Operation: Dangerous Love

Harry Styles was dead – at least that’s what the news reports had all said. He was supposed to be but had they looked a little deeper, the powers that be of Scientific Development and Research of West London may have been surprised to learn that Harry was very much still alive and very much in hiding.

Kneeling behind a gravestone his sad green eyes glanced out across the way, settling in on a funeral taking place; his funeral to be more exact.

“We gather here today to commit Harry Edward Styles to his final place of rest. Though his physical body is not here, his spirit will continue to be a part of those he loved. We have congregated to honor his memory and who he was as a person…who he was as Harry Styles. Gemma? You had some words?” The pastor asked kindly to the weepy young girl that stood by her mother.

“Y-yes.” She stuttered, walking up to the podium beside the priest, her blonde hair blowing gently in the soft breeze of the warm sun.

Harry wanted to run and comfort his elder sibling but didn’t dare move from his spot.

“My brother Harry was murdered by Scientific Research and Development. I’m positive it was them. All signs point –“ Gemma ranted but her stepfather was quick to comfort her anger and whisper gentle lies in her ear so that she could continue.

“Fine, but we all know it’s true,” Gemma muttered, hugging her arms to herself. The long elegant lace dress was all black, matching perfectly with the short pinned hat she wore with the dark vail that covered her face. She took in a breath and left it out.

“Harry was a very kind soul. He would help a stranger he saw in distress on the street and want nothing in return for helping but that was Harry being what he was, selfless. His heart has always been pure and I know if he were here right now that he wouldn’t want to see us cry for him. I know –“ Gemma let out a loud sob and Harry covered his own mouth to hold back a cry that threatened to escape.

Gemma shook her head and ran to her chair, sitting down with her hands over her face while being hugged tightly by Anne and a few other relatives.

Harry let the tears run down his face knowing this had been a mistake. He wanted to gather comfort from his funeral but all he felt was pain.

“I’m sorry Gem, I can’t come back. I can never come back.” Harry sniffled, his voice turning deep and raspy.

“THEY MURDERED HIM! THEY MURDERED MY BROTHER!” Cried Gemma to the Heavens as she remained inconsolable.

Harry let a small sob escape him and stood cautiously to remain unseen and quickly left. His heart ached leaving his family behind but if he ever returned he knew they would try to kill him and Harry couldn’t put his family through any more pain a second time.

“I’m so sorry, G. I can’t come back. I can never come back. You were right and I should have listened. I should have quit when I had the chance.” He admitted, walking quickly through the cemetery in tears.

He saw his car and ran to it, throwing open the door and diving in.

For a moment he sat there, the wind whispering by his ear and carrying his hair back in a gently wafting motion. The air thick with silence and that is all Harry would know for years.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered one final time, closing his eyes in regret before slamming the door and driving away without looking back.

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