Shut Up & Drive [Larry Stylinson] discontinued

Catorce

K/N: Catorce = 14

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If there was to be one person in the world who was completely and utterly fucked over, it would be Harry Edward Styles.

I need you to transport a very important, fragile, and critical package for me.

Now, if he was still on the job, then he would not mind making the delivery. However, Harry Styles had made it rather clear that he was retiring from his transporting days. The memories and feeling of adrenaline flowing through his body will forever be a part of him.

But he was ready to turn over a new leaf and find a different working occupation.

"Um, unfortunately, I will not be able to deliver this delicate package for you, boss. Can I call you boss?" Harry said.

"You are allowed to call me boss. I kind of like the ring to it," Johnson chuckled darkly. "However, I would like the explanation as towards why you will not be able to deliver this package."

Harry was rather impressed as to how he was able to keep his blankly blunt face for this long. Nonetheless, the expression remained on the man's face as he answered Johnson.

"If you haven't heard the news, I'm retiring from the transporting business. I had a very good run if I do say so myself. But it's time to try something different for once," Harry explained.

A smug smile stretched across Johnson's face before he began to play with his gun.

"You know, most bosses in these kinds of situations would just kill the person right here on the spot. No hesitation," Johnson said as he pulled the barrel back. "However, I'm going to give you an option that you cannot refuse."

He held the gun to Harry's head, surprised that the man had managed to remain in the same blunt and blank state throughout this operation. Nonetheless, it left a rather strong and astounding impression on Johnson.

"Here's the deal: you transport this package for me, I let you live and might even throw in some money. Refuse to transport this package, well, I assume you have an idea as to what'll happen."

So either I take the job and live or refuse the job and die, Harry had thought to himself.

"45 Seconds Styles, what'll be?" Johnson asked.

Thinking about his friends and family back in Holmes Chapel, Harry sighed before giving Johnson the answer he wanted to hear.

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Johnson led Harry Styles towards the garage part of the establishment. As much as Harry hated the situation that he was in, he was a bit relieved that he gets to drive one last time.

"This package needs to be transported from Barcelona to Madrid. It's important that nothing happens to this package throughout the delivery. From there, I will give you further instructions as to what is coming next," Johnson explained. "When you get to Madrid, you will have a week to relax and do whatever you please: drink, get laid, shop, exercise, explore, etc., etc."

Harry looked down at the bracelet that was on his left wrist. It looked rather similar to some high-tech detection bracelet only people in the fictional world would contain. He kept a mental note to himself to ask Boss about the bracelet before they leave.

"You will be provided a cell phone that contains one number—my number. When you arrive in Madrid or if anything happens, call me. I was kind enough to get a Range Rover since I know that you love the vehicle to death and it makes sense to drive the car you're familiar with."

Harry nodded before he had opened the car door to see a person sitting on the passenger's side.

When said person looked over to make eye contact, Harry Edward Styles, once again, was completely and utterly fucked.

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K/N: And this, ladies and gentlemen, is where our adventure begins.

I love you all. Until next time, see you soon. -Katty<3