Shattered

-Harry's pov-

" Who are you?" She asked.

I knew this would come up sometime. If only those officers wouldn't have come to the door. I wasn't suppose to have another run in with the law, like last night with Chance.

Paul didn't want any of the police here in America to know about me. Don't know why, he just didn't. Too risky, He would say.

" Sydney, I told you I moved to America a few years ago right? Because I got into too much trouble." I stated. She nodded.

" Yeah you did."

" But that's not the whole story," I sighed and laced my fingers on the table.

" I moved to America under the whitness protection program. My real name is Harold Styles Edward. When I moved here they gave me a new identity, Harry Styles. Cause styles is actually my middle name. I wanted my fake name to be close to my real one. Landon Wright was something I made up off the top of my head to make the police believe me." I breathed.

There, I said it. No one knew about the truth about how I got here or my real name. Only Paul. Paul is my agent, my security, incase you're wondering.

Sydney's face was confused.

" I'll answer any of your questions." I said. She nodded.

" What were you a part of that was so bad? That you had to be in the safety of the whitness protection program?" She asked.

Easy question.

" Many things. I was a part of the mafia, so I whitnessed many drug trafficking and murders, etc." I said. She nodded.

" Why did you become a part of them?" She asked. I ran a hand through my hair.

I sighed. " I was born into it. My deadbeat father had been pretty high up in the business so it was only right for me to follow his footsteps. He's in jail now. I haven't seen my mother and sister in God knows how long." I moaned. I missed them so much.

" Why? Because they can't know who you are now?" She asked I nodded.

" Correct."

I wasnt suppose to tell Sydney any of this. I could get in big trouble. But the girl I love should know. I trusted her with my life. I'm surprised she's not screaming about how much of a bad person I am or that I never told her. This is why I love her. She was so understanding.

-Sydney's pov-

I didn't know how to think. Harry was under the whitness protection program? For years now, he hasn't told anyone. I knew the real Harry so to me, none of this mattered. I'm glad he told me though, so I knew now.

Everyone has a deep secret. Mine was the one night with Chance... Or sleeping my sister's boyfriend. One of the two. Harry's happened to be this. Something he was not proud of, which I could tell by the way he was telling me about it.


" Well you personality isn't fake right?" I smiled, teasing him. I needed to lighten the mood. I could see in his face that he was relieved I took this so well.

" No it's not fake. Everything you know about me is 100 percent true. like how I love eggs and bacon. Or how I work at a bar named chumps. I haven't been lying about anything else but my name and past." He smiled. His smile made me smile.

" I'm happy you told me." I said quietly, things getting serious.

" Me too. It's good to get it off my chest to someone else besides Paul. Paul by the way Syd, is my agent, or security, incase I get in trouble or someone from the mafia I used to be in comes after me for leaving." He said. I stood up and walked around the table to him, sitting on his lap.

" Well thats... Good I guess," I didn't know how to reply to that.
" so I'm the only one who knows?" I asked. He nodded.

" Yes, and you can not tell anyone. I'm serious."

" you know I wouldn't do that. And what does your family think you're doing right now? Do they know?"

Harry bit his lip in the sexy way he does.

" They know the FBI took me away under this program but they don't know where to or who I am," he sighed.

I rested my head against his. It was silent for a few moments.

" I'm sorry." I whispered.

" Me too," He nodded. " But it's okay. I have you now."

His words made me melt.

I tilted his head up and kissed his big pink lips. He tasted so sweet.

I swung my leg over so I was straddling him. His large hand roamed my body and we made out on his dining room chair.

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