Deceit [h.s]

Four

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Elizabeth:

"I promise you, five minutes." Harry mumbled, completely focused on his task. He was furiously wetting his lips, taking alternate looks between me and the canvas.

"You said that at least three times before. I am tired of standing still." Being his muse, as he called it, was way less glamorous than it seemed. My neck hurt, my bum was sore and I wanted to smack Harry. He seemed completely oblivious to my misery, investing every single ounce of attention in his work.

I admired it. The whole con artist thing developed from a passion of his, something he had been enjoying doing since twelve. Being here, with him, at his place, it was something I was not expecting. I could only imagine that bringing British Intelligence inside your house must be quite hard. It meant he trusted me, and despite my better judgment I was beginning to trust him too.

"I am done." He announced what I had been dying to hear. Getting up and stretching my limbs, a small moan escaped my lips. I blushed, fully aware that Harry heard and was smirking. He was a natural flirt, always watching me with somewhat mischievous eyes.

"If it looks less than flawless, you're a dead man." I told him matter of factly. Such a dreadful wait had to be rewarded somehow.

"Come see for yourself." He answered with a smug grin, backing away from the painting. I walked towards it, feeling slightly giddy. Nothing like that had ever happened to me.

Once I was in front of his work, I gasped. Shock was everything I could acknowledge, because frankly, he had exceeded every single expectation I had. She looked just like me. Full lips, hazel eyes, long brown hair, but it had a touch of Harry in it too, a touch of how he portrayed me. My cheeks looked pink, a small smile gracing my lips.

It was Elizabeth by Harry and I loved every bit of it. She was pretty, delicate, interesting really.

"What do you think?" He asked quietly, as if he wasn't sure what I thought. I turned to him, smiling huge until my cheeks hurt.

"Harry, this amount of talent is outrageous. I loved it. I love the way it looks like me but not just that, it was as if you wanted to give your touch, I don't know. It's Elizabeth Winters under Harry Styles' view." He grinned in appreciation, nodding along with my words.

"You caught the essence. I wanted to show you how beautiful you are, through my eyes." He shrugged and I admired his art again, realising that those hours standing at the same position were completely worth it.

"Now I have my own personal Elizabeth. Once it dries, she'll sleep in my bedroom with me." I rolled my eyes at his comment, although I had to admit those things got to me. Harry flirted heavily, and it was surprising how easily I could forget about Ben when I was with him. That was not a good sign. Liam had already warned me. Harry Styles was not someone you should get involved with. His presence in my life was a risk, and I wondered if I would be able to pay the price once everything was ruined.

"I hope she is enough of a substitute, she's the only one you'll get." He pouted adorably and I had to restrain myself from touching his lips, those pink, inviting lips of his.

"She is not nearly enough, but I suppose I'll settle with her for now." Before I had the chance to answer, his phone rang, starling me slightly. Thankfully Benjamin and my father were in Chelsea, for some highly secretive meeting. I had a feeling it had to do with my dad's position.

The last time he went to Chelsea he was still a field agent and a couple years later he became director of SIS. Combining those two informations, I had a hunch about why they were there. Benjamin was next in line for my father's position. That idea was still foreign, my boyfriend as a director. He seemed so unsuitable for the job, it was almost comical.