Top Secret 2[ON HOLD]

Chapter Nine:

Lia's POV:

I waited for Harry at the top of the Eiffel Tower for three hours today. He never showed up. I was left feeling empty, and disappointed because I never thought he would be the one to stand me up.

I know he's a spy now, and things are hard to do. It's just he had every perfect chance to get here, and I found out from him that he returned to Langley last night.

I was in the same little bakery I found myself in almost every day, today. I always had the same thing for breakfast, so the nice woman didn't even have to ask me. She was the sweetest little thing and I loved learning new things from her. Maybe o could work here just to cover up myself a little deeper. Of course, I'll have to wear a disguise.

I have to think about a cover story..

My name could be Anna, and then I could say I just graduated college in America. I'll say I came here to live and study but I've got not a dime on me and I need a job so I'm not on the streets.

Good, good Lia.

I looked out the big glass window in the little bakery, and noticed something out of the corner of my eye.

I noticed a familiar set of curls standing and talking to someone on the opposite side of the street. I squinted my eyes, and then I saw him. Why would he tell me he returned back to Langley last night...if he was still here?

He was in a long black P coat. He had his signature boots on, typical Styles. His hair was disheveled into a messy quiff, and his was smiling. His dimples were vaguely visible because he was across the street. It was no doubt it was Harry, but that still doesn't answer my question. Why is he still here?

I examine the woman he's talking to. She was almost his height, long blonde hair, and she had a black hat on. She had red lipstick on. She was wearing a leather jacket, a pencil skirt, and Christian Laboutin heals. I would know those anywhere because they were my favorite.

She was beautiful, and that's when my insecurities started to eat me alive. I always compared myself to everyone else and that's why I was always so unhappy.

I watched as the woman took a hold of Harry's hand, and started to walk away. This was either very fishy or going to turn out really bad. I have to go follow them.

I go into the bathroom and quickly put on a black wig, with curls at the end. It was longer than my normal hair. I placed blue contacts in my eyes, and gloss my lips with a light pink. I ran out of the bathroom and started to sneak around to follow Harry and the mystery woman.

I was closer to them now, and I still couldn't hear what they were saying.

She was rubbing his hand, and he was smiling. He was really smiling, and I could feel my heart slowly chipping off pieces.

They walked down a creepy looking street as the time went on, and I still followed.

Harry and the blonde walked into a small little house, it was a pretty looking house in a village of gross and run down cottages. I looked for a window, and peaked my head through to see what was going on.

They were talking and looking at pictures of something, and then they were laughing. They were looking like they were getting on pretty well, as I could feel the jealousy and anger fill my veins as we speak.

The next thing I knew, they were kissing. Like literally kissing, she had her fingers wrapped in his curls and his hands were resting on her back.

I was thinking this could be for business, because he didn't do to her what he did to me when he kissed me. He told me it was his special notion to let me know I was his, and he only did it for me.