eyes, still frowning as I did so. After a few minutes, I heard some shuffling behind me before an arm wrapped itself around my torso. Scarlett pressed her body against mine from behind me, resting her cheek against the skin of my back. My stomach fluttered in a weird way when she pressed her soft lips against my shoulder blade before whispering something.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against my skin, squeezing my mid-section lightly. After a few seconds, my hand moved to lace my fingers with hers, lacing them together before I moved the joined pair up to hold it against my chest. I could feel her smiling against my skin at the action.

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I awoke at exactly 6:59 AM, mainly because I was practically programmed to do so. It's quite annoying to be honest because I can never actually sleep in, my body would automatically wake up at 6:59 because that was usually the time I'd wake up for training years ago. Now since I'm already a trained assassin; I didn't need to wake up so early, but I found it hard to break the habit.

I was sort of grateful for this habit because I guess it helps me avoid any awkwardness between Scarlett and I in the morning. It's kind of weird to wake up in the arms of the person you loathe. Okay I didn't exactly loathe her. At first, I hated her because she annoyed me a lot and she was weak, and frankly, I detested weak people. But now, after what has happened between us, I don't know how I feel about her. It's like sometimes she annoys me, which made me dislike her, but then there were other times where she has showed me how smart and unpredictable she is, how different she is, which made me not dislike her.

Thoughts like these flowed around in my head as I studied her quietly. We were both currently laying on our sides facing each other, our legs were still tangled together, keeping us close but not too close. I could almost feel the heat of her body radiating off her, reminding me of how hot her skin felt under my calloused hands whenever I touched her. My hand reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, brushing the skin of her cheek before returning back to its previous position.

She had a unique kind of beauty. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible. I watched her quietly, her dark lengthy eyelashes kissing her olive skin as her eyes fluttered underneath her eyelids. Her soft lips were parted with small puffs of air blowing out of them, her tongue poking out to wet her lips for a moment.

I thought back to yesterday when I told her all I found attractive about her was her arse. That wasn't true. Well, actually, I do find her arse quite irresistible, but that was the only thing attractive about her. Not only was her physical appearance attractive but also, so was her personality, to an extent. She was quirky, which some people might find a turn-off but to me I find it quite intriguing, that she's quite weird and all that. She was also very intelligent, which I find incredibly hot, that she's so good-looking and she has a huge brain. She's very caring and sweet, it's hard to see that side of her right now because everyone treats her like shit, which makes her upset and causes her to lash out.

But sometimes she can be annoying with her nosy endless questions and irritating Chemistry facts. She can be shy sometimes, which could bother people as she mumbles and never makes eye contact unless she's comfortable with that person. Like I said before, she's also very unpredictable; she can really surprise you and change your mind about her in an instant. I guess that's what bothers me a lot; she confuses the fuck out of me. I used at least know exactly how I was feeling about her and now here I was with a lot of mixed feelings, and I honestly hated that.

I was brought out of my thoughts when she let out a small yawn, flipping onto her stomach as she raised her leg up slightly and cuddled further into the pillow. Due to our change in position, the sheets have now come off, lingering around our legs, leaving our upper body without any warmth.

My eyes lingered around Scarlett's body, noticing how tight her shorts were around her rear-end, as her one of her legs were raised up slightly. Her shirt had risen a little, baring her lower back, covering her bust. She had a perfect body, which I knew she was very insecure of. She didn't have any muscles, which was okay I guess, but she looked fit. Why was it that I find everything about her perfect?

I used to be that person who points out people's flaws, I still am that person; I'm just hardly that person with Scarlett. It's like I'm a slightly different person when I'm around her. I'm trying my best to stay the same but I'm afraid I'm changing, even though it's only for her. I'm a fucking killer for Christ's sake! I never had any feelings except anger. But now there are feelings like worry, concern and sympathy I've been feeling for her, and that scared the fuck out of me. Over the years I've built a firm backbone, I had built up strong walls to protect myself from all sorts of things, including this. But ever since she came into my life, she's been clawing at them, smashing them down so easily.

She was supposed to be this girl who was the daughter of my mentor, a man whom I trusted with my life. A beautiful intelligent girl with dark eyes that weren't supposed to have me spellbound every time I looked into them. She's been making me feel things I had never felt before and I didn't like it, I didn't trust where this was going. I needed to figure something out before she takes control of me.

I should've seen this coming from the moment I kissed her lips by the pool. The feeling of her lips on mine triggered something deep down inside of me, something that was completely untouched since forever. She awakened something inside of me, and I just know it can't be something good.

Who are you Scarlett Jones?

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-Did y'all get some major Harlett feels? Because I did! If you did, then wait till you see the coming chapters 😉

-I just realized loads of people haven't been reading the latest chapters and now I know that it's because of school starting, which I totally understand. Since that'll happen to me next week 😭

-I will be going on hiatus but I've written enough chapters to last me a couple of updates. So far I'm currently writing chapter 32 lol 😂

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Until we meet again...

~T