Rosalia's POV:
I have been in Greece for a few hours now. At the moment, I am sitting on the deck of our "house" reading. I was reading a book from the famous, and amazing Percy Jackson series.
Our little home was sat on a big hill, the ocean was right underneath us to be exact. The white sand, the clear blue sky, and the gorgeous sun was shining while I was reading and eating Nutella right out of the container with a spoon.
My father used to scold me for doing this.
"Nutella is made for sandwhiches and fruits! It is NOT made for you to sit there and eat it out of the container Ro!"
I could still hear his thick Italian accent through his words, the way his mouth would move pronouncing the accents... He always had the thickest accent when he would yell or laugh.
"Hey Ro."
I could always tell when my father was angry, the way he said everything was so exagerrated. Then again, he was Italian, if he even spoke people thought he was yelling. Apparently my relatives had the same problems.
"Rosalia."
I finally responded to Robbie.
I have been attempting to ignore him this whole trip, I wanted to be here for my own use. I didn't really want to be here with him, but unfortunately I had to.
I never told Chief about what happened.
Auntie, Robbie and I have decided that it'd be the best decision not to tell anyone.
"What?" I say, coldly.
"What are you doing?" He asks, sitting on the perch next to me.
"What does it look like I am doing?" I ask, rudely.
"Reading, and eating that unhealthy chocolate spread?" He asks.
"No shit." I repsond.
"Why are you giving me such attitude?" He asks.
"Because." I reply.
"Because.....why?" He asks.
"Cause I said so." I remark.
"Listen, I am really sorry for what happened to you. I should've been there. I should've answered your call, and should've came. I know. Do you even understand how bad it hurts, knowing all of that happened when you were trying to reach me?" Robbie says, confessing his sorrows.
"N-no.." I say, slowly.
"Then don't automatically shut me out. I know that's how you do things, but it's not how I do them. Don't shut me out from you Ro.." He pleads.
"Why shouldn't I?" I ask.
"If you haven't noticed, I'm the only other agent close to your age." He quotes.
"So?" I ask.
"So, let me in. I've read your profile, and quite frankly, I just want to make your life a little easier. You don't have anyone, or so everyone says. I want to be there for you. Please." He says.
"I don't know Robbie.." I say.
Robbie leaps off the perch and kneels down next to me. He looks into my eyes, with such a sorrowful look. Robbie holds my hand, and begins to say "I promise. I'll be there for you."
"Fine. You get one shot. If you screw this up, I swear to god Robbie." I say.
"I got it, thank you Rosalia." He says, with a big smile.
YOU ARE READING
Top Secret - Harry Styles Spy Story
Teen Fiction"Your name is Helena Field, and you will be protecting Harry Styles." The last words I heard, as I was being rushed onto a plane on my way to London, England. "Protecting Harry Styles."
