Top Secret 2[ON HOLD]

Chapter 17:

Harry's POV:

I watched as she sat in the window watching the snow fall weightlessly to the ground, drinking her favorite hot tea, and reading a letter she received this morning from the post. She had been reading it over and over again, it seemed like she didn't know how to think of it or she didn't know how to respond. All I knew, was that she made a big deal about going to get it and wouldn't tell me who it was from. She sat with the letter clinging to tightly in her fingers, that if you even tried to take it from her..she would give you a million paper cuts.

I walk over to her very slowly, making sure she couldn't hear the floor creaking. I wanted to look over her shoulder and see if I could see who it was from or what it said.

"You were never a good one to sneak up on me, Styles." She says, in a soft spoken tone.

"I'm sorry, love." I say, placing my hands gently on her shoulders and rubbing her aching body. She was aching from all the excitement that I had previously gotten us into. She had a few cuts and bruises here and there but I'm sure her back was killing her too.

"You have knots everywhere." I say, pressing my thumbs into the round balls of muscle in her shoulders.

"Yes, I know." She says, sipping her tea and flipping the letter over to close it with one hand. She knew what I was trying to do and she avoided it real quick.

"Why won't you tell me what's in the letter or who it's from?" I ask, impatiently like a child.

"That is because it is none of your business, Harry." She says, sort of annoyed.

"I thought we were supposed to have no secrets between us?" I ask, sadly.

"That changed when you joined the CIA with only a few months left of your break until you're on tour again. You've put yourself, the boys, family and your fans at risk. You never know, you may have another 'Mr.X' scare again." She scolds.

"Oh that's rubbish, Mr.X was an arse who wasn't real anyway." I reply.

"Oh, you mean the woman with two guns in the front row at the stage, or the two to three men standing at each entrance with guns waiting for you all to come out? Harry, you all almost could've gotten killed if your bodyguards didn't call the police." She reminds.

"How do you know all of this?" I ask.

"I worked for the CIA longer than you have, Harry, and that was one of the missions I was almost assigned to while I was a rookie." She says, shocking me. "I'm glad they were found when they were."

"Me too, it was scary." I answer truthfully.

"Well, I'm going to reply to this letter in the next room. Do not follow me and do not read over my shoulder, Mr.Icantletanythinggowithoutknowingitfirst." She smiles, while standing up and putting her tea on the table.

"Lia.." I say, pulling her into me as she puts the letter in her pocket.

"Harry.." She mocks.

"I love you, baby girl." I whisper, kissing her forehead.

"Harry, I need some time before I can say that again.." She says, laying her head on my shoulder in defeat.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just can't help it, you know?" I ask, rubbing her back.

"I'm sorry." She says, wrapping her arms around me.

"Can I at least get a kiss?" I ask, trying to be cute.

She nodded slowly and brought her lips to mine whilst standing on her toes. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I laid my hands on her hips to hold her steady. When her lips pressed to mine, I felt my heart race the same way it always had when we kissed each other. It was always like this with Lia, the electricity, the live wire feeling. I couldn't help but cherish every moment of this because I didn't know when it would be our last one for good.