The Silence That Screams

Louis' POV:

"Two hours, Harry." Louis said, his stoic gaze looking across at the small club on the other side of the street.

A double decker bus passed by him and he half expected the building to have disappeared by the time the tall vehicle traveled on.

When it didn't, he cursed his luck.

He hated improper preparation and two hours was beyond unacceptable.

Which meant sarcastic Louis was afoot and no one liked that side of him, but what could they do? They had all received the mission at the same time.

"I'm well aware, but our orders were clear. Get in, find the Stone brats and make sure the message is delivered," Harry responded with conviction, continuing on after a small breath to relax the tension in his deep Cheshire accent. The tone to it was like a piece of velvet being polished over a rigid rock.

"This is our chance to prove to my father that we can do anything at a tick's notice." Harry insisted, the echo of his voice vibrating the microscopic hairs in Louis' ear.

Louis just stood there, his eyes deadpanned at the uninviting lug of bricks they had the nerve to call a decent music venue.

Then again, East London was one scary place to be at any given moment of day and it was beyond him why Daniel Stone would let his darling spawn go from posh to the tough and gritty.

As the old saying goes: If you have a plate of Filet Mignon, why trade it in for fish and chips?

"Hence the problem, amigo. We're pulling this mission so far out our arses that it's leaving a fire-flaming rainbow trail. This has a 'catch me if you can' vibe written all over it." Louis reasoned with concern, hearing Zayn come in over his receiver to join the conversation between him and their leader.

"According to the texts between Sophia and Dylan, he has a show tonight. His band; Screaming Scared, are booked for a seven o'clock performance. Sophia will be there for support," Zayn filled them both in and continuing on with extra information that may or may not be useful.

"They're opening for Asher Heart, a world-renowned musician. If you haven't heard of him – he got famous for singing – "

Louis started to snore into his ear piece so Zayn got the memo that he didn't give a flying monkey's arse.

In fact, he was too busy eyeing the second story with disdaining hatred.

He did not like heights and Louis would be damned if he was going to Spiderman it up the side just to get in.

The smell of petrol exhaust with a mixture of street food polluted his nostrils, reminding him he was out in the open and that was generally a bad idea all around.

"Less is more, Zayn." Harry interjected before Zayn could retort, hoping Louis could get along with the middle-eastern bloke until they got the job done.

Sadly, wishes never came true for Harry Styles and they never would.

"Yeah, Achmed. The less you speak, the happier I am," Louis antagonized with a sardonic smirk, hearing Harry groan.

"Actually," Louis paused, pretending to pull out a basket from behind him. "I have a lot of fucks to give away, my hamper is at full –"

"Louis!" Harry hissed, his snake-like breath releasing like the howling winds through a forest.

A deflated sound followed the snark warning.

"Never mind, they just flew off. Thanks Harry." Louis rolled his eyes, gazing back at the front of the building; which was very easy to spot as the bloke stood cattycorner from the concert club.

"Louis..." Harry trailed off. "Don't piss me off."

Louis snorted in reply, waiting for his chance to cross the street so he wouldn't get hit by any oncoming vehicles.

"I believe I'm ten years too late there, mate." He retorted, eyeing the busy streets of mindless young drones on their cellphones and going through the notions of just pure existence from the touch of a screen and fast-paced legwork.

It was absolutely astonishing how stupid the world had become and yet, it was easier for the criminals to manipulate the simpleminded.

That is why Louis William Tomlinson was glad he was on the intellectual list of those who were painfully aware.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked in alarm, watching Louis from where he was stationed, seeing his older partner cross the road towards the building.

"What do we know about the Stone brats?" Louis ignored Harry's blatant panic, keeping a steady pace as to not hold up oncoming traffic.

He got across without incident.

A small pause of silence followed his question before Zayn answered.

"Their father owed Damien money. A ten-year loan that was never repaid and any further attempts at contact have been ignored. With interest, the loan exceeds well over five million. Mere pocket change with the firm that Daniel Stone has now." Zayn rushed to explain, his brown eyes stalking the short haired brunette.

"Seriously, what the bloody hell are you doing?!" Harry exclaimed, feeling the gentle wind from the cooling weather blow across his face.

His red cheeks were only growing redder at the blatant ignorance coming from the older man and he knew Louis was doing it deliberately to piss him off.

