Undercover

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Ok so like I explained in the notes, bear with me because this chapter is kind of weird and if you're confused I don't blame you I'm just trying to figure my thoughts out so it's kind of hard to write with a million things swirling around in my head. Hope you understand and hopefully next chapter will be better :)

Songs:

Fallen- Sarah McLachlan

Apologize- One Republic

I recommend you listen to these while reading this, you will cry. Or maybe that was just me, but my hormones have been frickin crazy lately and I've been crying at things like the picture of the little girl holding her dad's hand while he was in line to be deported bc he's in the military. Maybe that's why this chapter is so messed up. Sorry :)

BELLE'S POV:

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I say as I look into the green eyes that have captivated me oh so many times

A look of hurt spreads across his face but I can't say that I feel bad for him because honestly, I don't. I was in the middle of getting some information from OG and his friends. Apparently they were planning to spring an attack on One Direction but when they saw me, their plans changed. They thought that I would be the perfect target, little did they know that I can kick their asses. Well they know that now. Anyway they were apparently working with some gang name The Wanted Onez. Yeah, I know, they did add the z instead of the s. Yeah there's some eternal grudge but I never got to find out what because Harry walked in and crashed the entire fucking investigation. Great. Fucking great.

"Woah Belle we just came to save you" Harry says and I can see him get slightly angry at my reaction. That obviously wasn't the one he was looking for.

I gesture to the tied up members with the gun in my hand "Uh I think I'm good" All of the other people that rushed in with Harry stare at him waiting for his next move. Just as I expected, he got angrier.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know what I went through to get to you?! Tracking you down, sending my team on a wild goose chase! Hell I even called my father!" He yells and takes a few steps towards me and points to the young and pristine man in the corner. He raises his hand in a small wave.

"Hello Mr. Styles. I'm Belle. You're son is...sometimes ok" I smile at him and he smiles back

"Harry I like her" He says and his eyes glint back with humor. I look over to Harry to see the anger course through him. His eyes turn bloodshot and the vein in his neck strains against the skin. A deep red covers his skin and I can see him trying to contain his anger.

"Look here you whiny little bitch. You're lucky I went through all of that to save your stupid ass. You better be grateful or I might have to remind you who's in charge here, because is sure as hell isn't you. You're just a tiny little girl who's completely helpless and doesn't know how to use that little thing in peoples' heads called a brain. So you better be thankful you whore because I'm this close to untying OG and leaving so you can deal with him" He growls. This time anger courses through me like it's never done before. Instead of screaming at him or slapping him across the face, I put on my best and fakest smile I've ever conjured up.

"You know what Harry, you're right" I smile at him and I see him let out a breath

"Thank you, now come here and give me a hug" He opens his arms to me and I gracefully walk in. Everyone's mouth in the area dropped. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and I slapped on a devious smile.

"I finally got what's mine back. I'm always right" He says and lets go of me, smiling. The familiar feeling of hate flows through me again and I put my hand on his shoulder. With one forceful motion, I grab onto his should and use it to bend him over and bring me closer to him, while my knee connects with his crotch. He cries out in pain and grabs his crotch, falling to the ground

"And that's where your wrong. Shall we highlight where you were wrong? Let's start from the god damned minute you stepped in this room. You said 'You're lucky I saved your ass' when I clearly had everything under control in the first place. Second, you said that you were in charge right now. Wrong again. Just look at who's on the ground and who stands tall above you"

"You crazy bitch!" He says and I narrow my eyes at him. He starts to get up slowly so I continue

"Third, you told me that I'm completely helpless when I took on six people and knocked two of them out. I even managed to get some information for you so I could share it with you and quite possibly save your life. But no, you chose to be a dick and look where that got you. Fourth, you said that I didn't have a brain but need I remind you Harry, I was the one that graduated at 15 years old. That's skipping 4 fucking grades! And sure, people bullied me for my age and being a nerd, but I pulled through. You know why, because I don't give up. I don't slack off. I didn't start smoking and drinking with all the other teenagers. I actually accomplished something. And lastly, you said that I was yours. Newsflash Harry, I'm not yours nor will I ever be. I'm not your property and you damn well know that, you just are fucking possessive. You will never have me Harry because I don't like you, not even in the slightest. Never. No ever likes the manwhore except for the whores that make him who he is, right?" I finish my rant and take a breath. Harry looks like he's on the verge of crying and I look past him to see Perrie, Zayn, Niall, Louis, and Liam, all wide eyed

