This chapter was nice to write. Love writing Harry's POV ❣

Look at his cute lil tummy aw 🦄

Movie 🎥 Léon: The Professional (1994)

Happy Reading xx

~T

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H A R R Y 🔫

  My relationship with Scarlett had gotten moderately better after that one night I asked her to wait for me. I tried my best to stop anything that seemed rude coming out of my mouth and I stopped visiting Natalie completely. I was still pretty crude but not to a point where Scarlett would get hurt by my words. What I've been doing has made her considerably happy over the last couple of weeks, and seeing her happy made me feel a certain way I had never felt before.

  I was more than relived to know that the advice and pills the sleep specialist gave Scarlett, worked. Her dreadful nightmares lessoned, and whenever she did have a nightmare it was never as fearful as the ones she used to have; the ones that always made the cry. I could tell she was a bit worried that now that her nightmares are gradually fading away, I won't sleep with her again, and the truth was: she was completely wrong.

  Holding her in my sleep gave me a sense of protectiveness over her, and I liked it. She was a strong woman who certainly didn't need my protection anymore, but having her in my arms, cuddled into my chest, gave me that sense of superiority again. Also, something about the action always had my heart melting; it was almost like I've never slept well than with Scarlett in my entire life. It made me feel like I wasn't alone anymore.

  I now knew I felt something deep for Scarlett, something I've never felt before and frankly, I just couldn't ignore it anymore. A part of me wants to tell her all about it, to let it flourish and change me for her. But the bigger part of me wanted to do the exact opposite, to ignore the feeling until it goes away eventually, to continue being the harsh cruel person I was to turn Scarlett away. But even I knew that it would be stupid to ignore whatever I was feeling.

   "Harry, are you listening?" Liam's accented voice brought me out of my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.

   "No, what did you say?" I asked in a bored tone. I was currently in the science labs with Liam, watching him do some chemical equations, trying to figure out something unknown to me.

   "I created this new serum, which increases the number of mitochondria in a human cell. Y'know since mitochondria is what supplies the cell with energy. So, I thought maybe if I increased the supply of mitochondria by one percent, I think I can make someone less tired and more energetic than a regular human being would usually be," he explained in excitement, while I listened and nodded.

   "Sounds great, Liam," I commented unenthusiastically, chuckling as he chucked a marker at my head. "Can we go do something that's actually fun? And I don't mean do your weird experiments on those poor defenseless animals," I pointed a finger at him.

   "You sounded like an actual human being when you said that last sentence, and not a soulless prick," Liam gave me a surprised look while I rolled my eyes at him.

  We left the science department, making our way to the top of the warehouse where all the weapons creation and testing took place. It was one of my favorite places to go to, I was always asked to help test out new weapons created and feedback on if it was convenient and etc. Liam started rambling about how him and Sophia had their five-year anniversary just yesterday, as I tried out cool new gadgets invented by one of my friends, Raoul, who worked here.

   "I think I'm going to ask her to marry me," Liam told me with a smile on his face while I stared at him strangely.

   "You love her that much?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.

   "Of course I do! Is that even a question?" he shot, I held my hands up in defense with my eyebrows raised.

   "I want you to be my best man," Liam said, and I immediately spun around.

   "Hell no," I instantly said, cringing at the idea of a wedding. I almost hated anything associated with love and happiness.

   "Why not?" Liam whined, while I glared at him. "Come on mate, do it for me," he gave me a sad look, pouting slightly with his big brown eyes. The look immediately reminded me of Scarlett, and how she'd do a similar one when she had to beg me for permission to do something.

   "Liam, you know I hate weddings," I gave him a serious look.

   "Who knows? Maybe you'll get married one day," Liam retorted, while I focused my blank gaze on him, then I burst out laughing.

   "The day I get married, pigs will fly. No, scratch that. The day I fall in love, is the day it snows in summer," I snorted, shaking my head at the ridiculous idea of falling in love with someone. 

