Immortals || H.S.

VII

Harry–

 

I ran my fingers through my gelled hair only to groan; I hated gelling my hair but I was forced for the camouflage. As I stood in front of the bathroom’s mirror, I not-so-happily attached my blue contacts, covering my green eyes; another part of the camouflage. I hated my new, bizarre appearance and I hated this particular task.

As you can figure, I am not the Harry Edwards they assume of me to be. In fact, I am Harry Edward Styles, son of Desmond Styles, deceased member of Eagles. Yes, I am an Eagle.

Five years ago, when I was sixteen, Eagles announced my death in order to convince Immortals of my non-existence, which they claimed to be for my own safety. Now, I am believed to be Harry Edwards, a British guy whose parents were murdered by Eagles and is a member of Immortals for revenge. Yes, Eleanor is my cousin and is indeed an Eagle, just like I was.

This idea was all Gemma’s, my sister who took the authority of Eagles after my father’s death. She ordered me to come from Australia, where I hid for the last five years, and informed me of my task. She decided to plant me and Eleanor here in Immortals as spies to inform her of everything going, so that we could take their fraternity down. It was a brilliant idea really, considering the fact that nobody knew me or El, as she wasn’t an important member of Eagles who preferred to always hide in the shadows.

My mission consisted of only one thing; know information of Immortals and inform Eagles of them; simple as this.

My phone rang and I huffed while walking over to it. After holding it firmly in my hand, I saw Liam’s number blaring on the screen. Smiling, I answered.

“Liam, what’s up man,” I greeted, and heard him sigh.

“Thanks God you’re still alive! I was worried sick,” he replied almost immediately, causing me to furrow my brows in confusion.

“What’d you mean I’m still alive?”

“I mean they haven’t busted and killed you, yet. This mission of yours is extremely dangerous and risky,” I rolled my eyes, “now tell me, how’re you and El?”

“I’m doing exceptionally okay and so does El. Oh; she’s now dating Louis Tomlinson, one of the head authorities here.” Liam chuckled.  

“I guess she’s relying on her charms, isn’t she?” I could imagine him smirking just like me. “What about you, Harry, aren’t you gonna show off on your own way? I mean, you’ve always been the charmer out of us.”

I snickered, “I guess I am working my charms too, Liam.”

“And who’s the unfortunate lady?”

“Augustina Travis,” I heard him gasp through the phone.

“No way,”

“Yes way,” my smirk grew broader.