Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her.
He may be human, but he operates like a machine: identify target, plan, stalk, kill, collect cash, repeat. What one may consider sociopathic or psychopathic personality traits, Harry considers a blessing. After all, it is his lack of regard for human emotions and his own conscience that has made his career possible. The only proof he has that he is not, in fact, heartless is when he feels his pulse throbbing in his neck as he sprints between alleyways, hops fences, climbs walls, desperately trying to escape any chance of pursuit after the murder is done. Although pursuit is something with which Harry has become unfamiliar; he dealt with it in his career’s infancy, but as he has grown so have his skills. His eye for quick, accessible escape routes has grown keener, his aim tighter, and his remorse…well, nonexistent. He works alone, and he prefers it this way, but his work is so precise that many law enforcement officials cannot accept the possibility of the unidentified murderer being just a “murderer” instead of “murderers.” He’s lost track of how many kills he has made, yet, amazingly, he has yet to be caught or even identified. Nobody has ever suspected him of anything due to his brilliant planning, charming exterior, and cunning way with words; he comes off as a sweet, regular guy. All of this, coupled with the fact that he truly is heartless in the figurative sense of the word, makes Harry Styles the most successful, feared assassin on the planet. He never gets off track, never gets caught, and–most importantly–never misses. So, when he woke up and saw the folded yellow envelope lying on the floor under the windowsill of his first-floor, high-class apartment, it was just a normal day for Harry. He receives one to two requests every month, and as screwed up as it is, he can’t help but feel a rush of excitement whenever he wakes up to an envelope lying crisp and unopened on his tiled floor.
Harry picked up the folder, heavy with cash, and opened it to reveal 5 crisp stacks of 100 $100 bills each. Assassinations don’t come cheap, and Harry prioritizes the higher-paying customers. In other words, the sooner you want someone dead, the more money you should be willing to shell out. $50,000 isn’t much compared to most of his other offers, but because Harry wasn’t planning any other kills, he decided to go about prioritizing the operation. He flipped through the information, identifying the twenty year old college student that he was supposed to kill. He laid out the three included photographs of the girl and identified her address on a map. He read through her daily schedule, put together by the unnamed person who had hired him, and went about identifying the lowest-risk time to pursue and kill her. He ventured into the depths of his expansive closet, retrieving the black duffel bag that contained his gloves, his attire, his shoes, his ammunition, and his small, silver handgun as well as his perfectly sharpened steel knife. He never uses both the gun and the knife in one killing; he just likes the option. He grabbed the roll of heavy duty black tape from the bag and went about taping the bottoms of his shoes so that the patterns they would normally leave behind were masked. He put the bag by his front door and went about his day, eagerly anticipating nightfall.
okay so this is my first published oneshot but this is the first 500 words of the one shot, the rest will be put up soon - hopefully tomorrow or the day after.
The intense rubbing of Y/N’s eyes caused her to see stars, it was almost a blissful departure from the reality that lay in front of her. Bills. Stacks of bills. That all required a certain amount of funds that her and Harry definitely did not have and definitely could not make by the end of the month. It was a struggle; being a young couple living on the outskirts of London, still studying at University while simultaneously living a fulfilling and fruitful life. It was difficult for them both, Harry and Y/N barely managing to hold onto two full time jobs and still having barely enough funds in their bank accounts to last their next fortnightly pay.
Y/N’s eyes flittered over to the boy that she loved, who was slumped across the mattress they shared in their tiny apartment, after an exhausting night shift at the local bar. The cash he made from tips thrown on the table for her to count. 35 quid. Not even enough to pay off their gas and electricity bills for this month. Let alone rent, internet, weekly food, phone bills.
A loud groan and string of profanities from Y/N’s mouth had awoken Harry from his slumber, one eye open to eye his girl swearing profusely while reading over the horror letters they had seemed to put off and was now catching up on them. His groggy voice breaking her from her personal antics, “Love, don’ worry about it yeah, we’ll get through it, we always do, y’know we do. Just gotta keep on workin’, I’ll pick another shift up at the bar if we’re really desperate.” Her eyes fell to the floor, and her body became slumped and shook with silent cries.