   "Well I suppose I'd agree with you if it was two months ago, but now I'm not so sure," Liam said skeptically.

   "What are you talking about?" I gave him a strange look, making him act all nervous and anxious.

   "Never mind," he shook his head. I put down the night vision goggles I was holding in my hands, and walked over to Liam.

   "Tell me," I demanded in a firm tone, pulling my brows over my eyes.

   "It's stupid-"

   "I don't care! Just tell me!"

   "Alright! It's just that I think you're changing a bit," he explained vaguely.

   "How so?" I frowned.

   "Scarlett," he uttered, making my body freeze. I never talked about how I felt about Scarlett to anyone, and I still didn't want to. How on earth is Liam assuming something's going on with Scarlett and I?

   "Scarlett's not changing me," I responded firmly.

   "No. But you're changing yourself for her," Liam argued, while my features slackened. He had a point.

   "Is it that obvious?" I asked quietly, giving up on hiding this from Liam. Maybe I could get advice from him about my feelings and etc.

   "Kind of is, mate. People are not used to seeing you acting differently only with one person, which is weird because you're pretty much the same to everyone else," he explained while I sighed, turning away. "You know you can talk to me about anything, Harry," he told me softly and I nodded.

   "It's all her, Liam. She's making me feel weird, and don't even know what it is I'm feeling! Like, I feel something deep for her but I know it's not some sort of silly crush; it's something bigger than that. But what the fuck is it!?" I exclaimed, frowning in frustration.

   "Harry, that's a sign," Liam simply said with a smug smile on his face.

   "A sign of what?"

   "A sign indicating that you might be falling-,"

   "In love?" I gaped, before snorting in laughter. "Love? I've only known her for two months, Liam, and let's not forget how it's pretty much impossible for me to love someone," I continued to laugh while Liam simply shook his head.

   "You'll see," he smiled softly as me before walking away, leaving me slightly confused. What did he mean by that?

  After that I headed back to the apartment, which was empty as Scarlett was gone. The Red Phase had finished a while back and she was now on her field mission with her teammates, she was coming back tomorrow, as it had almost been a week since she left. I was supposed to be organizing it but I had some work to do and missions to go on, so I let Jade handle it.

  I scoffed when I remembered her telling me she'd take care of Scarlett for me. Liam wasn't the only one who suspected something was going on between Scarlett and I, Jade knew too, although I think it was mainly because Scarlett told her. Dexter and Louis knew, Blake too, but those were just the main people, others didn't suspect a thing. I wasn't as bothered as I thought I would be by this news, probably because these people were my friends and not my acquaintances. If Vlad knew about this or Blaze or Seth, they'd tell me I was growing soft and vulnerable, which would make me angry.

  I was ripped out of my thoughts when my iPhone in my pocket started vibrating. Slipping it out of my jean pocket, I slid my finger across the screen and answered the call without looking.

   "Styles," I spoke firmly.

   "Shithead," the one and only Jade replied.

   "Skank," I responded automatically, before wondering why on earth was she calling. "How's the mission week going?" I questioned in interest.

   "Fantastic. Some people are really shit though; I guess I know who's not going to pass the course this year. But others like Scarlett and Zia, y'know, Ford's daughter, are slaying," she explained admirably, but I only wanted to know about how Scarlett was doing.

   "How's Scarlett?" I questioned, trying to sound nonchalant but failed as Jade started chuckling.

   "She's fine, Romeo. Actually, well, not really," she answered quickly, while I frowned.

   "What happened?" I asked sharply, feeling slight worry flood me.

   "She got shot-"

   "What the fuck!"

   "But she's fine! Calm down," she responded softly as I tried to inhale and exhaled deeply. Why was I freaking out so much? It was just a bullet wound, nothing more.

   "How'd she get shot?"

   "Someone was aiming for one of the shittiest recruits on the team, and she saved him. Took the bullet for him," she explained while I felt myself frown.

