The Smut Special

Liam bumped shoulders with a crying Louis who only held his hot pink heart shaped framed picture of Harry closer to his chest. Liam gave up and sank into the couch at the Los Angeles FBI office.

Niall smiled encouragingly at Liam who ignored him while Zayn sat in a chair with his eyes closed.

The door swung open, snapping everyone awake and FBI agent Hollywood Hills walked in, her blonde hair cascading as she walked with little erotic bounces, like her boobies and asscheeks.

She was the youngest FBI agent ever at age eighteen and a genius and part time model and chair member of a children’s charity. But painfully shy...

“Who are you?” Liam asked.

She looked down at the ground, not making eye contact with anyone. “It’s not important. I’m not important,” The FBI agent mumbled, rubbing her arm with one hand.

“What?” Liam started, “I don’t- look, lady, this is a missing person’s case and if you’re not here to help you need to leave n-”

Majestic tears started flowing down Hollywood’s eyes and the One Direction boys gasped at Liam.

“Stop bein’ so dang-tiddily rude to this young lady,” Zayn abolished Liam and turned to the beautiful young lady. “A thousand pardons ma’am my partner is awful sore about our little bud goin’ missin’. They were close and it’s not like the tyke to go off on his own.” Zayn explained soothingly.

“First off, Harry’s not a little kid and second of all-” Liam was cut off again when Louis screeched, flinging himself at Hollywood’s feet.

“Myyyyyyy maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Myyyyyyyyyy maaaaaaaan isssss gooooooooooonneee!” He wailed. His pain resonated with Hollywood and they cried at each other.

“Stop that!” Liam hissed as he dragged Louis to his feet.

“We should look for Harry, guys,” Niall pleaded.

“We should go look for Harry, guys,” Liam pleaded with his friends.

“Liam is right,” Agent Hills and the One Direction crew agreed.

“I just said that,”

“We can take my car, let’s go!” Hollywood raced out the door, the boys following in tow.

As soon as they got settled in her Ferrari that seats eight, custom made of course!!!!! Hollywood started the engine, impressing everyone.

“Where am I going to sit?” Niall asked.

“Pumpkin, we’re not leaving without you!” Hollywood announced loyally as her chihuahua jumped in the passenger seat.

Hollywood swerved off, hitting that Ariana Grande girl whose leg broke out from her skin and her white gogo boots, but since Hollywood is FBI it’s okay. And the fender bender gave Niall time to jump on the top of the car, clutching for dear life as the team sped off in their desperate rescue mission.

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Notes

SO ANYBODY GOT ANYTHING TO SAY TO ME LEAVE A COMMENT OKAY BYE LOSERS