AN: Sorry, I had to take my finals early and pack for Manila which I will be off to tomorrow so I was real busy this week. Sorry for the late post but I promise I'll make it up!

We arrived at Arnold Fifer's large, an expensive, luxurious condo occupied by the one and only main boss of one of the biggest sex trafficking businesses in the world.

I made sure to subtly rub whatever dirt was on the sole of my shoes into his spotless white carpet when I entered his place.

I had quite a bad side to me, not to brag or anything of course.

Harry and I searched Arnold's vacant flat, my black gloved fingers tracing whatever funiture I passed by as I ventured around his well kept, white, modern living room while Harry investigated his office space, looking for a usb that had the information of all the girl's names, ages, and pictures who had been kidnapped by his business.

"Oh my gosh!" I suddenly exclaimed with a loud gasp, my eyes widening at the sight by the window before I quickly ran over to the item, hearing Harry stalk into the room at the sound of alarm in my voice.

"What. What did you find." He interrogated in a stern voice, his pierced brows furrowed with an intense look in his dark emerald eyes as I grabbed the nearby spritzer on the window sill.

"He forgot to water his orchids, can you believe that." I breathed out with a shake of my head, checking the parched leaves of the poor plant before spritzing it with some water as I heard Harry slowly inhale a controlled breath behind me.

I bet he was doing that nose pinch he always did when he was frustrated.

I glanced over my shoulder to look at him, confirming my suspicions as Harry crossed his arms over his chest and lowered his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, counting to ten in Italian under his breath.

"Otto, nove, dieci," He slowly counted with a low mutter, enunciating every word perfectly in his deep, raspy, voice before opening his impatient green eyes to glare at me while I continued watering the plants.

"Bambina," Harry said once he was done, catching my attention.

"Let me see the stickers you got from the gift wrap shop this morning." He patiently instructed, outstretching his hand out for the items I had stuffed in my pocket as an excited smile spread across my face at his request.

I quickly retrieved the stickers, you know those holiday ones you can just smack onto gifts that either say 'Merry Christmas' or 'Tis the season'?

Yeah I got like eighty of them.

And I don't even have friends to give gifts to but I'm definitely working on that- unless I end up giving Harry eighty gifts with all the stickers on each present.

I wonder if he liked socks... like really fuzzy colorful ones deep down-

My mind was snapped back to reality when Harry peeled off one of the stickers before slapping one over my mouth, keeping my lips shut as he ran his large hand over the plaster to secure them closed with a straight face.

"Mff-mm-" I attempted to speak through the sticker as he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek with a satisfied expression.

"Uh-huh." He nodded with an uninterested expression, tossling my hair before walking past me back to Arnold's office as I looked down to find which sticker he had placed over my mouth.

It was the 'Do Not Open Till Christmas' sticker.

I laughed lightly at that, or tried since I couldn't really open my mouth so it ended up sounding like a gurgling choke with my crinkled happy eyes.

Well joke's on him, now I only have seventy nine stickers which means I will only give him seventy nine Christmas gifts.

Feeling pretty bad-arse with myself, I smiled under my sticker and continued to water our target's dehydrated plants before a sudden gentle 'meow' caught my attention.

"Mm- mfath!" I couldn't help but blink in surprise at the hairless feline that was purring with content at my feet, curling its pruny pink body around my ankles as my first reaction kicked in.

Hug it.

I really couldn't talk but I still spoke my little monologue in my head as I greeted the pet with open arms, disegarding the plants and grabbing the animal before bringing it into my chest to cuddle and kiss through the sticker on my lips.

The cat meowed in delight and despite it's lack of fur I still found it absolutely precious since I could finally love and hold an animal without puffing up in an allergic reaction.

As I continued to coo and snuggle it, something dangling on the cat's mint green collar caugh my eye.

There was a locket hanging from its
leather neckband, causing my brows to crease with interest as I ran my fingers over it, the cat placing its paws over my prying hand and even playfully gnawing at my skin before I opened it.

Lo and behold, the usb Harry had been scouring around for, hidden and protected by this adorable hairless cat.

With a sense of eagerness I kissed the pet, mentally thanking him (I checked his parts just cause I felt bad about calling him an it) before quickly running into the room Harry was in, still finding him looking through the drawers of the large, wooden, office desk inside.

