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All Of Me	By : StrawberryWine36 Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 2033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Kingsman movie or the characters.This is a work of fiction and I am making no money from this.

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The scenery flashed past like a fast forward movie, I had no clue where we were headed. My fingers tapped hurried messages as texts but none of them would send. Harry sat as calmly as ever watching me while I banged my fists on seats and windows trying to get the drivers attention. It was to no avail, he drove on regardless of the angry female flailing about in the rear. Harry of course didn’t say a word during my angry outburst. After a while he sat staring straight ahead, a smile on the corner of his mouth.
I had no idea how much time had passed by the time the car stopped. At that point I had given up fighting and had sat scrunched up in the corner; my head leant against the window, my mind wandering as it always did.
“Shellie!” Harry’s voice broke me suddenly from my thoughts. I glanced over from beneath my hair which had settled in clumps over my face like unattractive curtains.
“What.”
“I need you to listen to me very carefully. In a moment the security switch will be unlocked and you will be able to open the door. I’m going to tell you this only once, when this happens I do not want you to do anything stupid. Exit the car and follow me, I will explain everything in a moment. “
“Do I have a choice here?” I looked up at him.
“Not really, unless you intend on running as soon as you get out. In which case I would be forced to use this on you.” He waved his wrist in front of my face. “This watch has a function which will fire out a microscopic hair sized dart which will render you unconscious in approximately five seconds.”
My face gave away my answer.
“Good, I’m glad we have that little problem sorted.”
I opened the door and took a moment to stretch my legs; I hated travelling at the best of times. I followed Harry along towards a house. I couldn’t even tell where we were. It smelt like London, that seems a strange thing to say but when you come from a small seaside town like Lowther, the smell of a big city is unmistakable. I took another swig from the bottle which had become warm in my grip as I watched Harry run from door to door checking for intruders James Bond style. I giggled into the glass neck of the bottle between my lips.
“What?” He looked around with a slightly confused look.
“You know, you look kind of sexy doing that.” I sniggered into my hand.
“Shellie, you are very drunk so please refrain from making any kind of assumption or observation about anything until you have sobered up!” He sighed, taking the bottle from my hands as I followed him through the door.
“I’m not bloody drunk! Just because I’ve had a bit of wine, that’s all. I’m fine! I could even drive, I swear!” I blurted in annoyance as he walked ahead of me. He said nothing and just gestured for me to sit down.
“Shellie, I am very sorry for having to do things this way but you didn’t leave me any other choice. I was told to take you to a place of safety so that is what I have done. There are a lot of people very concerned about you and also about the actions of your partner. “
I flopped myself down into a chair and waited until he had finished speaking.
“Can I have my drink back now?”
“No.”
“So why is my pathetic existence so important that people feel the need to protect me?” I sighed, leaning back in the chair.
“Probably because your uncle is one of those people.” He replied, placing a large mug of coffee in front of me. I wrapped myself around it, my hair draping over the table as I sat there watching him, I was intrigued.
“So where is he? “ I asked.
“He’s working on an important mission at the moment. He will be arriving in a few days.”
“So why does he get important missions and you get kidnapping a stupid drunk cow who has no control over her own life?” I asked eventually. Harry stopped in his tracks.
“Because I do what I’m told, unlike you!” He smiled, putting a hand gently on my shoulder “Now drink that coffee, ‘drunk cow’, sober up and I’ll show you where you’ll be staying for the next few weeks”
I wrinkled my nose and frowned back at him over the rim of the mug. Next few weeks, how the hell was I going to do that? What about Rafe, my work, my home. Especially Rafe, he would wonder where I was, get angry, damn that wouldn’t end well.
I followed Harry up the stairs to a bedroom. It was larger than my room back at my home in Lowther, all very neat with fitted wardrobes surrounding the walls. I sat down on the bed, enjoying the soft feel of the sheets and the fact that the room didn’t smell like weed and sweat, a taste of home that I wouldn’t miss at all on my stay here.
“This is your room for the duration of your stay and as long as you like after that.” Harry said eventually. “Anything else you would like just ask and I will do my best to get it for you.”
“Thank you.” I replied “I think I need some sleep.”
Harry smiled, “I think that’s the wisest decision you have made all day!” and left me alone, I closed my eyes and slept, and boy did I sleep deeply, for the first time in a long time.
I awoke with a start, the room was in darkness. The wall clock showed 3am, and now I was predictably wide awake. I took a sip of water before wandering downstairs. There were no lights on apart from a small desk lamp in the corner which threw the room into shadows. Harry was sat alone reading through some papers. He hurriedly replaced them in the folder as I approached.
“Shellie, I thought you were asleep.”
“I was, I mean, I already slept longer than i would have done at home. I don’t sleep well; I haven’t for a long time. The joys of a ten year anxiety disorder.” I sighed. “What are you doing?”
