Anthony Miller - Larry Stylinson Secret Agent/spy AU

Chapter 6

Harry's PoV

I wanted to avoid them. I didn't want anything to do with them just knowing who they really were. I wondered during maths class what their real names were, did they know that they would be in this situation at this moment last year? I scoffed.

They were probably trained for this stuff before they even left school. Were they even still in school?

The bell rang signalling the end of fifth period and I was abruptly startled from my thoughts, putting my books away as everyone else too made their way to the door to leave, our teacher yelling after us that our deadline for our current assignment is Friday.

I rolled my eyes. I had it finished two weeks ago so there was no need to stress.

As I was making my way down the corridor, I got a few stares from people. Some with pity and some with curiosity. Others didn't even bat an eye at me.

I looked up at the school security camera in the corner, wondering if I was being watched at all times. As if I was on some sort of reality show like everyone was watching me.

I start to feel conscious of eyes on me and I look around me, feeling paranoid.

Suddenly I spot Jenna, Ben and Jessica walking down the stairs of the school, laughing at something one of them said.

I bolt for the nearest door which so happens to be the boys bathroom, making my way into the spacious room. I reach for the sink and slowly turn start to splash water upon my face.

I look up at myself in the mirror, frowning at my complexion.

'Did they change anything?'

'Do I still look the same as I did before all of this?'

'Of course I do' I think to myself. Louis recognised me straight away.

I let out a sigh as I glance down away from the mirror, slightly saddened.

"How did you get into this shit Harry?" I ask myself, feeling ridiculous yet sane.

Suddenly the toilet from one of the stalls flushes and before I can look up into the mirror, Dylan emerges out of the stall directly behind me, catches my gaze through the mirror before stating seriously.

"We need to talk."

**

We stare at each other for several moments, I've already turned my body around to him but instead of thinking about what to say, I'm going through the nearest escape in my mind.

Window, too much struggle.

Door, most likely 50% chance of getting out. 75% chance if I put up a fight.

Remaining 25% well...there's the possibility of it going sideways.

I run for the door, not as near putting Dylan off guard as I had hoped. He looked as though he was expecting me to do a runner.

Nonetheless he grabs my shoulder pulling me back just as my fingers graze the door. I gasp as I come hurtling backwards before Dylan wraps his arms around me from behind, holding me still as I try to break free.

"Don't struggle, I'm not going to hurt you Harry. I just want to talk with you." He says into my ear calmly and my eyes widen at the mention of him hurting me before blanking out everything else and going into attack mode.