The Inner Cover || Harry Styles

Uno

I look at the woman, who I now know as my headmistress, and observe her. Her hair is in a messy bun, showing she was in a mess. Her watch on her left hand, meaning she's right handed, knowing that I see the crease marks on her palm which shows she shots with her right hand also. The more I look at her, more I notice her. The bags under her eyes from under or over sleeping, and the way her left knee bends further than her right as she paces around the front of the hall. The hall is split, girls on one side and boys on the other. Our classes will be split so we don't get distracted and my mum and dad told me not to fall in love, that's the biggest danger of all.

But, I'm not scared of it. All of the girls around me stand up and I then knock out of my observation mode and stand up also, chanting the words that my roommates are saying.

"We are the Northent girls from the Northent institute for young men and women," I pause, keeping focus on the wall 10 metres away. Noticing how only one brick is cracked in half but still in perfect place. "We promise to keep the secrets inside these walls and stay true to our descendants."

Everyone sits down and the boys then stand up saying the same. My eyes go back and forth between the brick and my mothers friend, who I heard was called Mrs. Styles.

"Thank you," She spoke up. "Our teachers will now join us and we will eat." The doors that I had previously came through fly open and a line of teachers start walking in.

The line is varied, some old and some young. You could tell which ones were more experienced with Covert Operations and who were on the intellectual side. But my eyes caught one man and I assume so did every girl in the room because the girl five girls down from me finally stopped talking and heard someone from the other end of the hall whisper, "Mr. Carter." The whole of the girl population would've freaked. (Literally, and I mean girl world, not international spy world)

Blair nudges me and she looks at me like I'm not acting like I should be. The room is now loud with the sound of food getting thrown onto plates and forks scraping across plates but still quiet enough for me to realise what Mrs. Styles said to her colleague, thinking I didn't hear.

"I wonder if she's as good as her parents, her brother sure is," Mr. Carter replies to her. I'm always compared, worst thing about being the youngest sibling and born into a spy family that your parents are legends. Sometimes I wonder if that's the only reason I'm in this school, because of my family's abilities and not for my own. I'm here to prove a point.

I throw some food onto my plate, including some chicken legs, sweet corn and potato croquettes (how I love them). Everyone is talking, me feeling left out from last years gossip.

"Where are you from, Acelyn?" Amelia asks me, placing some beef into her mouth.

"I was born in Texas," I smile. "Raised in London, after my mum and dad decided to live closer to family."

I continue eating my food, feeling like I'm chewing forever but not wanting to let my guard down and let anything unseen by everyone go unseen by me.

Blair waves to someone behind me and I look over my shoulder slightly to see my brother waving back.

"How do you know Kayden?" I ask quite irritated that I will have to share friends with my brother.

"He's in my World Culture class," she giggles, blushing. "He's cute."

I make a fake gaging face. "He's my brother,"

"Oh, we know," Amelia states. "I did my research on you last night. I know quite a lot, Acelyn." She says as if it's normal, I guess it's their world. They're used to it. I look back at Kayden and give him a glare, him in return getting punches from his friends that surround him at the table. Our table, however, is the gossip table. I guess there's not much of a difference between spy girls and normal girls, or is that what they want you to think? Covers hide in all spy's, to protect, for revenge or for right or bad reasons. But the hardest cover there is, is your own.

"I should've expected that," I smile at her, finishing the food on my plate. "It's... Different here."

They both laugh, "International Spy School, Acelyn-"

"Ace," I butt in. "Call me Ace."

"Sorry, Ace." Blair continues. "Amelia likes to stay on top with her hacking..."

Amelia hits Blair on the arm. "Shh," She giggles. "Nobody knows!"

"I do now," I wink over. "Maybe I'll go tell Headmistress Styles."

"Oh god! Please, Ace-"

"I'm kidding!"

"Sneaky one." Blair adds.

"Maybe I'll tell him," I point to the boy that walks past at the time, his hair is brown and curly (Quite long hair for a boy) and his smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

They both look at me with wide eyes, looking back at the handome boy wearing the assigned school uniform. Which consists of trousers for the boys and a skirt for the girls (Black ones of course) with a dark blue and green tie. Their eyes are glued to the boy and I find myself staring too, he keeps walking, oblivious to the whole year of girls staring at him walking towards the door at the end of the hall.

"He's who I think he is, isn't he?" I say in awe.

"If that's Harry Styles, then yes." Blair smiles. "He doesn't talk to any of the girls though,"

"The most focused boy here," Amelia finished for Blair.

"Headmistress' son, of course he needs to stay focused." I laughed. Looking at the boy that I had heard of but never met, his mother never let him come round because I was there.

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A/N: unedited and rushed, sorry.