“H… we can’t, it’s too hard, we need to study, we’re in our final year, we can’t keep putting off our education in order to work at a dingy fucking bar seven nights a week, we need to graduate. I can’t let you stop studying in order to pick up another shift, it’s not fair.” A silence fell between the two of them, neither one of them knowing what to say. She had a point, exams were quickly approaching and without the marks they needed to get, they wouldn’t be able to graduate and maintain a proper, good paying job that they so desperately wanted and that would enable the young couple to live a life that would be satisfying.
“I’ve got an idea,” he paused as he watched Y/N’s eyes catch his, her eyebrows raised, “I mean, I used t’do it before we started datin’ I swear. Only before. But it got me a bit o’cash that I needed and it paid the bills for a bit, ’n I know you probably won’t like it but it did work f’me and I reckon it’d work better ‘n we’d get more money if we did it as a couple,”
request: nonexistent! this was directly out of my mind (’:
word count: ~3700
a/n: good jesus christ this one took far too long to write. this is my first post of the blog, though, so color me excited for what’s to come! also i’m so tired. this has drained my energy for some reason. ugh. please do request though i have nothing to write and my ideas sort of go everywhere when i don’t have a solid idea in mind! thanks for reading! <3
summary: in which a sarcastic comment has draco calling you “princess”. he’s also kind of an ass. a very attractive, rude ass. (contains swearing ofc)
requested: please can you do imagine where y/n is on tour with shawn and he proposed to her and then before the Q&A it’s cute and fluffy and shawn goes to Q&A and fans ask about y/n so she goes to shawn and fans see ring and ask about it and shawn is talking about it and y/n says something like “you told it first. you owe me a dinner cute ass” bc they made a deal about who spills the tea about proposal 😊 also sorry for my English bc I’m from Poland 😊
AHH THIS IS SUPA CUTE I LOVE LOVE LOVE
also teen mendes helped me out again 😂😂😂 what would i do without her
“y/n!” shawn burst through the doors of the tour bus. you were laying across the small couch, not really having much to do while shawn was at sound check before his q&a. “come with me m'lady.”
he stretched his hand out to help you off the couch as you giggled at his cheesiness.
“where are you taking me?” you asked, following him out of the now empty tour bus. he led you away from the venue he was due to perform at in 2 hours, and into a small park area.
“let’s take a walk or something, i feel bad i have to perform on your birthday.” he apologized, again. you knew deciding to join him on tour would mean he would be performing on your birthday, and you were okay with it.
“shawn, its fine honestly. as long as i get to see you, i’m fine with it.”
he shook is head, “well i’m not fine with it. it’s your birthday y/n, it only comes around once a year! we’re gonna take a walk.”
you just nodded, interlocking your hands and letting shawn pull you along. thankfully it was a nice day here in new york, the sun was shining as you walked along the deserted pathway.
you loved that even with his busy schedule, shawn always tried to take some time in the day to spend with you. no matter what he was doing.
“i love you,” you sighed, thinking out loud.
he chuckled, “that was random but i love you too,” he kissed your temple.
you admired the scenery around you, the trees were decorated with little fairy lights for when it got dark and there were many gardens full of flowers as you walked along the path. you decided that this place must be busier at night.
in the distance, there was a lady walking her dog coming your way. even from afar, you could tell the dog wasn’t on a leash. shawn noticed too, hoping the dog wouldn’t run to him or else his allergies would act up.
“shawn! that dog is adorable!” you exclaimed, “i so hope it comes here.”
as if on cue, the dog runs towards you barking happily.
“hi!” you crouched down, meeting the small dog. it jumped on you multiple times, excited to see someone new. “aren’t you a cutie?”
the owner of the dog soon caught up to her runway dog, “i’m so sorry, she likes to escape sometimes. there’s usually nobody here at this time so i bring her without the leash.”
you were too busy playing with the puppy to answer, but shawn was quick to answer the elderly woman.
“oh no worries, as you can tell my girlfriend loves dogs. we don’t mind.” he said, smiling down at you and the dog.
“oh it’s very clear, she’s adorable. so what brings you to this path at this time of day? it’s normally empty.” the lady tried making small talk with shawn while you were pre occupied. he told the lady why he brought you here, speaking in a low voice so you wouldn’t hear him.
“okay girl, its time to go.” the woman called to the dog. “this cute couple needs some alone time.” she picked the dog up from your hands as it whimpered, not wanting to leave. you didn’t want it to leave either.
“bye! thanks for letting me play with your adorable dog.” you said as the lady continued in the opposite direction of the two of you.
as you walked along the path, shawn shoved his free hand in his pack pocked. sighing in relief seconds after.