"Here, you can finish up" I say coldly and walk past him, slamming the gun on his chest for him to grab it and use it. He grabs it and I continue to walk out. I hear some calls of my name but I keep going. I need to get out of the suffocating building, now. Finally I reach the door way and run to it, desperate for a gulp of fresh air. I continue to run, the calls coming from Harry fueling my adrenaline. His voice sounds hurt and broken as he calls for me to come back. I just keep running and getting closer and closer to the forest and away from this exposing field. I look back to see Harry running after me so I run onto the road. I reach the forest that surrounds the road and keep running up the road until I'm sure I don't see Harry behind and dive into the forest. I hide behind a big bush and hear his voice. After a while it stops and I hear him run back to the building. I feel drops of wetness on my shirt, thinking it was rain. It was then I realized that it wasn't rain, but my own teardrops. I hadn't even realized that I had been crying.

How could I be so cruel?! I'm a monster. I've hurt Harry worse than I slap ever could and I was probably the rudest person on the planet. God I'm such a fuck up. I put my head in my hands and start to full on sob. I cry there for what seemed like hours, days, weeks. The amount of time that I had sat there crying for was unknown but the amount of shame I had felt was more than I would like to know. Eventually I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Niall staring down at me with cold eyes. I stand up and meet his harsh gaze. Not being able to stand his looks, I looked down and brush the dirt off of my shorts. He walks out of the forest area and onto the road, me following him. A car was black car was sitting there, ready to take us wherever.

Niall stopped and turned to look back at me. His gaze was full of judgment and absolute hatred. Before I knew what I was doing, I walked up to Niall and through my arms around his waist while starting to cry into the crook of his neck. Heavy sobs escaped my lips and tears were a constant flow. I could feel Niall loosen up underneath my arms and soon he wrapped them around me too, squeezing me and lightly rubbing my back. I continued to cry harder into Niall as he silently comforted me.

All of the sudden Niall was ripped from my arms and a new body was replaced. I looked up to meet Harry face to face. I tried to harden my face and stop the tears. I managed to stop crying, yet the tears still came out of my eyes.

"I'm sorry" I sob and fit my face into his neck. I continue to sob and he squeezes his arms around me. We rock back and forth while he comforts me

"I-I-I'm s-so sorry" I stutter out and breath in his scent, finally starting to calm down. He hasn't said a word to me, not yet. I pull out of his embrace and look up to him, a single tear escaping his closed eyes. He opens them up and looks at my puffy and red face.

"So are we ok?" I ask with a hopeful smile, tears still not stopping.

He just gives me a hard stare before slightly shaking his head no before heading back to his car. I sit there, stunned at what just happened. I'm a horrible person. I look up to see Niall give me a pitiful look before gesturing for me to get into the car. I walk around the front of it and get into the shotgun seat and close the door. Niall gets in while I buckle my seat belt and he does the same before starting the car and talking off. Harry's car was well ahead of ours. We drive in silence until we reach the nearest town, which is about 30 minutes away, and he stops at a gas station to pee. He's in there for about 10 minutes and I start to get worried. Finally he comes out and back into the car, two Dr. Peppers in his hand. I graciously accept it when he offers me one and he starts to drive again.

I drink the bubbly, brown liquid, the cold drink running down my dry throat. Eventually Niall breaks the silence.

"Why did you do it? Why did you blow up at Harry? The Belle I know would never do that"

"I don't know. I guess I just finally had something going my way when he stepped in and I thought of it as him taking my accomplishment from me and acting like he saved me. When I thought that, something in me just snapped. It was horrible, I've never been like that before. Ever. I'm sorry" I say innocently. It's true though.

"I believe you Belle, I really do. But you shouldn't apologize to me. And now everyone is giving you the cold shoulder" He reminds me

"I know. And yeah, I will apologize to Harry. Maybe I'll call him and do that now, although I'd much rather do it in person. But I just can't wait another half an hour" I say and pull out my phone. Since I don't have Harry's number, Niall tells me it and I dial it. It rings for about four rings before going to voicemail. I turn off my phone and slump down in my seat.

