Undercover

HELLO PEOPLE, SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING, I'VE BEEN KINDA BRAIN DEAD LATELY. ANYWAY, PLEASE GO READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTES AND HAPPY 30TH CHAPTER AND HAPPY 9 MONTH ANNIVERSARY!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN NINE MONTHS SINCE I STARTED THIS ACCOUNT!!

**Blows out candle to cupcake**


BELLE'S POV:

Little drops of perspiration trickled on my skin as I stood in the soft, white sand on the beach. The water was a clear blue and the sun was half way into its descent in the sky. A slight breeze shook the trees and blew through the holes of my crocheted sweater. I could've gone swimming if I wanted to, after all I did have my swimsuit on, but I didn't. I was too exhausted after my week of cleaning up the rooms of extremely unhygienic people. It was Friday night, but I still had three more days of cleaning to go.

By this time, all the kids were gone off the beach, leaving just the teenagers to start their bonfires with friends. Perrie was off at some huge party in Plaza Mayor with a bunch of other twenty-year-olds, probably getting drunk and high.

"Funny seeing you here," I hear a raspy voice from behind me. My hair flies into the air as I whip my head around to face someone I haven't spoken to in a week. His hair was longer, showing off his trademark curls. A slight five-o' clock shadow crept up onto his sharp jaw line and his jade eyes glimmered in the sun.

"Same to you. I didn't think quiet places were really your scene. I assumed you were out at the giant bash in the plaza," I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest and squinting against the sinking sun.

"Sometimes they're nice. I'll admit, it was hard to turn down the party, but I wasn't really feeling up to it. I haven't been feeling up to anything lately," He says an takes a step forward. It takes me a second, but I finally notice something different about him. He's wearing skinny, khaki pants that are rolled up at the ankles and a Pink Floyd t-shirt. I thought about the exact same Pink Floyd shirt I have sitting up in my old closet at my mom's house.

"Tell me about it. I've been so exhausted lately. I don't know how Perrie does it, getting up to clean from six am to six pm and then going out to get drunk. I don't know how I could've handled that".

"So that's what you've been doing with your time in Madrid. I knew that, that wad of cash you stole wouldn't last you very long," He says, coming closer yet again. But I don't back up.

"Sorry about that. And it's what we do to get by," I shrug. His eyes look so conflicted, and I know he's debating about bringing up some sore subjects.

"Belle, just come back and stay at the hotel with Zayn and me. We can leave whenever you want to, I promise. Your life will be so much simpler," His offer is tempting, but something about a simple life just doesn't sound appealing.

"Look Harry, I know that you're trying your best here, but just stop. I don't want simple. Even though I've been through so much pain and heartbreak, I wouldn't take back the last couple of months for anything. They've made me who I am and they've made my life way more interesting than anything ever could. Somehow, the struggle to get by everyday is exciting, thrilling even. Besides, Perrie and I owe the hotel we're staying at a bit of money, which we don't have at the moment".

"I can pay that off in an instant! Come on Belle, I know that you know that your life has been anything but boring with me. I can promise you that surviving off of scraps is not a healthy life-style that you want to have," He pleads, stepping closer until there's a mere inch in between us.

"I'm sorry Harry, but no," I tell him, turning away. Just as I'm about to step away, his hand grabs my elbow and pulls me back to him. He envelops me in a hug and this time, I don't fight it. He smells so good and this sign of affection is the most comfortable thing I've felt in a while.

"What's holding you back, Belle?" He whispers into my hair. I try to think straight, but his touch is sending me into hysterics and clouding my judgement–like a drug. I attempt to clear my mind and think of the real answer. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and search the depths of my mind for what I want to say and how I want to say it. Finally, it comes to me.

"Trust."

"What?" He questions, pulling me back a bit and resting his hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes.

"I said trust Harry. I don't have it with you," I tell him plainly, shrugging like it's no big deal, even though it is.

"Why don't you trust me Belle?" He wonders and his eyebrows draw down quizzically, "You should know that I would never intentionally hurt you Belle. You should know that damn it! Why don't you trust me?"

"I don't know Harry, why don't we start with the secret girlfriend? Or the fact that I know nothing about you? Or even the fact that you're secretly hunting down gang leaders and murdering them? You're a murderer Harry! A murderer!" I scream, stepping out of his grasp and bringing up the thing I shoved to the back of my mind the minute I saw it. I still have that list stashed in the pocket of my favorite jeans, and it's not leaving there.

"How, in the hell, do you know about that?" He asks, his voice a stern kind of quiet. The kind that your mom uses when she knows that you did something bad, though she wants to hear you say that you did it yourself.

"I'm not stupid Harry! The necklace you gave me to protect? Yeah I still have it, and I still wear it. And even more importantly, I know what it does, or should I say, what it opens," I tell him, whipping out the carefully concealed key he gave to me to wear.

"Belle, that's none of your business," He warns, his temper growing thin. I watch as he balls his fists and his face starts to turn a bit red.

"Oh that's very much my business. I don't want to be near a murderer, Harry! I want to be safe, I want to feel safe," I yell at him, trying to get the point through his thick skull. He's not listening to me, and I hate it.

"I thought you like the thrill," He growls before grabbing me and pushing me hard against the palm tree behind me. The bark scrapes my back and I wince as he presses himself against me, rubbing his hips against mine. His eyes spark as he leans closer, his voice a mere whisper, and says," I thought you liked to be wild."

And then he kisses me.

Notes

OH MY GAWD PEOPLE I AM NOT DEAD. Sorry about the lack of updating, I've had a bad case of writer's block. And on top of that, I had this whole, really long chapter written out, but then it deleted on me! Fuck that ! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that lil bit of romance at the end ;)
I promise, my updates will become more consistent once all my testing for the end of the year is done. Just wait till summer, then you'll get some really good updates. I swear ;)

STAY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE AND HAPPY 30TH CHAPTER AND HAPPY 9 MONTH ANNIVERSARY!! IT'S BEEN 9 MONTHS SINCE I STARTED THIS ACCOUNT!! :)