Nonetheless, he decided to grace his leader with an answer.

"I'm not Spiderman and I refuse to Tarzan it up a building without proper gear. I'm doing it old-style, mate." Louis told him sternly, plastering on a fake smile and heading toward the club.

A large security guard was standing there, waiting for the personnel to come and get things set up.

His hard gaze zeroed in on Louis as he approached.

"Hi! I'm Asher Heart's new assistant. Lebron. You've heard of me, mate. Take my word for it." Louis greeted pleasantly with a wink.

"Fuck me!" Harry yelled out in frustration.

Good thing he was already upwind and out of a populated area. That would be awkward to hear a twenty-three year old randomly screaming profanities.

"Louis, I'm going to kill you. In fact, I'm going to murder your unborn children in front of you just so you can watch!" Harry vowed gruffly.

Louis smiled wider, eyes glistening with amusement.

He loved to piss Harry off, even if it was far from the right time.

No matter, he had bigger issues at the moment.

Like the God-like looking superhuman man in front of him that could possibly eat him in one bite if he had wanted to.

The guard cocked his head with entertainment.

"Really? Who are you replacing?" He smirked, crossing his large arms over his cast-iron chest.

His stance was tall; about six inches taller than the short criminal in front of him – and unlike said criminal, he was built like a brick wall.

Louis wasn't. He was short, reaching only 5'10 and weighing a mere hundred and fifty pounds.

That didn't stop him from retorting a response, because confrontation was one thing he was never good at walking away from.

"Satan?" He quipped to the hulk figure in front of him, shivering slightly from the intense glare of the other fellow's hazel-browns.

Harry blew air out his nose in a huff.

"Fuck me." Harry muttered again.

Much like the young leader, the guard was similarly bemused and he let the other bloke know.

"Get out of here!" He ordered sternly, pointing back to where Louis had come from.

Louis shrugged, choosing to walk down the sidewalk back toward the alley that led to the other side of the building.

"Piss on a munchkin and tell them it's raining – Hulk's got issues longer than his dick." Louis muttered, quickening his pace when he noticed the CCV cameras moving steadily back and forth across the lot he had to cross.

"Speaking of golden showers; Zayn – "The brunette started, chuckling when Harry interjected the conversation between them to keep peace.

Oh, how he wished he could rip the other man's balls off and shove them up his arse, but Harry was a stickler when it came to murder in his own group and made it clear to the older male that he was not to kill the hacker under any circumstances.

Though, certain events could present themselves in ways to which death could easily be explained – and the young hatchling Louis called boss would be none the wiser.

Zayn better just pray to Allah that he doesn't forget to lock his door one night – Harry's advice be damned.

Hell, he could pick locks and smothering isn't very hard – all he'd have to do is get an extra pillow and...

"Louis! Are you there?" Harry's voice droned in on his scheming thoughts, bringing him back into the busy hustle of London.

Especially the smell of spicy orange coconut chicken simmering across the street. It almost made his mouth water.

Seriously, when were they going to eat?

He touched the sensitive button on his ear piece.

"No. I decided to go to magic island for a vaca. I heard it was nice this time of year. Seriously, the bloody hell kinda question is that, mate? Yes. I'm here and making my way towards the back of the venue as we speak." He confirmed, noticing the cameras had all simultaneously stopped moving.

"Achmed? Reroute the wireless transmissions to a different channel. I'm thinking the goat fucking network. It shouldn't be much of a problem, it's saved under your favorites isn't it?"

He could hear a throaty growl erupt from his receiver, making him snort.

"Settle easy there, Cujo. You'll bust a blood vessel." Louis hummed, his feet increasing speed to get out of sight by the norms.

Behind the building, the scent of spicy chicken disappeared and even as he tried to halt his breath, the stench of stale bread and sewage was an unwelcome greeting in the dank old alleyway where businesses discarded their disgusting rubbish.

"I'm here, where did you two g -AAH!" Louis jumped when his small body was harshly gripped and thrown into the side of the nearest wall. "Fuck my great aunt Shirley with a cactus!" He exclaimed as a pair of arms wrapped around his head.

A set of hands gripped his throat, Louis looked up to see it was only Zayn.

"Oh." He realized and brought his foot up under the crook of the younger man's knee.

Zayn fell back onto his ass from the sharp kick, but not before glaring up at his infuriating partner.