"No answer?"

"Yeah"

"Don't worry, he'll come around" I just barely catch the 'I hope' at the end of his sentence. I decide to turn on the radio to drown out my thoughts. My luck takes a turn for the worse when the song that comes on is Apologize by One Republic. I listen to it for a while, the words continuing to squash my hope more and more

'It's too late to apologize, oh it's too late. I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late'

'Harry is never going to forgive you' 'Face it, you messed up you fuck up' 'Just like the song said, it's too late to apologize' 'You'll never find anyone like Harry again' The thoughts become too much for me and I angrily switch the station. I feel like crying again but I don't. Crying about it will only make me weaker.

To my luck, the song on this station is Fallen by Sarah Mclachlan. Another sad one. This time these words hurt me worse

'Though I've tried, I've fallen...I have sunk so low. I messed up. Better I should know. So don't come around here and tell me I told you so'

The words sting me, each and every one of them. I quickly switch off the radio and close my eyes, praying that sleep will come soon.

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Niall wakes me up and I quickly get out of the car and up to Perrie's room. The door is open yet she's not there so I walk in and go over to the suitcases I have. I pull out some clothes and hastily throw them on. So far I haven't seen anyone, they must've gone out to dinner or something. I go back into the elevator and down to Harry's floor, getting ready to apologize. Once I get down to his floor I run down the hallway to Harry's room, at the very end.

I immediately stop in my tracks when I see a sluggish Harry walk to his room. His feet shuffle on the ground and I see him sniffle and wipe his face constantly. Poor Harry, me must be hurting more than I am. Suddenly an idea dawns on my. I quickly yet silently run back into the elevator and go to the third floor where the dining hall and kitchen is. I run in and furiously check in the empty kitchen for supplies. Once I find everything I need I get to cooking

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I'm a total mess yet I still beam down at the creating I've made. I stare down at the oddest meal ever. The smells from two big bowls of gumbo invade my senses and I breath them in. My grandmother who lived in New Orleans always said, there's nothing a big bowl of gumbo and a plate of cookies can't fix. So that's exactly what I did. I made a big a pot of gumbo and sheets of cookies, enough to feed this entire gang. I set them up on fancy platters in nice bowls, excluding the cookies until desert. I put the sheet of cookies and the pot/two bowls of gumbo in the oven to keep warm. Next I went over to a table and lied out a white table cloth that was covered in colorful paint and markers. It was the closest I could find. I also couldn't find any fancy roses or flowers so I stole a small fake potted plant from the corner of the dining hall and set that in middle. Then I laid out plastic spoons and paper towels. Fancy enough. Next I ran back up to Perrie's room and looked for my best dress. I found this. Next I did my makeup and my hair, giving up on trying to have it down and nicely curled. Finally I found some shoes to match my headband and dress and ran back down, grabbing my phone. I texted Harry

'Meet me in the dining hall -B'

I received no response yet I still ran down to the dining hall. I quickly took the two bowls of gumbo, leaving the cookies and the rest of the gumbo in, out of the oven and ran them over to the my little dining area. Next I poured us two glasses of water and grabbed Harry a can of Coke and me a Dr. Pepper. Finally done, I sat down at my mini-apologizing-date for Harry, impressed that I semi-pulled it off. Just like I suspected, a tired yet shocked Harry walked through the doors and I stood up immediately. I waited for a reaction from him as he looked at me up and down at the mini-date.

And then, I thought I saw him crack a smile

Notes

10 COMMENTS AND 4 MORE VOTES SO I CAN OFFICIALLY HIT 50!!

I know, I know. This was a weird chapter and kind of a filler but bear with my while I try to get my head straight because I think I'm going crazy. About the 50 votes thing, I have around 70 subscribers and about 11,000 reads. It shouldn't be too much to ask for 4 more people who haven't already voted to take one second to vote. Pleaseeeeeee :) New update soon!

-T

Side note- I've gotten some messages and comments and so has the author of The Fighter about her stealing my story. I can assure you guys that I've talked to the author and although our stories are similar, they are going in very different directions. Check out her stories, they're really good :)