The August Project (H.S.)

Chapter Eight

this one's short n sweet just like sabrinas new album (which is fire) 

Augustine

Augustine's eyes gently opened as she awoke and stretched, finding herself lying in Harry's arms once again. She still didn't understand how they'd ended up cradling each other in their sleep, but she felt much less embarrassed by it today - after all, yesterday morning Harry had seemed quite content with her laying in his arms. She remembered their conversation at dinner last night, how he'd explained who he was to her - that he wasn't a criminal. Agent Harry Styles.

It had a nice ring to it, she had to admit. I never thought I'd meet a spy, she thought, much less be kidnapped by one. 

She found herself watching him as he slept peacefully beside her, lifting her hands from his chest up to his deep brown hair, running her fingers through it softly. It felt so soft in her hands, almost velvety. Harry's eyes flickered open, becoming aware of her touch and the feeling of her hands through his hair. He smiled at her, his jade eyes glowing in the sunlight that streamed through the blinds of the flat. 

"Good morning," she whispered, her hands trailing back down from his hair and between them once again. 

"Morning," he croaked back, his voice rough from his sleep. "How long've y'been awake?" 

"Oh, only a few minutes," she told him, nestling her face into the pillow. "But I wanted to wake you up. Sorry."

"S'okay," he smiled, and without thinking, leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead. As his lips left her skin, she leaned back in shock to look at him properly.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her body tingling from the feeling of his lips on her skin. 

"Oh, shit- sorry. I don't know why I did that," he exclaimed, putting a hand over his mouth. Augustine just let out a little laugh and shook her head. He kissed me. ME. 

"I don't mind," she told him. "Y'can do it again if you want," she winked, before sitting up in bed and stretching. Harry sat up too, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. 

"I don't know what came over me," he continued apologising, rolling out of bed and standing up. "M'really sorry."

"S'not a big deal," she replied, grinning. "I quite liked it actually."

He shot her a frown and rummaged through his bag to get out some clothes. "Anyway," he started, changing the subject quickly, she noticed. "I've got to run some stuff over to the foreign embassy today."

"Doesn't anyone from the gang track your whereabouts?" she wondered - surely he'd have been caught by now if he was just running around Paris without a care in the world?

"Definitely when m'in Germany, so we'll have to be extra careful then, but not s'much in France. They trust me." 

"Right, that makes sense," she replied, finger-combing her hair. We're going to Germany. "Can I come with you?"

"If y'want. I guess it means I can show them who y'are," he told her. "They might not be too pleased though, honey, I have to warn you."

Harry showered quickly and headed down to the basement where the car was parked, leaving Augustine alone in the room. She didn't feel so deeply inclined to run away, though, now. She knew she was a part of his mission - which was for good, not bad - and that she was under his protection. Anyway, how would I even get home from Paris without a single cent and no way to get in contact with my mother? She assumed the police would just take her straight back to Harry, being that he was working for the government. There wasn't any point in trying to get home anymore, she just wished she could tell Inez everything that was going on.