“Checking a few things, not much really. Are you ok?” He leaned forward on the table with a look of concern in his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s pretty normal to be kidnapped by someone from a secret society that is concerned for me, which apparently my uncle who has never given a fuck about me all my life is also part of. Now I’m god knows how many miles from home and my dog died yesterday so, the answer is no, I’m really not ok.”
Harry stood up, running his hands through his hair.
“If I ask you a few questions are you going to get wound up again?”
“No, I’m past all that. I’m here...go for it.” I pulled back the chair beside him and sat down.
“Your boyfriend, Rafe Valentine, do you know anything about his business, any information about what he is working on?”
I sat back for a moment, oh yes I knew a shed load about darling Rafe and I could get him into a whole lot of trouble by blurting it out. A whole lot of trouble for me too if he found out!
“Am I guaranteed safe if I tell you anything?” I asked quietly after a long silence. “Because anyone who crosses Rafe usually tends to end up having a nasty accident at the edge of a cliff!”
“You have my word.” Harry assured me, holding my hand reassuringly.
I took a deep breath. “Ok, well, Rafe has a lot of friends, a lot of friends that bring in a lot of parcels. He disappears for weeks on end sometimes, comes back with lots of money. Phone calls are all secretive. He calls it ‘work’ and that’s as far as he tells me. I guess the rest. “
“Are drugs involved?” Harry squeezed my hand softly.
“You mean does he take them?” I knew I shouldn’t even be uttering those words but just the feel of his skin against mine and the way he was ever so slowly circling his thumb over my index finger as he held my hand was sending tingles up and down my spine.
“Take them or deal them?”
“Both I guess, I’ve seen lots go in and out and I’m not naming anything until I know I’m not going to get into trouble.” I clicked back into reality. How sensitive was I, letting my guard down over some stupid feelings, he was just holding my hand for fucks sake! How could hand holding stir those sort of feelings, Rafe had been right that time he had told me I was pathetic for acting on my emotions.
“Does he create new drugs?” Harry asked suddenly, making me jump suddenly out of my ‘why am I finding this man incredibly sexy simply by the way he touches my hand ‘ moment.
“No!” I answered abruptly, annoyed at his question. “I mean, drugs are drugs, you can’t just invent new ones can you? It’s not like the police go out and say ‘here’s a new class A that Mr fucking nobody has just invented. No way, he just deals and enjoys. It’s ‘how he rolls’ apparently.” I made a gesture that reminded me of the stupid pompous face that Rafe did when he was bigging himself up about drugs.
“Of course!” He answered, pulling away and walking over to the corner to pour himself another whisky.
I couldn’t help but notice the way he occasionally winced in pain and bought his hand up to his ear, especially when he thought I wasn’t looking. I followed him, placing my hand on his back.
“Does anybody ever ask if you are ok Harry?” I moved his hand gently and gasped in surprise as I noticed a large scar beneath his ear. He pulled away from me immediately.
“It’s a painful reminder of a narrow escape I had recently. I let my guard down, but thankfully the man who fired the gun was an absolutely terrible shot, despite being as close as he was. “
“Someone shot you, in the head!” My caring side came in immediately; I never had any control over that. Maybe it was my job, it came home with me every day and that sense never left me.
“More in the neck really, like I say, terrible shot. I’m still not permitted to go back to my usual duties until I’m fully recovered.
“Ah, I understand, so you get the babysitting job. That explains a lot.”
“Protection, it doesn’t come without dangers but even though my reactions are not as quick as they should be, I am fully equipped and able to keep you safe from harm while you are here.”
“So are you saying I could be in danger?”
“Not if you listen to me and do exactly as I tell you. That’s why you are here, at the moment no one knows where you are. Your location on your phone has been disabled; your facebook and email accounts have been shut down. There is no way that anyone can trace you here as long as you don’t do anything stupid.”
I watched him, as he looked into his glass, I could sense how much he missed being out there doing all the exciting things I could never imagine. The way he spoke about what had happened made me think that he held a deep hatred for the person who had shot him, for taking away what he had, for pausing his life, for doing the one thing that no one else had done.
“Who shot you Harry?” I asked eventually, leaning in close to him. I expected him to pull away but he did not.
“I don’t really think we should be talking about that now Shellie.” He said thoughtfully, drinking back the whole glass of whisky in one go and placing the glass on the table. He returned to his papers and I walked away. I watched him from the doorway for a while; he had his back to me, leaning his head in his hand as he read through each page. I did not often; (if ever) get intrigued in people, to be honest most people pissed me off or hurt me in one way or another. But Harry Hart intrigued me.
“Go to bed Shellie!” He called out, breaking my train of thought and daydreams. I smiled to myself and blew him a kiss as I turned to the stairs. Eyes in the back of your head, you didn’t see that one did you!
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