Harry left the office and drove to the graveyard. He walked to Zayn's grave and kneeled down in front of it. He started talking to the tombstone, telling all about their article about prostitution, and how Zayn would've liked it. He told about Red Machete's call and how Payne and Horan wanted him to call the cops.
"You would've understood me, wouldn't you?"
Silence.
"I miss, you, Zayn", Harry sighed, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
That's when he heard a step behind him. Harry spun around in a second and saw two men coming towards him. He immediately felt like something was wrong. He stood up and started walking. The men started running towards him and that's when Harry started running too.
"Stop!" One of the men yelled and Harry heard how they loaded a gun. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. They were walking towards him with a loaded gun. Harry stood frozen in place.
One of the men took a hold of Harry's arm and then the other man hit him in the head with a gun.
Harry fell in the total darkness.
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Assassin's Asylum ✔
FanfictionHarry Styles, 26, was a normal investigative journalist until he got tangled in a case of fraud, betrayal and murders. He has to face many enemies, one assassin in particular who may or may not have some history with Harry. Who will live and who...
