*Louis’s POV*

Who in the world would be knocking on the door like a madman at… I looked at the clock on the wall, nine o’clock in the morning? Oh, well, that wasn’t too unreasonable. I don’t even remember falling asleep on the couch the night before. I guess I had a couple more beers than I noted. I groaned as I got to my feet, rubbing my head as I walked to my door. I opened it, meeting eye-to-eye with a stranger. “’Ello, mate!” I could hear the fakeness in the accent a mile away.

“What?” I groggily asked.

The blue-eyed male sighed. “Actually, I’m your new neighbor.” He pointed up in the air. “I’ll be living above you. Just thought I’d better say hi and warn you of the moving trucks.”

I looked past him to see a few trucks by the curb. Men were carrying odd pieces of furniture up to the steps that were on the side of the building to the second floor. Yeah, this apartment was big, but only held two flats that rested on top of each other. “Whatever, okay.”

“My name’s Colton. I just came from America yesterday. You’re Louis Tomlinson, right? Shouldn’t be hard to figure out. I mean, you are a part of a boyband.”

Yeah, okay, I was still half asleep. I let the words he just said run through my brain a little. Okay, Colton, got the name. Where he was from? America? “Wait. America?” I asked. “What brings you here in the cold London?”

Colton waved it off like it was no big deal. “Nothing really. Just work.”

I looked him over again, really taking in his appearance. He had on quite casual clothes. Jeans and steel-toes with a black trench coat. He was slightly taller than me, though we were at eye-level. He was standing on the second to the first step, so that mean he was well over 6’2”. Damn, he actually wasn’t bad looking either. But there was something about him. Even with his quirky attitude, he seemed to be a lot smarter than he let on.

“Ah, well.” I finally managed to say. “Welcome to London. Want some tea?”

“Actually, that sounds nice. May I?”

“By all means.” I said, taking a step back and holding a hand out to let him in. I was glad to finally shut the door to the cold outside. “Shouldn’t you be telling the men where to put the furniture?” I asked, a little curious.

He waved it off. “It’ll be fine. They’ll know.”

I shrugged. It wasn’t any of my business anyways. I walked into the kitchen, grabbing the kettle off the stove. “My, I’ll tell you what, I’ve barely been here for 24 hours and I already feel at home.” Colton said as he took a seat at the table in the room.

“Oh, really?” I asked, not sure if I really cared. Silence let on for a few minutes as I prepared the kettle with water and placed it back on the stove.

“You look like you’ve had a rough night before.” Colton nodded toward my clothing that I was still wearing from yesterday, wrinkled and I was pretty sure he could smell the alcohol radiating from it.

I leaned back against the counter, resting my hands on the counter tops as I shrugged. “Yesterday wasn’t exactly a fun day.”

“I feel you, man.” Colton sighed as he leaned back against the chair he was sitting in.

I felt myself snort and speak before I could really stop myself. “Oh, and did that involve your best friend trying to hook you up with a girl you’d rather have nothing to do with?”

Colton laughed. It was so loud and sudden that it made me jump some. “Oh, man, sorry, that cracks me up. Actually, not… really. I’m actually trying to find a girl here in London. She’s supposed my partner in crime for the job I’m required to do here.” He offered me a grin as he stood up from his chair. “Actually, I think you might know her…”

My face scrunched up in confusion. He held up a hand, “She’s about this tall, long, brown hair, eyes greener than anything I’ve ever seen. She’s a pretty little thing, I’ll add.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. Everything thing he just noted off sounded like Cat, but who could I be kidding? Any girl could have that description. Colton’s eyebrows raised up some. “Still don’t know who I’m talking about? Ah, your memory must be fading some. I sometimes forget the memory of a normal human being…” He let out a breath. “Okay, this should really ring a bell. She’s a part of the CIA. During your little tour in America two years ago, you hid her in a little compartment on the bus you were touring on.”

My eyes widened. No way. He knew about her? I wasn’t sure what to do. Do I lash out? Do I run? No, listen to him Louis. He knows about Cat. He could help you. “You both were involved in a little scandal. Two CIA agents were trying to kill you for money, but it seemed their plans failed. Yeah, I can see it in your eyes. You know exactly who I am talking about.”

I swallowed. I didn’t know what to say. “Are you…”

He laughed loudly again. “Oh, dear God, no. I’m not here to kill you or anything. In fact, it’s quite the opposite… well, the opposite of killing is pretty much bringing back to life. Yeah, okay, let’s think of it like that. I’m going to bring you back to life, buddy.”

“What?” I asked. I was obviously confused.

Colton smiled at me. I heard the kettle beside me go off. Colton moved before I could, grabbing the rag and picking it up. “I’m going to help you bring her back.” Colton explained, smiling at me. “Now, where are those tea bags? Or do you use something different?”

I stared at him. His eyes widened some and moved his head to tell me to get a move on. The fuck? Did he seriously just tell me that he would help me get Cat back? I numbly grabbed for the tea in the cabinet. He helped himself. I could only watch. Who was this mysterious man? What did he know?

I had so many questions. But there was one question than ran above all of the others.

Could I trust him?

Notes

Oh damn, I wonder what plan Colton has up his sleeve. Crazy bastard.

Lol :P