“everything okay?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“oh what? yeah,” he said. “i was just checking to make sure i had my phone.”
you nodded, knowing fully well his phone was on the bus still, but you said nothing of it. it was probably nothing.
shawn released his grip on your hand, suddenly stopping a few feet behind you. you hadn’t noticed at first, you were to engrossed in the scenery around you.
“y/n,” he called, you barely heard him his voice was so soft. you turned around, greeted with shawn on one knew in front of you. you covered your mouth with your right hand, tears already welling up in your eyes. he grabbed your free hand quickly before beginning to talk.
“i was gonna do this tonight on stage but i couldn’t wait another minute. y/n when i first saw you at geoff’s birthday party i was left speechless because you were beyond gorgeous. i asked you out that night and lucky for me you said yes and i will never forget that. you gave me a chance and showed me beautiful things i never would’ve seen without you, when i fell in love with you it felt like magic and i want to make you feel the same now will you give me another chance but to let me show you unimaginable things this time and marry me?”
you simply nodded, not being able to form proper words or sentences right now. you held your left hand out for him to slip the beautiful ring on, as he did. both your smiles were probably the widest they have ever been.
“i love you,” you finally managed to get out, smashing your lips onto his. once you pulled away, he pulled you into him, kissing the top of your head multiple times. you stayed in his embrace for what seemed like hours until your phone started ringing.
sighing, you pulled away from shawn to check the caller ID. it was andrew, most likely looking for shawn. you put it on speaker before it connected.
“y/n where is shawn?” andrew asked, “he needs to be at the q and a in 30 minutes!”
shawn’s eyes widened, completely forgetting about the q&a.
“sorry andrew, we’ll be there. we just took a walk for a bit.”
andrew sighed, saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. you stuffed your phone into your back pocket and reconnected your hand with shawn’s.
as you walked, you admired the ring that now had a permanent place on your left hand. it was stunning, it was exactly what you wanted.
“do you like it?” shawn asked, noticing you admiring it. “if you don’t we can change it.”
“no,” you smiled, shaking your head. “it’s perfect. i love it, it’s exactly how i pictured it to be. i’m glad you didn’t wait until later to do this.”
“me too,” he smiled. “but are we gonna announce it right away?”
“well everyone on the team is going to see it, but maybe we could have a little fun with announcing it.” you smirked.
“oh yeah? like what?”
“well,” you grinned, a plan was already forming. “whoever spills about the engagement first before announcing it, owes the other person a dinner.”
“oh you’re on!” shawn exclaimed.
you arrived at the venue quicker than expected, the two of you entering through the back and finding your way to shawn’s dressing room.
“sorry i’m late!” shawn said as the two of you burst through the doors. “we got a little distracted.”
you blushed, smiling at the ground.
“i’ll say,” geoff interrupted. “y/n is that new?” he motioned to the ring shawn had placed on your finger only minutes ago.
shawn nodded, “i couldn’t wait until later, she was playing with this dog and i just had to do it.
the crew in the dressing room congratulated the two of you multiple times. you told them you weren’t announcing it right away when they tried to take videos of you for instagram and snapchat.
“i hate to break this up,” andrew interrupted. “but shawn you have to go to the q&a.”
he nodded, quickly kissing you before exiting the room with the rest of his team leaving you alone in the dressing room.
not even 10 minutes later, geoff appeared at the door, letting you know shawn wanted you to come out there. apparently the fans had asked about you.
you followed him to the small room where the q&a was being held, the room erupted in screams once you walked in.
you shyly waved, unfortunately you already forgot about the ring and you waved with your left hand.
“hey, a few of them wanted to say happy birthday.” shawn said, wrapping his arm around you as you stood next to the table where he sat.
“thank you.” you blushed, not enjoying having this much attention plus almost 100 cameras on you.
shawn picked a girl near the front to ask a question.
“this one is actually for y/n,” she said. “is that an engagement ring on your finger?”
you looked at shawn, hoping he would answer. mostly because you didn’t like to talk in front of so many people, but you also wanted a free dinner.
“it actually is,” he beamed as the crowed erupted in cheers yet again. you listened as he told them the details of what happened, so much for keeping it a secret.
“also shawn,” you butted in once he finished the story. “you told first.”
his eyes widened, “oh shit, so much for that.”
“tough luck,” you patted his chest. “you owe me a dinner babe.”