"ENOUGH!" Harry calmed the growing tension, stepping beside Louis and helping the middle Eastern bloke back onto his feet. "We're going to talk about this later. Right now, we have fuck all in the way of direction and we need to figure out something before we lose the opportunity."

Louis sighed, rubbing his hand over his forehead as he did so. He was tired, hungry and pissed as all hell, but of course that didn't matter. They were given a job and they had damn well succeed.

"Okay – why don't we just buy a ticket to the event? We can blend in with the dumb bellends until we get close enough to the stage and then when we see them – "Louis was cut off.

"Okay and what happens if you shoot the wrong bastard that happens to be passing by at the time? Not a smart idea. No. This needs to look natural..." Harry trailed off, his eyebrows furrowing in great thought.

Luckily, Louis was there to help.

"Oh! How about we send in Achmed here with me and he can yell hakuna matata before firing a shot upward and while everyone's running – "Louis felt a punch land on his shoulder, this time coming from Harry.

"Oy! I was being serious! People tend to take the whole terrorist threat to paranoia level like – so why not? They run, I shoot – "Louis rushed to explain, rubbing his shoulder at the sting and possible bruise it was going to have.

"Yeah and what happens if you miss?" Zayn challenged, folding his arms across his chest.

Louis shrugged.

"Harry will be outside just in case, you'll be tagged as Britain's most wanted – "

"Louis!" Harry growled, warning him to stop.

"Fine! What do you suggest? Because I am in no bloody fucking way chim-chimmining my arse up two stories to climb in a window two stories up. No hablo happening, capeesh?" Louis glowered, copying Zayn's stance by throwing his arms across his chest in defiance.

Harry rubbed his forehead.

"I was thinking the window up there above the balcony. It leads right to the light fixtures and it would keep you hidden from security." Harry spoke aloud, completely ignoring Louis.

"Is it openable though? I mean, maybe the window is only there for decoration?" Zayn interjected his thoughts, also glancing upward to the small window – it would be just big enough for Louis to squeeze through.

Harry let out a small snort.

"Who designs an unopenable window? That doesn't make sense." Harry reasoned, now looking at Louis – he was looking right back at them both like they were batshit crazy.

"Louis – "Harry started.

"Nope. No hablo doing it. No hablo nothing. No hablo English." Louis shook his head.

He really did hate heights.

"Louis – "Harry tried again calmly, glancing up at the window. "I can't fit through and Zayn isn't much good to us dead. You have experience with this sort of thing." He tried to rationalize.

"I do. In fact, I remember a certain member's father locking me up atop a high-rise on the thirty-second floor and forcing me unto the ledge. If you don't remember, here's a reminder: FUCK YO-"

Harry's hand went over Louis' mouth with an exasperated and unenthusiastic glare.

"I remember, but you got down. It took you a week, but you got down and you've climbed higher. Louis, we don't have time to piss around anymore. Please, for the love of the Gods above get serious." Harry pleaded.

He dropped his hand from the other bloke's mouth, watching Louis eye the window in thought.

"How about we compromise? I get into the building while you distract the Hulk at the front?"

Harry declined the idea without thought.

"Too risky. We'd be in plain sight, we need to keep shadowed."

Zayn smirked, choosing to just keep listening. This was better than what any soap opera could offer as far as entertainment went.

"Okay – how about we try the back door?" Louis tried again, swallowing at the very thought of having to climb the bricks.

He shifted to his other leg nervously.

"Doctor Sadistic. Does that sound like a fun time?" Harry tried, knowing they were all very cautious of Sadistic after what they had witnessed done to their cook.

Louis perked up.

"I will gladly pucker my lips an' kiss his arse. In fact, I will help him with the next animal house web show if it meant I didn't have to climb up a building."

Harry expected that, but he still had a trump ace up his sleeve.

"Okay, let's try this then: Sadistic's wife, Sadie. She keeps asking when we'll be by to help her...decorate." Harry shuddered, eyeing the window himself.

Unsecond thought – screw Louis, he'd do it himself. Sadie scared him more than Sadistic ever could.

"Hey, look! It's Wonder Woman! Wait...nope, it's just a man screaming like a bitch as he falls to his death from a second story building." Louis finished sardonically, walking to just under the rustic decayed bricks.

Zayn followed over with Harry.

