Top Secret - Harry Styles Spy Story

Chapter 28

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Rosalia/Helena's POV:

Making my way down the street, I was clearly fuming. Other people were giving me interesting looks, but that's only because I have a nasty face when I'm angry. Basically, it looks like I'm giving people dirty looks when I walk by them. I don't try to look mean and nasty, I just come off the wrong way when I'm mad.

I felt bad that I left Harry hanging, because I seem to do that all the time now.

I didn't like being this way towards Harry, but I had to be to keep him off my trail. I know Niall know's everything but he already knew in the first place. When we were children I always thought I knew something was up with my parents. Especially when my parents would go on "business" trips, and leave me at Niall's home for weeks and weeks.

I knew Niall's family didn't really mind when I stayed for long periods of time anyway. Plus, I liked staying at Niall's house and I knew Niall liked it too. Thinking about the history that Niall and I share, makes me wonder how I forgot everything. I know he wasn't involved and the only person who could've erased my memories like that, would be my aunt.

I know the agency has something that will erase memories. It's sorted by categories, like what memories you'd like to lose. It comes in a shot dosage, and different colors mean different memories. Now that I think about it, I knew there was one labeled "Childhood Memories" on it. That one erases all memories of your childhood from age 15 back to birth.

Oh Ro, stop it. Your aunt would never do something as cruel as that to you...

Right?

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I arrive at the base building, and make my way in.

"Rosalia? It's been a while, what are you doing here?" Richard, one of the lab techs who knew my parents, asks.

"Nice to see you too Richie." I smile.

"What do you need, honey?" He asks.

"Don't tell my aunt I'm here, okay?" I demand.

"Sure, is there something wrong?" He asks.

"I'd like to see the memory shots." I say.

"Why do you need those?" He asks.

"Don't question this please, I'm trying to figure something out." I say.

"Here." He says, showing me the tabel full of shots.

I search and poke around for the ones that say "Childhood Memories."

"Aha! Here it is." I squeel.

"Why do you need that?" He asks.

"I need you to give me records on everyone who had purchased this from you, around the time I was in the hospital Rich." I demand.

"I'll get them right away." He says, exiting the room.

Richie came back in and had a packet full of papers and records corresponding with the dates and times I was in the hospital after my parents were murdered.