"You know what, Harry," Hermione says while they're having dinner in Hermione's ward room, "you remind me of someone."

Harry raises his eyebrow. "Who?" he asks. His eyes shine with curiosity.

"Um, a guy named Harry Styles from One Direction?" Hermione jokes, then explodes into a great laughter alone. Niall, Liam and Louis chuckles; meanwhile Harry only snickers.

"Of course. I've heard that before," Harry states.

"No, I am just joking," Hermione says after she's calmed down. "But honestly, you remind me of my friend."

"Is he... a guy?" Harry Styles asks.

"Obviously." Hermione rolls her eyes.

"Sorry, I mean, is he an assassin, too?" he quickly covers his mistake.

"Ha, good question." The girl takes a sip of her lime juice. "Everybody I live with is an assassin."

"So he is an assassin?" Harry continues asking while his three other friends watch them conversing.

"One of the best." Hermione shrugs. Not that she's bragging. Just stating.

Harry can't help but to look at Hermione longingly. "What makes him so good?" he asks. His voice was low, as if he didn't even agree with his own question.

His friends look at him with a look that says, "Don't start, Harry."

"Oh, um, well," Hermione pauses, taking a full bite of her grilled fish. They've been pempering every single day in S.H.I.E.L.D's captivity. "He's strong. He's... strong... I don't know how to explain but he's good."

"Can he even compete with me?" Harry asks without thinking, that leaves -- not just him -- speechless.

"Uh...," Hermione stutters. Her pale face turns a light shade of pink as she glances at Harry's friends, as if asking for explanation. "I can't- I don't-"

"Sorry," Harry quickly cuts in. "I shouldn't... ask you that." He shakes his head and looks down to his laps in embarrassement.

Hermione continues to blush. "That's... fine, I guess. I mean, it's just a question..., right?"

Reluctantly Harry nods his head and mutters, "Yah."

Louis, Niall and Liam look at Hermione and Harry, their best friend, back and forth. Both of them are now hiding their face from each other and doesn't look comfortable. Like before, Harry is sitting at the head of Hermione's bed and they're so close.

Louis wonders if Harry would do something far too quick to Hermione; and Liam thought Harry has now lost his mind. I mean, Hermione is an assassin, he can't like her. She's dangerous! While Louis and Liam look as if they could turn back the time so Harry wouldn't ask what he'd asked Hermione, Niall sits there, watching Harry and Hermione with a smirk playing at the end of his lips.

The air in the Hermione's ward room becomes thick as seconds pass by. Clinging of metal against ceramic ringing as they scoop their meals. No one says anything. No one comments anything on their dinner.

Stars on the sky outside glitters brightly like an S.O.S light. Hermione misses her home -- the Villa. She misses the smell of her room, her bed and pillows, the warm shower, and the night cool breeze that enters her bedroom. Maybe it's the same here. Maybe there's no difference. She can sit with no worry if Tony is not in the same building as her.

After a while, both Harry and Hermione are caught in the moment and seem to forget what they'd talked about. Harry helps Hermione with her mugs and plates, puts them on the floor near the door so the agents will collect them later. After eating, Louis takes his seat back on his sleeping space by the window and so as Niall. Liam has gone to the washroom. So it's left with Hermione and Harry at the bed.

"Hey, I'm... I'm sorry for what I asked..." Harry begins. His voice came out shivering.

Hermione smiles. "Let's forget about it," she says softly.

Harry looks at Hermione as if she'd the most beautiful flower in the world. He returns Hermione's sweet smile and says, "Okay. Let's forget about it." Meanwhile he doesn't know if he wants to forget it.

They become silent once again.

Louis and Niall, at the window, are enjoying their good times talking about the world they've left for about a couple of weeks. Their fans must be wondering their whereabouts now. Their band crews must be trying to contact the police to find them. And their family, most importantly, must be so worried about them right now. Until now, no one knows why Fury catched them along. Although they can guess but no one knows the real reason.

Hermione and Harry are talking.

"So, what is your favourite song from us?" Harry asks.

"'Is'?" Hermione looks at the green-eyed boy as if he's joking. "'Are' is the correct term," she corrects him.

Harry chuckles. "Okay, are," he says. "So, what are your favourite songs from us?"

"Hmm," Hermione smiles to herself while thinking. "Tons," she replies shortly. "Not all, I must be honest, but most of them. Y'know... What Makes you Beautiful, One Thing, While We're Young, Last First Kiss, She's Not Afraid, Story of My Life, Night Changes.... And the list goes on and on."

"Wow, you must be listening to us since X-Factor," the boys states.

Hermione grimaces over the wrong statement. "Not really." She gives Harry an apologetic look. "It's actually only a year ago. After listening to your hit songs on the radio, only then I listen to your other songs in the albums."

Harry looks at Hermione in half diabelief. "Seriously?" He can't believe the honesty part of it.

"Seriously." The girl nods her head.

"Ha." Harry let out a short sigh, and smiles cheekily while shaking his head.

"Why? Is it something wrong?"

From the bed sheets that wrapped around Hermione's legs, he lifts his gaze up of her chocolate eyes. "No. It's just... odd. I never heard something like what you tell me. Usually, most fangirls have been our fans since X-Factor."

"Wait a second, how do you know I am your fangirl?" Hermione asks, disbelief and half in out of curiosity.

Harry smiles mischievously, leaning back against the plastic chair. "Well, I am good, too, y'know," he states while looking at Hermione deep into her eyes, something that the girl thought he wants to tell her something.

