Rosalia's POV:
Once Harry reached the end of the stairway, he stopped and took a deep breath. He let out the breath by a long sigh, before walking to the couch.
He sat down on the coffee table in front of me, and took my face in his hands.
My face and hair was hanging low between my legs, as I sobbed quietly. I felt the tears just pouring out, and sooner or later my panic attack would be sure to come.
Every part of me was screaming and crying all at once. I was angry with myself for letting these terrible things happen to the people I loved.
Who would be next?
Soon it'll be the boys, Harry or myself! I can't let that happen. If I let that happen, I would never forgive myself.
How would you explain to their millions of fans that all of them were killed by a fucking spy?! You can't just tell teenage girls that, it's classified information.
These boys are all I have left besides chief and Jay.
Once my gaze met Harry's eyes, I blinked away a few tears that were sitting in my eyes. His face was sorrowful but he was confused. I could tell his sadness through his eyes.
"I am so sorry." Harry says, looking me deep in my eyes.
I give him a weak smile, because I'm at a lot of words right now. I'm utterly speechless and I can't find the right words to say.
"Please say something to me, Helena." He whispers.
"I can't." I whisper back.
"Please tell me what's going on, so I can help you." He says.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry." I reply.
"Why not?" He asks.
"Because I'm a spy.." I breathe out.
"You're a spy? Haha, sure." He giggles.
I looked up back into his eyes, shooting him a look of determination. I hope he can read me as well as I read him.
"There's no way you're a spy." He replies.
I continue to give him the same look, without words.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, hurt.
"I wasn't supposed to.. I wasn't supposed to get attached to you all. I wasn't supposed to remember Niall, I wasn't supposed to fall in love..." I sigh.
"Fall in love?" He asks.
"Harry, I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. But I did, I didn't just fall..I jumped off a plane in love with you." I say.
"Who are you a spy for?" He asks.
"C.I.A." I sigh.
"Why were you sent here?" He asks.
"You don't want me to tell you, Harry." I reply.
"I do, please tell me." He begs.
I pick his hands up, and tightly hold them in my own. I look at him with sad eyes, and feel my heart sink.
"I'm here because someone wants to kill you." I breathe out.
"What?! Why?!" He asks.
"Would you like to hear the whole story?" I ask.
"Yes, please." He sighs.
"They were the same people who killed my parents mercilessly. They are the reason I'm so messed up. They tried to rape me, and then when I wouldn't let them. They beat me until I couldn't breath anymore. I watched them kill my parents as my father and mother were trying to protect me. I lost a lot of blood, and I am lucky that my aunt had found me when she did." I say, tearing up.
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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."