"We'll be right here to catch you if you fall." Harry assured, receiving a scoff from Zayn.

"Speak for yourself, man. I'd let him drop." Zayn replied with an underlying tone of promise.

Louis turned briskly and let his fist fly towards the younger one's cheek at the light threat. He already didn't like him because of the shit he had got them into before, but to tell Louis that he'd let him fall was enough to warrant a reaction.

Zayn however, was quick to catch Louis' wrist and flip him so his chest was against the wall and his arm was held back behind him.

Both men breathed heavily for a moment, each pausing to consider their actions.

Harry just stood there watching. If they needed to get some sort of pissing contest out of the way, then who was he to stop them?

"We're wasting time." Zayn decided with a growl, pushing the other bloke before releasing him completely.

Louis stilled for a brief second, using the indents of his fingers and tips of his Toms to get a secure grip of the deep ridges of missing clay.

"That's not going to work." Zayn observed smugly when Louis ended up catching one of his fingernails on one of the brick's edges and swearing when it bent back.

"No shit! Do you see any rope? Cause I don't!" Louis hissed, clutching his hand with the slight nail injury.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned behind him to a small black backpack.

"I brought some." He told Louis, noticing that there wasn't any way to latch it straight up.

Louis picked up on that too.

"Great, we can use it to strangle hulk. I'm not sure what bloody good that's going to do! Seriously, Harry? Your father calls and says that he wants two people dead. We say 'aye sir, and who ye' want choked? He says; why the Stone brats of course. How dare you not already know that when I literally just called. The incompetence! We of course kiss his ass. Then he says: They're going to a concert and it's in a few hours, good luck and if ya fail me I will pull your stomach out through your ears! Have a good mission – oh and it's located in the shittiest place in London and has two stories, bye!" Louis full on ranted, his hands gesturing about wildly as he was also talking in sign language at the same time.

Zayn's smirk had widened to a laugh and Harry stood there stoic as usual, rope now laying limp in his large hand.

"Okay, that's not the way that call went and you know it. Also, we hear you perfectly. We aren't Niall and have no idea how to even go about starting to comprehend that mess and lastly – I might have an idea..." Harry paused, his eyes going to the side of the building where it was reinforced with two iron beams.

Louis actually looked a little worried. When Harry says he has an idea, it was usually a good time to run.

Zayn must have put the pieces together before him because the next thing Louis knew, the rope was being tied around his waist.

"Fuck me." Louis muttered, knowing this was not his day.

Zayn couldn't say the same. He was happy just knowing the other one was miserable.

"Take the end of the rope and loop it around the support. Each section has a little space to keep you from falling down, but in case you do it won't be a problem." Harry assured again, helping Louis loop the end of the rope to the beam that was anchored around his midsection.

Louis looked at Harry, then upward to the window.

"Remind me again why we aren't using the backdoor?" Louis asked, taking the rope that Harry had handed him.

"Because that's the greenroom. If we used that door we would be caught instantly. I checked the back already. It's a no go. All staff and personnel of the bands have to report to the front. Asher Heart's security already have it covered. At least this way they won't think to check the fixtures. That is the only way we're getting this done." Harry spoke with finality, pointing toward the center window with a small ledge under it.

Louis observed it for a moment, cocking his head.

"Okay – well, maybe we can wait for them to come out of the concert and double tap them then?" He suggested, watching the leader's eyes dim darker. That usually meant it was Go-Go Gadget running shoes, because he was almost out of patience.

Still, Louis didn't think there was any harm in trying.

"Harry? That window is in the center of ze bricks and ye ol' rusty poles are not. For God sakes, my dick is bigger than that ledge! How in all the ninth circles of Hell do you expect me to get across? Swing like Tarzan? Because if I fall from that height, all the king's horses and his men are not going to be able to put Louis back together again and you'll end up at least three inches shorter than what you started trying to catch me – possibly a few broken bones, but that's not important." He waved dismissively, hoping they could just execute the murders after the show.

Unfortunately, Harry still wasn't giving up.

Instead, he took his nine-millimeter from the back of his waistband and cocked the gun off safety; the sharp click of metal unmistakable in tense air.

The stench of the rubbish and foul wind grew stronger the more time they spent in the alley. It was almost due for traffic in the area to start picking up, which usually meant that their window of opportunity to go unnoticed was closing to an end.

