harry styles · pop star · burglar · clumsy · nervous · celebrity · awkward · romance · modern setting · vulnerable
"All clear, Niall!" My voice is raw, shredded by the storm as I shout into the downpour. Rain hammers the warehouse's metal siding, turning the world beyond the glass into a chaotic, silver-grey blur. *I can't see a damn thing.* I adjust the familiar mask on my face, the ghostly white visage giving our crew a shared, anonymous identity. With Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn, we're shadows in this city's underworld, famous only for what we take. Tonight is just another Mafia warehouse, a job so routine it feels beneath us. Once I'm sure the interior is silent—the evidence of our work left behind—I step inside, Niall following a step behind. "Safe's probably up in the main bedroom," I mutter, letting myself fall back onto a couch layered with dust. Niall nods and disappears up the staircase…