Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 6

      I take shut another box then stack it up against another box on my floor. Mr. Styles told me about moving into his home a day ago. It took me a few hours to process everything before I started packing up my stuff. I don't have a lot of stuff anyways. You can only buy so much stuff in the six months you've been living in a big city.

I still don't know who the hell is the other person I have to live with. It's like college all over again. I hope it's not a pervert guy or anything. I wonder if they're from the same agency?

I push a few strands of hair away from my face as I look my closet up and down. I'm trying to finish all of my packing today. At least that's the plan.

Zara clears her throat to catch my attention which makes me shoot my head towards the door. She's leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. "Need any help?"

I softly smile at her, resting my hands on my hips. "I'm good."

"Promise to update me on that hot asshole every day. I need to know how he acts behind the camera." She chuckles at her last sentence.

"Harry? You want me to text you all about Harry?" I furrow my eyebrows at her. There's nothing much to say. It's not like he cusses at me every chance he gets.

"Yes! I told Zayn to tell me about Becca but he completely ignored-"

"Zayn? Zayn is Becca's bodyguard?" I feel my mood instantly lift. I really hope he is her bodyguard. Living with Zayn sounds great. I know him and know he isn't a perv. He's a funny guy and he always made me laugh during our lunch breaks.

"I thought you would've seen him by now." She hums. "Here just let me help, you're packing way too slow."

We both start putting my folded clothes into boxes, trying to fit as many as we can in one box. Zara's phone starts buzzing like crazy, making me give her a look.

"Boyfriend?" I tease.

She pulls out her phone and scans the screen. Her face slightly changes as she reads whatever is on her phone. I stop in my tracks which makes Zara glance at me. "I'll be- - I'll be back."

She has a boyfriend and didn't tell me? She'd tell me everything. Every guy she hooked up with, every guy she let touch her boobs at a frat party, every guy she flirted with.

I shake off the weird feeling and start taping up the boxes. My hands nearly feel dry from all the cardboard I've been touching and forcing closed. Don't even get me started on how much adhesive I have stuck on my palms.

As of tomorrow, I get to get a glimpse of what a millionaire family lives like.

***

"How do I explain to your son that I have to live in the same place he does?" I ask, placing one of the lighter boxes onto my bed. The small section that Zayn and I will be roommates in is almost like an apartment. Mitch was right. It has a kitchen, a small living room, two bedrooms, and a spacious bathroom. Bigger than the apartment I lived in with Zara.

"You're his personal assistant even at home but you're not his servant. So don't give him a drink when he asks and bring him breakfast in bed. I have many people that work for me at home. My chefs, cleaners, butlers, and now bodyguards. I'll just tell Harry that we didn't have room so we put you and Becca's bodyguard into one section." He answered my question but didn't at the same time. Harry doesn't seem like a dumbass. One day he'll put two and two together.

But he doesn't seem like he has enough time to put two and two together. He has business meetings all the time, press interviews, trying to take over his dad's business, the list goes on. His 'personal assistant's background is far from the last thing on his mind.

I roll in the cart that has my boxes stacked on it into the biggest room out of the two. If Zayn came earlier he could've had this room for himself. The room already comes with furniture set up. Plain white furniture. There's a vanity, bed, dresser, and a desk. Which will make moving in a little easier for me.

Mitch excuses himself from my room and I start ripping open the boxes. As I start placing my clothes into my dresser and I can hear the low mumbling of Mitch's conversation. I try my best not to snoop into his conversation by being extra quiet but something in me is tempted to be shied quiet. To the point where I'm holding my own breath.

"And who the hell scheduled that? Another interview is the last thing these kids need! I don't need another tabloid talking about my son's anger issues. No- - I don't care how much the pay is! Cancel them."

An interview? I'd love to see an interview go down with Harry. Maybe not at the same time.

"Pay them double, I don't care. Just cancel those interviews." There's a few seconds of silence then he says, "He wants to do it? Was he on drugs? What about Rebecca? - - of course, she does."

If I'm not wrong, Harry and Rebecca have an interview coming up. As Harry's 'assistant' and full-time bodyguard, I can already tell I'll have to be there.

I can hear the front door open and then something drops. I immediately take the gun hidden that's tucked into my pants, holding it out in front of me. There's no time for the fear to set it or my stomach drop.

I take a few steps forward to the door, being as quiet as possible. I'm just about to put my finger on the trigger when I realize Mitch isn't screaming for help or pleading for his life.

"Zayn! You made it." Mitch says cheerfully. "Jane's already moving into her room-"

The rest of the conversation blurs from my mind as I tuck the gun back in my pants. I could've shot Zayn for all I know. The thought of shooting a friend makes my heartbeat triple. If Zayn were to walk in I know he'd be able to hear how loud it's banging.

I take a deep breath and try to erase that whole moment. I hear footsteps getting closer to the door and I already prepare my big smile. There are two knocks at my door, "Knock Knock."

I turn my head to the door to see Zayn with a duffel bag on his right arm. He's smiling widely and I gasp, pretending that I never knew he was my roommate.

"Zayn!" I hold out my arms as I get closer to him. "Thank god you're my roommate and not some total stranger!"

He hugs me back and slightly laughs, "How come you got the bigger room?"

"First come first serve," I tell him as we pull apart.

"As a celebration of our new home, let's order pizza for tonight. Forget the home-cooked meals for one day." He proposed.

"I'm starting to like you as a roommate already." I grin.