Top Secret - Harry Styles Spy Story

Chapter 3

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Rosalia's POV:

"Rosalia?"

"Rosalia?"

I wake up from my long nap and see a butler standing beside me with water and breakfast. I smile and remember how Jay knew exactly what I always got for breakfast. Jay knew everything about me. Ever since she took me in, Jay and I had been attached at the hip when we weren't working. She always took me shopping on Saturdays, then we would have a family dinner with Chief on Sundays, and on hollidays we were both usually working. So, you could say I've never had a family holliday since my parents death.

"Good Morning, Miss. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and white toast with a side of oranges and water is this correct?" the butler asks.

"Yes, sir. Thank you." I say sweetly.

"Anything for our best agent." he says with a smile.

"You are very kind." I reply.

"As are you Miss, Rosalia." he answers.

"Thank you." I smile.

He hands me my tray and gives me a napkin. He then returns to the part of the jet that is closed off to the staff, or just him and the pilots.

"We will be arriving at Heathrow International Airport in approximately ten minutes. Rosalia, keep you're seatbelt on my dear." The pilot says through the intercom.

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I arrived in Heathrow Int, and I checked my phone once I made it through claims.

I saw a message from Jay

"Rosalia, remember don't blow your cover.
Simon, their designer, and the boys will be at the gate waiting for you when you land. You are Helena Field. You're from California and you are 18. Love you sweetie. xx"

Oh yeah.. I almost forgot they are here.

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Once I make it through the airport security I make my way to the gates.

I walk around looking for a starbucks to get something warm, since London is cold and rainy. Once I get there, I ask for a warm coffee, I usually don't drink coffee but when I am exhausted and have a case ahead of me I will.

"That'll be $5.67 please." the clerk says.

"Here you go." I say, handing her the money.

"Here is your warm coffee miss. Thank you for you're purchase." She says with a smile.

I could tell she was new, due to the fact that she was struggling when she was making my coffee. She was having a hard time today, and I could tell by picking up on her body language.