Through the Enlightenment (Harry Styles)[Bk.3]

37. Heaven and Hell

Author's Note

Hello my loves! How are all of you doing today? I'm sorry I have not posted before, I've just been so busy lately so I hope you all understand. I had a bit of time on my hands so I decided to write this, which I hope you enjoy. I was going to post yesterday but my anxiety was being a pain and I really did not want it to affect my writing.

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Elizabeth's POV

I held Harry's hand as we both walk into the science wing with Mr. Heartwood.

"You know, all this time here and I've hardly been in this area of the academy." I comment as Mr. Heartwood steps into the lab keeping the door open for Harry and I to walk through.

"Nothing much happens here, it's usually off limits to students. I come in here every once and a while to keep an eye on things." Mr. Heartwood replies as he switches on the lights, slowly illuminating the room, row by row.

The lights above vibrate and sound to life allowing us to view the great room in detail. They're were various metal tables in the middle, with chemical tubes and tools displayed on it's surface. Shelves were lined up against the wall holding a collection of textbooks and files. Towards the back of the right side of the room was a section cut of displaying some sort of cell, the only way to look inside was through the glass wall but nothing was held inside.

"Why is the science wing off limits?" I ask, confused.

"Not the whole science wing just this lab room, specifically." Mr. Heartwood corrects.

"Richard used to spend most of his days in this room." Mr. Heartwood adds. My eyes stop their probing, flickering over to him at the mention of my father's name, my heart feeling slightly heavier in my chest.

"Doing what?" Harry asks, softly tracing the pad of his thumb against the back of my hand.

My lips pull into a tiny smile at his calming gesture as I glance up at him. Harry turns his head, briefly looking down at me, returning my smile before placing his attention back on Mr. Heartwood.

"Research." Mr. Heartwood replies. "However, he would never say what it was that he was researching." He shrugs.

"Whatever it was it had to be important or else he wouldn't have wasted so much time doing it."

"Do all these belong to my dad?" I ask as my eyes caught glimpse of a book shelf full of various journals and binders towards the far left wall. I gently release Harry's hand walking over to observe them better.

"Yes they are." Mr. Heartwood answers as I come to a stop in front of the shelf my eyes scanning the sides of the binders trying to read the names.

"But those are only a few, he took most of them home. Your father was a very private man." He adds and I hum in response.

"Yeah, clearly." I say sounding more bitter than what I intended reaching my hand up, allowing my fingertips to trace along the row of journals.

What were you doing dad? Is this why you were hardly home?

Casually, my eyes divert to the side seeing another door. I drop my hand furrowing my brows, stepping away from the shelf towards the door.

"What's in here?" I ask reaching for the door knob.