the muscle and the brain part 1
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"Okay so I planned the night perfectly.", Harry announced proudly, making Olivia raise an eyebrow.
"Enlight me, Styles.", his lips formed a smile and before he started talking, she sat in a comfortable position and let her eyes wander on him.
"So... I created a belt... And in every situation you'll be able to activate one specific weapon. Obviously, since the night is planned and nothing could go wrong, you'll be able to activate one weapon at time-"
"What if it doesn't go as planned?", Olivia raised an eyebrow and started sharpening her knives.
Harry shook his head and positioned his glasses on top of his nose.
"Nah, there's absolutely nothing that could go wrong.", Olivia rolled her eyes at his usual answer, while he examined the belt.
"That's what you said the last time and the time before and before. Causing me to almost die!", she exclaimed and stood up from her seat, dropping the knives to the ground.
"I told you I was sorry. There's no need to exaggerate.", he quickly said and stood up to walk towards her.
Slow, painful steps towards the woman who already had her eyes on him.
"Sorry for snapping.", Harry muttered quietly and let his hands familiarise with her hips. Quickly adjusting the belt around her waist, Olivia's fingers tugged his hair here and there.
"I'm sorry. I love you.", he kept talking quietly and kissed her cheek, before hiding his face in the crook of her neck.
"No need to apologise, baby. I'm aware that you're stressed out and I can't lie that I'm not too. It's quite... surreal.", she let her cheek rest against his head and pulled him impossibly closer to her body.
"Surreal?", Olivia nodded at his curious word.
"I have a bad feeling.", Harry loudly gulped and looked back at her, quickly adjusting his position.
"Don't worry.", he kissed her lips, cupping her cheeks. "Now, go put that pretty dress that I bought you.", he kept sending kisses to her lips, making her lightly laugh at his silly, persistent action.
"I don't think I'll be able if you keep kissing me.", she managed to throw the muffled words in between the laughter and kisses.
"I'll help you, then."
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"What's the guy's name again?", Olivia whispered to him in the back of a cab.
"No idea.", she glared at him, before his lips were closer to her ear.
"I'm not joking about that. He's recognisable, don't worry. Shoulder length, blonde hair and dark green suit. You can't miss him."
"What if I shoot the wrong person, Harry?!", Olivia hissed at him, making him roll his eyes.
"I'll show him to you, don't worry."
"With you repeating that word all the time my anxiety is fading away.", she sarcastically commented.
"I'm just reassuring my girlfriend.", Harry found himself rolling his eyes once again.
"Ma'am. Sir. We've arrived.", the driver announced, opening the door of the cab and letting them out.
"What's our name again, darling?", Harry asked her and offered his arm to her.
"I'm Pandora Williams and you are my husband, Owen Williams."
"Good girl.", he kissed her cheek.
"I'll make you not want to call me that ever again by-"
"Okay, okay, Pandora, darling.", they approached a tall man dressed in a black suit, who was standing in front of a large, brown door.
"Invitations?", he asked and Harry quickly handed him the two long papers.
"Names?"
"Pandora and Owen Williams.", Olivia answered sweetly. The man nodded and looked at the long list of names.
"You're not on the list.", the man said, the tone of his voice reminding her of the woman she had killed two nights before.
Ah, how people suddenly become humans when they're about to pathetically die.
"Please check the V.I.P. list.", Harry said to the man with gritted teeth.
The man checked once again and found their names towards the beginning of the long list.
"You may go in.", the man quickly nodded to the security guard, who opened the big door and let them in.
"Another word from him and I would've snapped.", Olivia hissed, tightening the grip on his arm.
"Calm down, love. It's only the beginning of the mission.", Harry reminded her as they kept looking around the enormous ball room.
Couples gracefully dancing and fancy waiters carrying expensive champagne.
"There he is.", Harry whispered in her ear, nodding with his head towards a man whose appearance looked exactly like he had described.
"Doesn't look like a man who has killed 100 people in five minutes.", Olivia shrugged, discretely keeping her eyes on the blonde man.
"We also don't look like we're about to snap his neck.", Harry lightly laughed and grabbed a flute of champagne from a waiter.
"Harry! You're not supposed to drink!"
"Relax, it's just to... uh, let myself go a bit?", Olivia shook her head and walked with him towards the man.
"... and then obviously the business started going. Art is business and business is art. Love selling these little diamonds."
"Good evening, sir.", Harry started saying, the man's attention not anymore on the ladies, but on the unknown couple in front of him.
"Good evening, indeed.", the man nodded towards them and as they didn't go away, he understood that they wanted to talk.
"Business?", the man asked and Olivia nodded, feeling slightly unsure.
"Only her.", he stated, making Harry stop walking.
"We're a couple."
"And I don't care. Just her or nothing.", Olivia looked at him, trying to find some type of answer just with the help of eye contact.
"Fine.", Harry stepped away and let the two walk away.
"What's your name, darling?", he asked, while walking down a corridor. In front of each door there was a security guard. The sight made her lightly shudder.
"Pandora Williams, sir."
"No sir, here. Please call me Thomas. I quite like my name.", he chuckled and Olivia nervously laughed as well.
"Interested in any paintings, Pandora?", Thomas faced her once they arrived in front of a large door.
He quickly pressed his finger on a small screen, that soon after disappeared again.
"The Flower."
"The Flower? You better offer a lot, because that's a painting thousands of people have asked for.", the door opened loudly and the two people finally entered the room.
"I'll take my risk.", Thomas licked his lips at her response and walked towards the large couch in the middle of the room, placed in front of a large room protected by glass.
"Take a seat, darling.", Olivia took a seat beside the man and looked at the glass walls.
Thomas grabbed a remote and pressed a green button. A loud noise was accompanied by the painting Olivia had asked for. The painting appeared in the middle of the glass room, held by a tube of metal.
"Pretty, huh?", Thomas looked at her.
"Gorgeous.", she found another adjective.
"How much are you offering for this beauty?"
"10 million.", Olivia said, keeping her eyes on the painting.
"Hmm, tempting. I feel like I could give it even for free.", the woman looked at him, confusion coated her eyes.
"Maybe if you...", he let out a low laugh and placed his rough hand on her clothed thigh.
"I don't think I comprehend.", she gave her best to push his hand away without making him mad.
"Weird you don't, Olivia.", Thomas forcefully pushed another button. The painting went back from where it came from and metallic doors appeared in front of the wooden ones.
"What?", she confusingly said.
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Published the 10th of May 2020.