Top Secret - Harry Styles Spy Story

Chapter 19

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Rosalia/Helena's POV:

I woke up in Harry's bed this morning.

I guess now you're waiting for me to say that I don't remember how I got there? Well that's not the case, because I remember exactly how I got there.

When I woke up this morning, I was tangled with Harry. He was kissing my shoulder an my neck, slowly waking me up. I felt a bit selfish because I didn't want to wake up, especially when he was doing that to wake me up.

Harry's soft lips, formed to a perfect smile when I opened my eyes to him. I swear, watching this boy smile was like watching a baby open their eyes for the first time. It was like seeing the sunrise at 5:00am or watching the sunset on the beach.

He held me in his arms, kissind my cheek and then my forehead. Now, at most times like this, girls would get caught in the moment. They'd want to kiss him sensless, but no. Not me.

I held through the moment, because I wanted to cherish every minute of it. I didn't need a kiss to make the moment better, I just knew I felt something. That was all I needed. I just hope Harry feels it too.

I know I'm not supposed to actually be in love with him,  but I can't help it.. Harry is just so..so..amazing. Everything that has kept me here beside the goons I'm trying to catch, is still holding me here. I don't think I could ever leave Harry, or any of the boys.

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"Now remember, you can't stitch that onto the boys, until it is fully sewn okay?" My design mentor Sally, demands.

"Okay Sally. Thanks." I say, walking to the sewing machine.

I took the blazer that was made for Harry, and looked at the little symbol I was supposed to swe onto it. It was a little royal "H" for Harry. It was gold and I had to put it on the corner of his blazer, for tonight's concert.

"You know Rosalia.. I want to thank you for everything you've done for these boys." Simon says, walking into the sewing room.

I look up at him and nod my head, along with one of my smiles.

"You don't have to thank me Simon.. it's my job." I sigh.

I pin the symbol to the spot on Harry's blazer and add a few more pins down, so it stays in the right place. I breath out, and slide the black, soft, blazer under the sewing machine. I place the clamp down, and put the black thread in the bottom.

"I wish it wasn't just your job." Simon says, sitting down next to me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, slowly putting my foot on the pedal.

"I wish you didn't have to do what you're doing. These boys really have grown onto you, and I see that our little Harry has too." he says, smiling.

I felt a piece of my heart break, talking to Simon. I couldn't bare to hear what he was saying to me. I felt dirty, disgraceful, and I felt like I was using everyone. I had to do this for my job and it killed me, that'd I'd be hurting everyone in the process. Just so I could get revenge, and keep everyone safe.