Deceit [h.s]

Eight

Elizabeth:

"Keep calm, Elizabeth. He told you this could possibly happen." Harry was infuriating. My father had gone missing and all he had to say was keep calm.

"He is in the hands of a criminal, a good one may I add, but you keep telling me to calm down. I can't fucking calm down when my dad is in danger." He exhaled slowly, watching me with careful eyes. I guess Harry had never witnessed me in such a distressed manner.

"Elizabeth, I know the situation is not ideal but he knows what he's doing. No one is going to kill your dad, he is too valuable and as far as we know, the criminal believes he is the only link that will lead me to them." He was running his hands through my hair, in a soothing manner although I felt like crying. Obviously I knew my father was being serious when he spoke about the kidnapping possibility, although I chose to ignore it. In my mind it was an absurd idea.

That was until I got back from lunch with Liam. We had a scheduled meeting but my father never showed up. Each minute that passed without him showing up made my heart sink.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? We don't have a single clue about his location." After we were sure dad went missing, Benjamin told me to go home. My assumptions about Chelsea were right. If by any chance dad was absent, Ben would step up. For once in my life I was thankful he worked at the agency. At least he knew I needed some time alone to calm down.

"Yes we do, we just need to crack those fucking codes. If we do it, we will be able to trace back the person who installed those cameras your dad found on his office." I didn't have a single clue about those things, but I knew cracking a code wouldn't be exactly easy. Niall was in charge of that task and I prayed to God he would find some substantial lead and not useless information.

I looked up at Harry, his green irises already staring intently at me. He looked even better, if possible. Black leather jacket, skinny jeans and a band T-shirt. I never would've pegged him as the type to like the Rolling Stones, but I only knew a few droplets inside the ocean called Harry Styles.

"I'm scared, Harry. My father has always been such a secure figure in my life, and now he is in danger and I have to help him. Each passing day I'm more convinced that I don't belong in MI6." He wiped a small tear that had fallen unnoticed, while I relished in the feeling of his presence.

"You are very suitable, Elizabeth. You're strong, smart, pretty and your father knew about all those things. He trusts you, and he is right in doing so." Taking me by surprise, Harry kissed me. His lips were soft against mine, although adrenaline coursed through my veins. He moved with ease, and I granted him unlimited access, our tongues battling in a passionate manner. His hands were holding my hair, and when he tugged slightly I felt weak.

My own hands were wrapped around his neck, pulling him down and closer to me, our mixed breaths adding up to the feeling of his soft lips against mine. It was heavenly and I wanted to keep doing that forever, but Harry pulled away, out of breath.

"Where do we stand Elizabeth?" He whispered, biting my earlobe. The gesture along with the raspiness of his voice almost made me moan.

"On the ground I suppose." He chuckled and sauntered kisses all over my neck.

"Stop being such a smart ass. I mean it Elizabeth. I want to know what I can and can't do based on your expectations." This time he backed away entirely, taking a seat at my couch. I copied his actions, crossing my legs and staring intently at his face, mainly those plump lips, slightly swollen after our kiss.

"I don't know what I'm doing. Benjamin is the only guy I truly dated during my entire life. At the same time, you make me feel alive in some sort of special way. I want it all, Harry." My words made him smile, his thumb tracing the outline of my bottom lip. It was so gentle I barely felt his touch.