His broad shoulders stiffened when he felt my presence behind him as I hopped on my feet with excitement, still cradling the cat underneath my arm while my free hand was holding the usb as he slowly turned his head to me with a blank face.

Harry's unamused green eyes then flickered to the pet in my hold before he blinked at me.

"Why are you holding an ugly rat." He simply retorted in that same old emotionless voice, making me frown, immediatly covering the poor cat's big ears with my hands, knowing he knew it was just a hairless kitty before he turned his head and went back to searching, not bothering to wait for my response.

With hidden pouted lips I tapped his tense shoulder, trying to get his attention.

"Bambina I don't want to hear one giddy remark about your new ugly, pruney, friend and if anything is going to leave your mouth it better be the location of that usb-"

I interrupted his scolding by raising the said usb in my hand between us, shutting him up all together as his brows furrowed in surprise before his piercing gaze flickered between my proud face, expectantly awaiting his praise.

With one more glance my way Harry simply took the usb in my hand, observing it before he looked back at me as the corners of his pierced lips turned up into a small smirk.

And then a smile.

Oh gosh it was beautiful, Harry's smiles were so rare and wonderful I just wanted to sigh and admire it and let my heart fill with fuzzyness-

Then suddenly the only thing that I could think of was pain as Harry ripped the sticker off my mouth in one quick pull, like the sting of a bandaid as he dropped his smile and stared at me while tears pricked at my eyes.

"You can speak now." He told me, as if giving me the privilege of having a voice again while I blinked rapidly and sucked my lips inward in agony, taking in sharp, shakey inhales to keep from screaming.

Oh it burns...

I slowly brought the cat up to my face, burying my screams into his back folds of pink skin to relieve myself of the pent up pain before I raised my head, my chest heaving up and down while I attempted to collect myself before I found myself alone in the room.

With a tired sigh I looked down at the confused cat in my hands that peered up at me with wide mismatched colored eyes.

"Wow Malu, you found the usb all on your own? You're so amazing." I imitated Harry's deep, raspy voice, jiggling the cat in my arm as if the animal was speaking before I smiled.

"Oh shucks it was nothing really," I replied with a light, humble, laugh.

"No really. You're so wonderful and you are such a great friend who gives the best hugs. We should totally hang out and make snow angels after this." I said in my best Harry voice.

"Harry I'd love to make snow angels with you!" I exclaimed with joy, smiling at the cat as if Harry himself had told me all of this.

"Let's hug it out." I continued in a baritone, husky voice, my expression changing from serious to gleeful everytime I switched my tones.

"Yay!" I squealed, bringing the cat to my chest and hugging it in my arms, swishing the animal from side to side with a smile on my face as I pressed my cheek against his head while he struggled, hissing slightly and clawing at me to get away.

Just like Harry.

My eyes suddenly made contact with a pair of green, judgemental ones when I realized Harry had been leaning against the entrance, toned, tattooed arms crossed over his chest as he stared at me with a deadpanned look, having watched the whole made-up conversation.

I locked my gaze on him and slowly lifted my head from the cat's, still hugging the animal to my chest.

"I need love too." I whispered in defense with wide doe eyes as Harry slowly rubbed his face in exasperation.

Our heads snapped in unison towards the direction of the unexpected click of the front door, the sound of a pair of heavy feet quickly entering the flat filling the air before the door closed.

Arnold rushed into his office, immediatly going through the abundance of piled papers and folders on his desk, urgently grabbing his cat that I had left on his leather chair as he grabbed the feline's collar in alarm.

"Fuck," He cursed under his breath, opening the locket to find it empty with wide nervous eyes.

"Where the fuck is it." He muttered under his breath, his forehead shining with a layer of sweat before the door of his office suddenly closed, making him jump slightly and whip around to find Harry leaning against the wall, tossing the usb in his hand.

"What exactly is it that you're looking for Arnold." Harry drawled in a conversational tone, effortlessly catching the usb in his large calloused palm before he quirked a pierce brow at Arnold who backed away in shock, his hands immediatly flying to the gun tucked in his holster.

The second he grasped the weapon I emerged from my hiding spot behind him and attacked him right in his pressure points with quick hits.

First striking the arm that was holding the gun, making his limb jerk and sag as he let out a cry of pain, dropping the gun and cradling his paralyzed arm before whipping around to blindy hit me in a panic, causing me to lurch back instantly before I brout my hand down to the side of his neck, his whole body going rigid at the pressure point I had struck.