   "Why would she do that?" I said in slight confusion. I'm pretty sure she didn't know the person enough to actually risk her life for him; it sounded ridiculous.

   "That's what I thought too, until I realized how amazing of a person she really is. I feel bad that we're corrupting her by training her and forcing her to kill people. She's legit like Wonder Woman, and man can she fight! She's a genius too, and a very fast learner!" Jade exclaimed while I felt myself smile proudly at all these brilliant comments about Scarlett. I couldn't help but say I was really proud to hear that she's been doing well. Her father would've been proud too.

   "That's amazing," I said, as I flopped down on the couch.

   "It really is. She helped out a lot of people on the team, even though on a normal mission you'd leave out anyone who'd get hurt right? But she always went back for people," Jade told me as I began to realize how truly amazing Scarlett really was.

  She was so kind-hearted, lovely, intelligent and also very strong-willed and independent. I hated that I never saw much of that side of her because I always brought out the worst in her, the raging side of her, which probably never existed until she met me. Plus she always seemed insecure about everything whenever she was with me, it was probably my hurtful comments, but she shouldn't have been affected by them anyways. How different am I to any other?

  Was it strange that after realizing all these things, my feelings for her just grew even deeper? It was like she was the complete opposite of me. They were right when they said opposites attract.

   "The only problem is that she isn't killing anybody," Jade said quietly as I felt myself sigh in understanding.

   "Let me guess, she just knocks them out?"

   "Bingo," Jade responded. "When the time comes, I'm sure she'll do it," Jade promised.

   "Yeah I guess so," I murmured in agreement. "Well, where did she get shot?" I asked her.

   "In the shoulder. Nothing major," Jade said briefly, and I nodded even though she didn't see me. "I've got to go, Shithead. I'll see you tomorrow morning!" she spoke loudly before hanging up.

  I tried to ignore the worry that had settled into my bones now. Jade had reassured me twice that Scarlett was all right, but for some reason that wasn't enough for me to believe it. I had to actually see her before I started believing that she was okay. This constant anxiety was eating me alive as I tapped away on my laptop, researching about some rich drug lord I had to assassinate in a couple of days. But my mind wouldn't focus; it was clouded with thoughts of Scarlett.

  Shaking my head clear of my distracting thoughts, I went back to researching and planning out my attack. After two hours of working it was around nine o'clock. I decided to eat at the mess hall for dinner this time, thinking that if I was eating with Liam rather than by myself, my worrying thoughts wouldn't distract me.

  It was queer to me that I was worrying this much about Scarlett. Like I said before, I had started to feel a lot of different emotions I've never experience before, ever since I met her. She had started to make me feel, raw emotions, feelings I never thought I would've been capable of feeling. But despite how she's making me feel and all that, I still couldn't trust her, mainly because I don't trust anyone, and it was hard for me to change that just for her, but also because I just wasn't sure about her.

  Thoughts like these flowed around in my head as I walked up to the warehouse. I was still thinking about Scarlett again, and whether she was doing alright. I remembered how I promised I'd protect her from anything, so right now I was feeling paranoid as I couldn't physically protect her as I wasn't with her. Cursing under my breath, I gave up. Digging my hand into my pocket, I dialed Jade's number again.

   "Harry?" she questioned.

   "I need to speak to Scarlett," I said bluntly.

   "Why?" she simply asked.

   "I just need to," I huffed impatiently.

   "Harry, she's fine. Why are you worrying so much?" Jade queried. It was as if she was trying to get me to confess something.

   "Because I-" and then I stopped, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

   "Because you what?" Jade asked in a teasing voice, making me scowl. "Care about her?"

   "I'm worried about her," I grumbled, frowning at the wall in front of me.

   "You're worried about her because you care about her," Jade explained to me, as if she knew exactly how I was feeling.

   "I don't care about her," I responded in a false tone.

