Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Winter
Sitting on the end of my bed, wrapped up in a towel, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Harry was hiding in my wardrobe.
I never ever wanted them to have an interaction, I didn't even want Harry to know who Aaron was, because knowing Harry and his arrogant fucking personality, he would intrude to boost his own ego and end up getting hurt.
Aaron was standing opposite me, eyeing me sceptically, like he already knew there was something wrong. I couldn't be sure whether or not he'd heard Harry before I'd shoved him into my wardrobe, but if he thought there was someone else here, I was sure he would have begun turning the flat inside out by now.
"Can you tell me your name?" Aaron asked me, reading the list of questions he had from a small black journal in his hand.
I knew roughly how this was going to go.
"Winter." I replied.
"How old are you?"
"22."
"What day is it?" He flicked his eyes to meet mine.
"Friday." The only reason I actually knew the answer to that question was because Harry had told me earlier.
"How are you feeling?"
I sighed. "Fine."
"Eating well? Sleeping well?"
I nodded, although I couldn't be sure. I didn't remember anything from the past week. "Yeah. I am. I think so."
"No accidents?"
"No." I lied. Harry just fucking saved me from one.
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Not really." My head shook, this was an honest reply. "I woke up here this morning."
"Do you know what happened?"
"I can guess." I half shrugged. I didn't remember it, but that only meant one thing had happened. I had no memory of being taken there but I knew what they would have done to me. "I don't remember it, but I know it happened."
"Good." His tone was flat. "And you woke up feeling alright?"
"Yes." I lied again.
"You didn't do anything to hurt yourself?"
I took a breath. "No."
Aaron took a few steps towards me, so he was further into the room as opposed to standing against the bookshelf on the opposite side of the bedroom.
"Have you made any new friends recently?" He asked.
The question threw me off slightly, I wasn't usually asked that. "No."