His face turned a concerning shade of red as he sputtered out small chokes of shock before I swiftly crouched to the floor and swung my leg around under his feet, kicking him and making him fall to the floor powerless and limp.

"Don't worry." Harry spoke up as I rose back to my feet, tilting my head and peering down at our frozen target who darted his wide eyes between Harry and I as my partner came by my side.

"We won't kill you right away." He continued in his cynically dark voice, retrieving the thin yet practically indestructible rope that could grow and shorten at a tug before lifting Arnold up as if he weighed nothing with one strong arm.

"Once the paralysis wears off you're going to answer all of my questions. And if you don't," Harry said, his words holding a threatening malice behind them as he tied Arnold's wrists, pushing him down onto one of the chairs before he went around the desk, sitting down in the main, large, expensive leather seat while casually scratching his jawline with the tip of his gun as if in thought.

"Then I will make sure you die a very slow, very painful death." He finished, making sure to emphasize every promising word as I sat on his side of the desk, bringing my legs up on the wood sitting criss cross apple sauce as Arnold glared at us.

Harry leaned forward, his menacing eyes trained on Arnold as he gave him a 'what will it be' kind of look before there was shuffling heard from outside of the office.

"What the hell's takin' you so long Arnold? You do know you've currently got a big ass target on your back, we gotta go man." A new voice called out from the living room, nearing the office we were all in as Arnold's breathing increased with hope, bubbles of spit forming over his lips as he tried to speak and cry for help before Harry and I exchanged calm looks.

"Be right back." I politely said, giving Arnold and Harry a small smile before sliding off the desk, excusing myself and exiting out of the office, making sure to close it shut leaving Harry with Arnold inside as I walked into the living room, coming face to face with three new burly looking men in all black.

They immediatly seized their searching for their companian at the sight of me, my small frame blocking the only exit out of the room as they straightened.

From my observations none of them had any weapons on them and it seemed to me that the fastest, easiest, and quietest way to take all of them down were to snap their necks.

Which of course is what I did.

For some reason they decided to attack me one at a time, the first shaggy haired one getting a good pull of his dirty locks from me as I quickly maneuvered myself and brought him to his knees in front of my body, bringing my elbow down onto his exposed throat with my hand still holding his head in place before I heard the snap of his neck.

The instant they saw their first friend dead on the floor the other two took action, now learning and attacking me a the same time as I fought between them, backing into the wall only to use it as a leverage when I grabbed the nearest guy's head and moved my feet off the floor onto the wall, lifting myself up and flipping over his body before snapping his neck.

The last one I tackled down before he could make a run for it, bringing him down to the floor and trapping his head in a head lock between my thighs before I moved my legs, snapping his neck in the process.

The man's body went limp under mine making me let him go and shoot up from the ground, dusting my pants off with a heavy exhale before stepping over the corpses and walking back into the office.

"Wrong answer." Harry growled lowly when I opened the door, his back facing me before I saw his arms jerk something, a snapping sound echoing off the walls as Arnold bit back a scream of agony, fumbling in his chair, violent tremors going through his body making me realize Harry was breaking his fingers.

I made a face, wincing at the abnormally angled fingers splayed on the desk before I felt the cat keen against my ankles, making me pick it up and gently pet it as I silently stood at the side while Harry took in a deep breath, obviously frustrated with the lack of cooperation from Arnold.

"I've already broken all of your fingers, what else do I need to snap next for you to tell me what I need to know." Harry said with impatience, rolling his shoulders while I kissed the cat in my arms.

I think I'm going to name him Fluffy, it's cute and ironic at the same time.

I began to happily hum the Christmas song that's been stuck in my head all day as I cuddled Fluffy making Arnold and Harry turn their gazes to me.

Then a look of realization washed over Harry's stone-like features before he fully focused all his attention on me.

"Bambina, what Christmas song were you singing in the car while we were driving over here." He prodded in a deep authorative voice as I paused, blinking up at the ceiling in thought while scratching Fluffy behind his ear.

"Oh, twelve days of Christmas! Why?" I answered with a grin, blinking at him in wonder as he glanced over at Arnold in his seat who looked just as perplexed as me.

"How did it go again." Harry asked with a sultry look, peering at me and leaning against the desk as my smile widened.