"You've done this before," Harry reminded darkly, taking a step forward with his gun raised. "I will shoot you in the ass if I don't see you start to climb in the next five ticks."

That threat made Zayn a little leery of the young lad, especially once he pulled his gun out.

Louis on the other hand didn't seem bothered.

"Alright. You do that. Then explain to Damien why his assassin ended up with a bullet in the arse – that will go well." He retorted sarcastically with an eye roll.

Zayn spoke up, now playing peacekeeper.

He wasn't going to, but Harry was slowly adding pressure to the trigger and it was now pointed at Louis' crotch and as much of a satisfaction as it would be to hear the epic screams of a man getting shot in the sunless place, Zayn knew Harry would regret the action.

"H? Untie him and give me two minutes. I can tap into their power source and take it down for a few. That will leave more places vulnerable as they struggle to find out what happened and restore electric." Zayn explained, taking out a small phone-like device.

Harry relaxed some and begrudgingly nodded while untying his fellow gang member.

"Aw, Zaynie," Louis smirked. "I didn't know you cared."

Zayn ignored him and went to access the building's main frame to see if there was a way to overload the circuits.

"How long before the CCTVs are back online?" Harry asked, seeing Zayn work fast through the program he was using.

Zayn's face twisted into one of thought.

"Ten or so? Maybe less. I'll knock them off again once I plunge this place into the middle ages." Zayn smirked, glancing at Louis with an all-knowing look.

Louis let out a scoff.

"Don't flatter yourself goat whisperer. You were only partially responsible for knocking the grid off in half of Britain. I completed the mission by blowing it up and it was only for a week."

Mentioning that, it was Zayn's turn to snort.

"Please. You blew up the building next door over a botched job and Damien had both our asses beat for that one."

Louis shrugged.

"Still counts." He muttered.

Harry rubbed his head to ease another migraine he felt coming on.

"Will you two just shut the fuck up? I need to hear myself think and you two debating who screwed the goose first is driving me up the bloody wall! I'm this close to losing me trollies, so for heaven sakes, just get what you need to do done!"

Louis took his hand and patted Harry's shoulder.

"Relax." He breathed, taking the leader's gun from him.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but realized he had the second one in a holster tucked inside his dark burgundy silk shirt.

"I need to borrow this." Louis told Harry, pocketing the metal weapon next to his.

The leader nodded, knowing Louis' gun sometimes jammed. He had forgotten, given Louis was being difficult as usual.

"Yeah. Well, good luck. I'll contact you through your ear piece to let you know when they get here." Harry said, looking at Zayn who shouted in victory.

"Power down in ten...nine – "He started toward the far side of the narrow alleyway, Louis jogging behind him with Harry taking larger strides to keep up. "Eight...seven..."

They reached the unguarded back door, the security cameras already offline.

Louis plunged his hands into the back pocket of his pants and got his lockpicks.

The metal with thin, but he had been able to pick locks since primary school.

"And my teachers told me I'd never amount to anything. Joke's on those bitches." Louis triumphed, putting the sharp end into the small keyhole.

"Six...five – "Zayn kept count, watching Louis do what he did best.

Harry watched on fondly as well, glad those two could get along for three seconds to work together. That's what made his team so successful. Their ability to play off each other's strengths.

The lock gave with a small click, Louis' hand gripping the nob.

"Four...three...two..." Zayn looked down at his timer, the sound of the power generators heating up and simultaneously failing.

"Go, go, go!" Harry urged, just as Zayn got to one.

The next moment they blinked. Louis was already inside the complex, utter darkness diming the room around him. He shut the door to avoid protection and shadowed himself against the wall.

"WHA' TA BLOODY 'ELL 'APPENED? We 'ave tah aars ta shoa-time! Get me ay flasher-lighty thingamajig, will ya?!" A Scottish voice called from the next room over.

"We're trying to locate one!" Another yelled back almost right away, walking into a partially set up drum set – at least that's what it sounded like to Louis.

"Fuck a goat!" He cried out in pain.

Louis gave a lipped smirk at the mention.

"Get somewhere inconspicuous, Louis." Harry commanded in his ear, snapping him back to the task at hand.

"No Taynkya! I be seeing too much a tat 'n New Zealand." The Scot replied, trying not to bump into anything.

"Did you try your cellphones? They have flashlights on them, don't they?" The younger man asked, attempting to turn his on.