   "Don't lie to me, Shithead. I know you care, you're just too proud to say it," she snapped playfully, chuckling a little. "Honestly Harry, you can tell me anything and I won't judge. I'm happy you care about someone else other than yourself."

   "Jade," I spoke in a warning tone. "I don't care about her," I said again, but the words felt bitter in my mouth. Did I care about her?

   "Whatever, I'll go get your girlfriend for you," she muttered, giving up on trying to get me to confess. It was quiet on the other line until I heard some shuffling, and someone softly breathing.

   "Harry?" I heard Scarlett's voice speak quietly. She sounded exhausted.

   "Baby," I breathed, feeling my body flood in relief when I heard her speak. It may sound weird but I was happy to hear her voice. "Are you okay?"

   "Yeah I'm alright," she said casually. She must've not known that I knew about her getting shot.

   "Scar, I know you got shot," I told her seriously, imagining her tense up slightly before sighing.

   "Yeah, I did, but I'm fine now. It's just a flesh wound," she explained wearily, which almost made me feel bad for bothering her. But I needed to know if she was okay.

   "I know but are you sure you're okay? You didn't loose a lot of blood? Did you clean the wound properly? You could get an infection if you-"

   "Yes, Harry," she sighed. "I went to a hospital. I'm perfectly fine," she told me firmly.

   I knew that it was just a bullet wound; normally I wouldn't have cared less because to me having a bullet wound was like getting a scratch or something. But with Scarlett, I felt like she got shot in the neck or something more severe than that. I knew I was over-reacting but I was just concerned about her. I knew I had hurt her before and made it seem like I didn't care if she got hurt, but I did. Most of my actions were always out of anger, I never meant for them to cause her any distress. I had an actual anger problem that needed counseling.

   "Harry did you hear a word I said?" Scarlett's tired voice brought me out of my thoughts.

   "No, I'm sorry baby," I mumbled distractedly. "What were you saying?"

   "I asked, why are you so worried about me?" Her voice went considerably quieter, as if she almost didn't want me to hear her. But I did. She must've been afraid of how I'd answer, whether I'd hurt her or not.

   "I-I don't know. I just got this sudden anxiety when Jade told me you got shot, even though she told me like a hundred times that you're alright," I rambled a little.

   "Is that why you asked to speak to me?"

   "Yes," I answered softly. "I just wanted to know if you were okay. I wanted to hear it from you," I mumbled quietly, feeling timid all of a sudden.

   "I'm fine Harry. There's nothing for you to worry about, okay? My shoulder's feeling better now and I'll be able to train and do stuff again in a few days," she told me softly. I had a feeling my words pleased her slightly, to know that I felt concerned about her. I wondered if she still thinks I care about her after that day I told her I didn't.

  "Now rest your mind and don't stress about it," she advised gently and I found myself nodding.

   "Okay," I responded.

   "Okay," I could tell she was smiling that pretty smile of hers, probably thinking that it was cute or something, that I was worrying about her so much. "I'm going to go sleep now, I'll see you tomorrow, Harry," she told me.

   "Tomorrow," I said with a faint smile. "Stay safe and goodnight baby," I told her, it felt foreign when I called her that.

   "Goodnight, H," she whispered softly, her nickname for me causing my heart to jump in a weird way. Maybe not jump, more like flutter. I felt content that night, slightly relieved that Scarlett was after all okay, despite the many times I was reassured that she was fine. I just knew I couldn't wait to see her again tomorrow morning. I hated to say it but I kind of missed her.

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-what do y'all think of this Harry pov? I think it's cute how he was so worried about Scarlett 🙃

-I've spoken to some people about this before, this book will have a sequel, which means that this book will end with a cliffhanger.

- QUESTION:

Describe Harry in one word

Complicated.

-the last few chapters of this book will probably make you emotional unstable, I know it'll make me like that, so watch out 🤖

Until we meet again...

~T