"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me-"

"What the fuck is she doing." Arnold suddenly said, still confused as he blinked between Harry and I before glancing back at me with an almost frightened look.

"A partridge in a pear tree..." I continued to sing, trying to hit every note but failing miserably with a care free smile on my face as I put my all into the melody.

"On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me-"

"Seriously, make her stop- like what the fuck. Make her stop." Arnold's voice cracking and becoming more desperate as I practically screamed my next lines out while Harry simply leaned back, watching me with a satisfied smirk.

"On the third day of Chris-"

"For the love of god shut up! Shut the fuck up with your terrible singing! Jesus Christ! On the third day of Christmas your true love gave you singing lessons!" Arnold quickly snapped, hypervenilating heavily as my lips pressed together tightly at his words and my eyes widened.

I knew I wasn't good at singing but I've always wanted to spread joy and Christmas spirit by caroling, and this was the first time Harry actually wanted to hear me.

My eye started to tear.

"You wanna make neonata here cry?" Harry let out a humorless, chillingly sinister laugh when he noticed the look on my face, loading his gun before pointing and aiming it at Arnold.

"If you make her cry I'll shoot you. With every tear that I see run down her cheek because of you I'll shoot one bullet into your foot." He threatened in a protective tone, causing Arnold to pale considerably in his seat as he gulped while I rubbed at my eyes.

"No- p-please don't cry, don't cry I didn't mean it." Arnold quickly reiterated in a pleading voice as I blinked my watering eyes.

"Now tell her you're sorry." Harry ordered, nudging his gun in his direction for emphasis.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Arnold sputtered out an apology to me, his whole body quivering in fear.

"Tell her you think her voice is beautiful." Harry demanded in a low growl with a serious expression, causing Arnold to pause and stare at him.

"You have got to be kidding me-"

Arnold's sentence was interrupted by the shot of Harry's gun as Harry left a bullet straight through the wall behind Arnold who jumped in his chair.

"Y-you have the most b-beautiful voice." Arnold choked out in terror.

With concentration and slighty teary eyes I finally blinked at the two men and brought my attention to them.

"Whoo, finally got this darn sucker out." I told Harry, holding out the eyelash that was stuck in my eye.

Swear had me tearing up like a pre-menopause woman watching a Ryan Gosling movie.

"Wha- she wasn't even crying because of me!" Arnold exclaimed in anger when he looked at the eyelash in my extended hand as I let out a small laugh.

"Why would I cry?" I questioned with a slightly bewildered grin as Arnold narrowed his eyes at Harry who simply shrugged in response with a straight face.

"Thought she was crying." He said as if it was no big deal, still pointing the gun at Arnold before he glanced over my way.

"Continue where you left off bambina. I'm starting to become a big fan of your singing." Harry told me in a smooth, baritone voice as my whole face lit up at his words.

"Okay! I- sorry I'm so excited I forgot where I left off." I began, trying to contain my excitement as I held Fluffy to my chest before Harry simply smirked.

"Then start from the beginning-"

"She was on the third day! The third fucking day of Christmas!" Arnold cut in in alarm, frantically fidgeting in his chair in frustration with his broken floppy fingers.

I paused, looking over at Arnold before shifting my eyes to Harry who nodded, waiting for me to proceed with singing making me smile.

"On the first day of Christmas-"

"Shoot me. Please just shoot me now." Arnold pleaded, snapping his head in Harry's direction, bringing his palms together in a begging gesture as Harry simply scoffed.

To Arnold's disappointment Harry didn't shoot him, not even when I was finally singing about the twelve day of Christmas.

We even had to take away any and all pens on the desk away from Arnold who tried stabbing himself everytime I screamed out 'Five Golden Rings.'

"Thank god," He murmured, looking pale and exhausted as if listening to me caroling had sucked out all the life and energy from his body when I had finished my verse while Harry patiently watched him with a knowing look in his green eyes.

"On the thirteenth day of Christmas-"

"What the fuck you mean thirteenth day!" Arnold's eyes blinked open in horror as he frantically looked between Harry and I while I continued to sing my heart out, swaying Fluffy around in my arms.

"She does know it ends on the twelve day right? Right!?" He practically cried, looking at the brink of tears as Harry's pierced lips quirked in a sadistic smirk.

