Deceit [h.s]

Two

Before anyone asks, I still don't have a proper updating schedule, but I believe I'll be updating every Monday. Chapter two is here and if you could keep up with all the feedback I would be forever thankful. Enjoy Xx

Elizabeth:

"Relax, you have rehearsed this with me a thousand times. I won't accept any of his offers, nor will I go somewhere else with him. I have to go Ben." He was out of his mind, I could tell just by a phone call. The man on the other end of the line was definitely my boyfriend, not the collected, calm and neat boss I had.

"I know, it's just, your father forbid me from being with you now. Can you actually believe him? Although he is somewhat right. I would probably follow you to that fucking pub and compromise the whole thing." I shook my head at him. At least dad had done something good.

"I will call you later. Not to report back, just to talk." I told him. Benjamin hummed a response, something I didn't understand before hanging up. I looked myself in the full length mirror one last time.

My cheeks were heated, my eyes wide. I was going to meet Harry Styles, a guy who lied for a living. If I allowed myself to overthink it, I wouldn't even leave the coziness of my apartment.

Ignoring my sensible side, I picked up my coat, and locked the front door behind me. I walked, my pace steady and decided. Thankfully the pub where Harry was supposedly a regular was mere five minutes away from my house.

I had never paid particular attention to that spot before, but it surely had a cozy atmosphere. Not many people were outside, but apparently everyone was accompanied. What if Harry wasn't alone? How would I talk to him then? Ignoring all those alarming bells, or the way my stomach made flips inside me, I walked in.

The brick walls were apparent and the decoration was pretty much rustic. There was a bar to the left and some tables, a stage at the back, where some fairly good guy played a jazz song. I scanned the faces, feeling like an idiot until I spotted him.

Alone, at the far end of the bar, drinking scotch. Once I saw him, I took my time to make a brief assessment. He was very tall, that was for sure. Not to mention his clothes. Armani if I was not mistaken. Taking one last deep breath, I made my way towards him, taking a seat to his left. He didn't even acknowledged my presence, so I just ordered a cosmopolitan.

"Harry Styles?" I addressed him, patting my back for sounding so strong and seemingly uninterested. He turned towards me, green eyes making me gasp slightly. His eyebrows rose in surprise, but something else flashed. He offered me a sided smile, taking another sip of his drink.

"Elizabeth Winters." My jaw dropped once he spoke my name. Benjamin sure as hell hadn't seen this one coming. I tried to swallow, to find my own voice again, but nothing came out. I just kept watching the satisfied look across his sculptured face.

"How?" I managed to mumble, gulping down half of my drink at once. Apparently Harry Styles kept tabs on the MI6 agents.

"Your father, love. Once the SIS has a file on you and every single family member of yours, it's only fair I possess the same sort of information." My mind was running a mile per hour. How did he manage to obtain so much information about our agency plans? All those files were supposed to be, above all things, classified.

"So, Elizabeth, what do you want? I am sure you are not interested in some chit chat." He looked so calm, while I felt scattered all over the place. Harry was not making things any easier. His eyes never left my face. Green against hazel and that was too much to take.

"How much do you know?" I enquired. There was no point in lying, obviously he had a vast knowledge on what our agents had.

"Enough, Elizabeth. For example, I know you are not a field agent. I am assuming your father thought you could do the job. You are around my age, share the same interests and most importantly, I had never met you before." He took another small sip, while I watched his pink lips wrap around the rim of the glass.