Hermione blushes. "No, no, no. You cannot say like that," she tries to deny, doesn't want to make it seem like a competition. "And I am not your fangirl. Not. Ever."

"But you know our songs."

"Because they play on the radio."

"But She's Not Afraid is not a single," Harry reminds the girl. "And so as Last First Kiss."

"It's, um, it's... because my friend usually plays it in her room."

"But you said he's a boy."

"Y-yeah... but that doesn't mean he can't be your fan," Hermione tries to convince.

Harry crosses his arms on his tough chest, chuckling as he watches Hermione in a confusing state. "Right, Hermione. Whatever you say," he says. He pauses for a moment, thinking of a trap.

"Hey, Hermione, can you sing a song for me?" Harry requests. "I'm bored."

"Oh, sure, what song?" Just like that, the girl is forgetting what they'd talked about.

"Anything," Harry replies. "Something that's catchy and nice to listen to. Just sing anything."

"Well, I know tons of songs," Hermione states. "And you may not like my voice. I don't-"

"Just sing, baby," the boy cuts her casually. Can't wait to hear Hermione singing.

"Okay," Hermione says. After a few seconds, Hermione begins singing.

Harry Styles smiles widely as the first verse of History plays with Hermione's soothing voice. It maks Harry looks at her with adoration, makes Niall and Louis stop talking. Both of the boys turn and after the first verse finished, Louis joins Hermione singing. He stands up, leaves his sitting place and sits at the end of Hermione's bed. Niall follows, singing along with Hermione and Louis and only a few seconds slip, Harry begins singing with them.

The ward becomes happening. After one song to another song they sing. Hermione picks up the choice of songs mostly -- which is of course from One Direction. Although after attending to their concert, had listened to them singing live but listening them singing face to face with her is so different. Much different.

The smile on Hermione's face is so big. She looks so happy despite that her body is still wrapped with bandage and she's the most wanted assassin. And that Tony is under the same roof. For a second, she forgets everything. From her mother to her father, from her past to the future. Don't forget they Hermione still hasn't been called to interrogation.

Soon, as they continue singing to different songs picked by Louis and Harry, Liam exits the toilet. They abruptly stop singing and watch Liam in astonishment. His face is scrunched up in disagreement. He looks as if he's ready to jump out of the room to free himself from this prison.

"Oh God, what are we doing here?" he asks no one in particular.

Everybody looks at Liam in confusion. "Pardon, Liam?"

"What are we doing here?" he says aloud, intending the person behind those CCTVs to listen to him, to see how rage he looks.

"Uhhh..." one can only wonders why.

Liam lets out a heavy sigh, and suddenly turns to Hermione. "This is because of you right?" His finger points at Hermione in the face.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, this is because of you!" Liam yells. His voice stinging in everyone's ears.

"Liam," someone calls, to control him.

"Why is it because of me?!" Hermione barks back angrily. Her body aches when she's shouting.

"Why?" Liam mocks. "It's because you came to our concert and now look what happen to the four of us?"

"What's wrong with me going to your concert? That's where you got paid, right!" Hermione is baffled. "I came to have fun. I didn't do anything. I was not on my mission. Nobody even wants to kill you, to he honest, Liam. Nobody hates you unless you own a big company."

"Then why did -- whoever they are -- capture us?!" Liam's dark eyes are burning with flames. "Take us into this... hospital room and jail us in here? What's wrong with us?"

"I tell you, nothing's wrong with either of you," Hermione answers as calmly as she can. "I seriously don't know why they catch you."

"How can you not know?" Liam continues lighting up the fire. "You're an assassin. The best, I heard. You must know every trick here."

"Ha," Hermione scoffs. "Yes, I am an assassin. But I am not their assassin. How can I know what they're up to?"

"But you know why they want you."

"Yes. Because they want to know with whom I am working with, why did I kill people I killed, and how I am thrown into being an assassin," Hermione answers Liam's question, indirectly telling the rest although she thinks she'd told them before. "And they've no reasons to kill you, Liam. Not you and your friends. You have family and fans waiting for you back there. They don't dare to kill you. Unlike me, I have no one waiting for me so I don't care if they want to kill me."

"Hermione-"

"Wait a minute," Louis stops their arguement. "I thought that guy that came here the other day was someone related to you? Your dad maybe?"

Hermione discreetly gasps in shock. Her heart breaks with the fact that someone can see it but feels doomed at the same time. Because if Louis can see it, so as the others. Others as in the public. They're not stupid, aren't they?

"Why do you say that?" Hermione asks coldly.

"I don't know." Louis shrugs. "You two look alike," he answers Hermione's enquiry. "You know... your face, your hair, your eyes-"

"Okay, okay, stop it," Hermione has to cut in. "Look, forget about that man that looks like me. We're not related." And it hurts her to lie because deep inside she still loves him. "I know how trapped you must have felt because I understand. I've been through this. Countless of times, in fact. And I know the right person to free you."

Harry, Niall, Louis and Liam look at Hermione with big hopeful eyes. Liam now has calmed down listening to Hermione's explanation. He has to admit that he can't do that to Hermione because that girl doesn't know anything herself. She's in captivity too, for God's sake!

Four of them leans in towards Hermione, ready to listen to her plan closely.

"Tell the guard outside that you need a guitar. Ask for Captain America to bring it here."

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An update on my birthday! (Feb 17th)

I hope you enjoyed it :)