"Told her she could do thirty one days, the whole month of December." Harry informed as I took in a breath after the whole 'five golden rings' part.

"On the fourteenth-"

"Alright I'm partnered with Guillermo Gonzo! He lives somewhere in Miami and takes care of half of our trafficking business alright! I swear that's all I know just please, please make Shakira here shut up!" Arnold broke down, struggling and wailing around in his chair, staring at me with wide, frustrated eyes as my singing finally came to a stop.

Harry just stared at him, a small look of satisfaction on his face as he glanced down at his gun with a calm expression before raising the weapon, aiming it at Arnold's forehead.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

And that was the last thing Arnold heard before Harry pulled the trigger, red splatters of blood staining the back of the chair Arnold was in before his dead body slumped in the seat, a red hole bleeding right in the middle of his forehead with his pale face completely blank.

Harry didn't so much as blink at the graphic scene in front of him as he pocketed his gun and took out his phone, dialing our boss' number and informing him of our kills and findings while I silently pet Fluffy in my hand.

"Alright, we're done here. Andiamo. Let's go." He said once he ended the call, walking out of the office as I followed behind him before he stopped right at the exit of the flat, making me crash into his hard back.

He slowly turned his head to me, giving me a quick once over with his dark eyes.

"Leave the cat." He told me, making me unconsciously hold the animal closer to me with a protective manner.

"Can't we keep him..." I whispered with hope, feeling Fluffy purr against me in content which only made it that much harder to let him go.

I expected Harry to roll his eyes or scold me for being annoying or childish.

Instead he surprised me by bringing his large, tattooed, hand out and gently grabbing my chin, tilting my head up so our eyes would lock before he ran his thumb over my skin in a soothing manner.

"No bambina," He told me in a tender voice that made me feel very... warm inside at the soft sound that I rarely hear from him.

"Come on, we'll make... snow angels yes?" Harry offered, retracting his hand back while a small smile spread over my lips before I hesitantly kissed Fluffy's head one more time.

"I hope you find a better owner." I told Fluffy truthfully, petting his skin and then letting him go as Harry waited for me at the door, staring at me with an almost compassionate expression on his face before we walked out together, side by side.

Harry and I never did get to make snow angels.

We were walking outside to his car, our shoes crunching against the white snow while I continued to kick the white fluff, walking and jumping around Harry with his expressionless face in excitement as I talked about all the things we could do in the snow.

That was when Harry was suddenly tackled to the ground.

My eyes widened and my eager blabbering stopped, my energetic, bubbly attitude turning into a fight or flight response as Harry tumbled and rolled across the snow with the woman who attacked him, the both of them grunting and struggling as I ran over to help him.

Only to immediatly stop at the sound of laughter, coming from both the girl, and Harry.

They rolled over until Harry was on top of her, pinning her beneath him while the two smiled and laughed at one another with red rosey cheeks and remembrance in their eyes.

"Missed me Spy Kids?" The girl grinned in a joking manner, her hair a mixture of brown waves and spirals that were splayed across the white snow as Harry smiled down at her.

Genuinely, smiled down at her before the sweet, endearing nickname left his lips as I watched the two, not knowing what to do while I felt the smile on my face slowly fade.

"Good to see you too amore."

AN: I know I said I wasn't going to have this story connected with The Styles Effect.

But then I remembered I love fucking with your feelings.

And it isn't really a cross over, except for the fact that Liza is here and that's it (none of the other Harrys from TSE will show up).

I know I pull this cross over shit too much but this one for this story actually has a purpose.

You've seen Liza and the Assassin's past together (if you read TSE), and you see Malu and the Assassin's present so this is very experimental because I'm really interested in psychology and how us as people just react to these kind of things.

What is your response to this, are you more with Liza and Assassin because of their past or Malu and Harry.

Keep in mind that if Malu popped in in TSE you would be a bit more judgemental of her, (maybe with how childish or slightly dim and naive in the way she carries herself, you may have even found her annoying, or do now idk).

And if you didn't know Liza from TSE you'd probably be like bitch no gtfo that's Malu's man tf.

Every relationship with a person is different and you'll see that in the way Assassin Harry (or now Harry since this is his story) react and treats these two women in his life.

Just wanted to see how you would all react as well since you know Harry's relationship with both girls.

Plus of course, lots of dramaaaaaaaaa up aheaddddd......