"Nah, just yours you rich bastard." Came the light jabbed response.

Louis' took his phone from his pocket, turning the screen on and facing it outward so he could see, avoiding the direction of where the voices were coming from.

He had entered the backdoor by the greenroom, not inside of it. Luckily the others were on stage setting up and had been completely oblivious to Louis.

Louis however, was very well aware of them and glanced around quickly.

The hall was small and dingy. The green room was directly across from him and the larger area was a circular space to wait or practice.

The main commotion was happening a few feet to the side of the VIP area and the older lad decided that he was going to avoid that at all costs. Luckily, the steps leading up the second level was located to the right of the door.

He chose to skillfully dash up the steps and through a short walkway that led to a private balcony overlooking the stage. Above him, directly behind the seats was the light fixture platform and the window he was almost forced to climb up.

Louis let the thought go immediately and looked, catching a small door off to the side, a sign placed neatly on the old wood.

"Storage closet." Louis muttered, turning his screen off, making a beeline to the small room and going in, closing the door straight after.

As soon as the darkness ingulfed him, he smelt a rather familiar scent that he often associated with a good time and boy, were those fumes strong.

"Holy shit, someone sure had a good party in here." Louis said with a cough, closing his eyes to inhale the left-over fumes.

What he didn't take in account was a response back.

"Had? I'm just getting started mate." The young guy with the relaxed posh London accent replied, the tip of his joint glowing visible in the darkness as he took another hit.

Louis jumped and nearly pissed himself.

"What the elephant-fucking grandmothers! Who the HELL are you?!" Louis found himself yelling.

There was another pregnant silence, the strangers' coughs expelling the milk colored smoke.

"Asher Heart." He finally replied, introducing himself with a smile that Louis couldn't see.

He couldn't see it because he was too busy grabbing for his gun and pointing the butt of the gun out towards the young musician in front.

"Who are you?" Asher asked, hearing Louis' footsteps approach and reaching for his cellphone to turn on his screen.

When it lit up, the room was bathed in a soft blue glow.

That was just enough time to see the dark figure of the other stranger raise his arm.

In the next second, the silhouette of a gun was being brought down and the phone Asher had held in his hand momentarily illuminated Louis' face, right before the younger lad fell unconscious to the blunt trauma he had endured from the gang member's panicked actions.

Louis breathed heavily, eyes wide.

"Oh fuck me, fuck my great aunt Cecilia with a horny badger, fuck a camel's toe, fuck a – "Louis pressed his earpiece and calmed himself, noticing the half smoked joint lying beside Asher's face.

He picked it up and took a long hit.

"Harry?" Louis coughed, taking another deep hit. "I might have fucked the goose – I'd say goat, but I don't want to insult Zayn's girlfriend..." He trailed off.

"Fuck you." Zayn uttered, immediately followed by Harry.

"Lay off him, Louis," He warned, pausing a second. "Did you find a place to lay low? Why are you coughing?" He asked the dead air.

Louis laughed at the stupidity of the query, shaking his head.

"I found a closet, went good for two seconds – then not so good. I'm getting brain numbingly stoned by the way, hope you don't mind." Louis replied casually, crouching down beside Asher.

"Yes, I mind! What the hell happened?!" Harry exclaimed, his tone a growl.

Louis coughed out the smoke.

"Asher was in here smoking. He saw me, I saw him. He is now unconscious and I am now partaking in what he was previously doing. Do I need to get out of the closet or do I just kill him?" Louis asked, not mincing words.

Harry panicked.

"No! He is not the target! Let him alone, just leave. Go up into the light fixtures until showtime, that will be your safest bet. Zayn says he'll restore electricity once you're safely hidden again."

Louis shrugged and stood up to stomp out the joint, cautiously opening the door again and using the dim glow of his phone to guide his way up to where a small ladder was set up to where the fixture beams were.

Once there, he took a crouch on the far-left hand side, the silhouette of the stage in full view.

"Precision is perfect. Everything's a go for tonight." Louis confirmed, finally coming to a full sit.

Those few tokes were enough to calm him. He could do this, he had to. Because that's who he was to Harry and Damien Styles. He was their assassin – their killer, but had he been given a choice – then perhaps there might have been a chance for him.

Notes

A complete revamp to the silence that surrounds. My old story. Revamping the whole thing.