Top Secret - Harry Styles Spy Story

Chapter 6

Good evening everyone!

I hope you all liked that last chapter, since a few events happened between Helena and Harry.

I figured that had to move the plot along, but I promise you guys, this is just the beginning of the twists and turns this book has. :)

And wow, almost 200 reads in two days. I checked my reads at school and when I got home, they shot through the roof! This is so crazy!

I always want to take time out of this book just to thank all my new fans and readers. Even my old ones, that have beenn there since the beginning.

So I decided, anyone who comments, or votes after this chapter, I'll shout out in my next chapter, just because you're so awesome. How does that sound?

Let me know! Leave me some feedback, and tell me if there is anything I should add, or stop doing, I'll be 100% supportive of you're criticism.

Much love,

Sarah.

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Rosalia/Helena's POV:

It's been almost a week since Harry and I uh..kissed.

Since then, we have been trying really hard not to tell anyone. This is a big secret, especially for him. My biggest secret right now is that, I am a C.I.A agent undercover, top secret, decieving these nice boys because Harry is in danger. Danger by the people who tried to kill me, and succeeded in killing my family.

Lying to Harry was really hard, because there were times I really wanted to tell him everything, but if I did, and the agency found out, he and I would both be killed. I am being recorded by the microphones in my shirts and I know that if I take them off or turn one off, I am in huge trouble.

I mean, would you be able to lie to someone you're growing close with? Lie about something this important? Look them in the eyes everyday and be able to tell them things you're supposed to tell them, things they want to hear? I don't think so, and if you can, that's terrible. I know I am being a tad hypocritical, but it's my job. I have to.

It's late afternoon and I am listening to "American" by Lana del Rey. I don't know why but for some reason this song has been the soundtrack to my life, and it's got nothing to do with me.. except the fact I'm American. The song just really gets to me, and the background music fills my ears with pure happiness.

I lay on my bed, with my arms crossed underneath my head. Staring at my ceiling seemed to become a new hobbie of mine, since I'm always deep in thought. Planning out my next move, or strategy.

I felt my phone buzz next to my thigh and I grabbed it to see a message from Jay.

Jay: Meet me at the coffee shop down the street, don't let anyone recognize you. Disguise yourself. We need to talk.

Me: Be there in ten.

Jay: Thanks love, seeyou soon.

Me: See ya.

We "need" to talk. The four words that always will haunt me, or make me worry. Then again, those words are enough to make anyone worry.

I sat up and walked to my closet. I searched for the P coat that I was given to wear. This was the only jacket I could wear with nothing attached to it. I pulled on some black skinny jeans and a green Jack Wills hoodie, slipping on my UGG boots and throwing my hair up. I did my make up heavily and put on my P coat. I stuck the collar up, and put on a fedora looking hat. I traced my lips with a deep shade of pink lip stick, and put my regular and work phone in the pockets. I grabbed my purse and threw it over my shoulder.