Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 7

     When I heard Mitch on the phone arguing about Harry and Becca's interview, I thought the interview was next week or something. Not the next day. The minute we got here they immediately rushed Harry and Becca into hair and makeup. Becca spiced up a conversation with the ladies while Harry stayed quiet with a look on his face that could intimidate anyone.

It's weird seeing them be flooded with many people touching their faces and hair. Becca seems like a natural to it while Harry pushes a few hands away every few seconds. Seems like he would.

All of this has been way too overwhelming for me. One day I suddenly get assigned a full-time case and the next day I'm moving into Mitch Styles' mansion. Then the day after that I'm seeing his son lash out on an interview in real life. Well if he does lash out.

I sit from afar as I watch them get ready, with my clipboard at my side. Mitch said the clipboard was almost like a prop. There's nothing important in here, just a few doodles when I get bored. Angela is way behind me, blending in with the other employees. I see Zayn walking towards me with two cups of coffee in his hands. He hands me one cup and sits down next to me in one of the director's chairs.

"How's it going with mister sassy pants?" He asks before sipping on his coffee.

I look at Harry who has about three women surrounding him. All with makeup brushes or a hairbrush in their hand.

I hear a few groans coming from Harry as he tries to cover his face from the many makeup brushes trying to touch up his face. "Looks like he's in his natural habitat."

One of the frustrated makeup artists rushes over to me, regret is filled in her eyes. "Can you get someone to talk to him or something? He won't even let us touch up his blemishes."

I look around the small set in hopes of seeing Mitch. He's the only person I can think about that could talk to Harry. Zayn nudges my shoulder as he looks up at the makeup artist. "She can do it."

"What?" I nearly spit out the small amount of coffee in my mouth. Zayn has a small smirk on his lips as the makeup artist sighs in relief. "Zayn, you asshole! I don't know what to say. I've known him for less than a week."

I want to punch him. Smack him in front of everyone watching. He has a mischievous smirk on his face as the girl waits for me to get up. I deadly glare at him as I start to get up. The lady nearly drags me over to him, nearly making my coffee spill everywhere.

I turn back to Zayn who's waving at me with a grin on his face. Asshole. Everyone around here is an asshole that I'd love to punch.

"He won't let us touch his face or his hair." We stop right in front of Harry's chair. He's playing some game on his phone, barely acknowledging that we're standing by him. It's like he's trapped in his own little world filled with money and boobs.

He looks over at me and his facial expression doesn't change. "They want you to calm me down? Good luck with that." He scoffs as he continues looking down at his phone

I chuckle to fill in the awkwardness, looking around at the three women in hopes of them taking my hint. One of them nods then they all walk away from the chair and walk over to Becca.

"I don't want to give a whole speech and scold you for the way you're-"

"Scold me? What am I five? You can't scold me, Jane. No matter how hard you try, it's never happening." He chuckles without looking up from his phone. "Now we're going to pretend that you gave me such a scold that it changed my attitude. In reality, I'm going to walk into the interview and respond however the hell I want."

"Excuse me?" I manage to gulp.

"Never been talked like that by a man before? This is real life, Jane. Not everyone is going to be nice. I'm your boss, remember that. I boss you around. So you aren't going to come in here and think your little speech is going to fix me completely because it isn't. Now get out of my face." He finally looks up from his phone and I see the blank expression in his eyes. There's no emotion. No gleam in his eyes. Nothing.

I stand there in shock. His expression never changed. I can definitely see the asshole persona coming out now. Makes me want to slap him too. It makes me want to punch him. Yell at him that he'll never talk to me like that. "And tell those ladies that they're still not touching me. Hollywood can see the real me, not the fake makeup version."

This is New York. As much as I want to tell him that, I stay quiet. I know he'll start yelling at me or anyone around him if I dare to correct him. I hate that I can't say anything. I hate that he gets to have the last word because of his anger issues. I hate how he said he's the boss of me. Little does he know I'm hired to take care of his arrogant ass.

I breathe in and out through my nose, feeling the burning sensation build up in my chest. "You're interview is in five. Don't be a dick."

"Don't tell me what to do, Jane." He says as I start walking back to my seat.

Zayn sees the anger on my face and his smile fades away. I sit back down, huffing all the anger I had. I take the coffee cup back from Zayn, "It's been less than a week and I already want to quit. He's like a child, Zayn! It's like talking to a child!"

Zayn rubs my shoulder as I watch the cameras starting to set up. "I thought he just put on the act for the cameras. I didn't think he'd be an actual dickhead."

"I've never wanted to slap a guy so hard before!" I sigh in frustration. "God, I just want to reveal the whole truth to him and see the look on his face when he realizes his daddy hired me to protect him," I speak the last sentence in a low mumble.

There's a ringing sound and someone walks up to Harry. The guy has a headset on with a clipboard by his side like me. Harry gets up from his seat and fixes his outfit. He walks to the set like he didn't have a little scene with me.

Zayn and I are about to witness Harry's media persona in person. The persona that the media has made out to seem like you can cry in a second from his words.

Harry sits down in one of the director chairs and Becca sits next to him. While Harry was trying to be the big guy Becca for her hair and makeup down and she looks beautiful. They're very attractive people with ugly personalities.

A middle-aged woman sits across from them, trying her best to make small talk with them. She has short blonde hair and is wearing all black. I can't really see much of her face since the cameras are blocking my view.

It takes a few minutes for the cameras to set up nicely in front of them. I look at the monitor nearby and see the same intimidating look on Harry's face. He's focused on the floor while he fumbles with his hands.

Becca glances at Harry and her eyes trail down to his hands. She puts her hand on top of his to stop him. They exchange a look that looks like they're having a full conversation. She nods her head a little and he shakes his head no. What the hell are they doing? And how the hell are they doing that?

Someone stands in front of them holding the clapboard. He waits for a cue or something then claps the clapboard together. The camera's light turns red and the big sign that says 'quiet on set' brightly turns on.

I nudge Zayn and we both start sitting at the edge of our seat. The lady starts with the introduction and asking a few questions that no one really cares about. I'm sure everyone watching this interview is here for one thing. They want to see Harry lash out at the lady. I'm sure the lady herself wants Harry to lash out at her.

It's no surprise that Harry Styles lashes out in at least every interview. I think interviewers just do it for publicity at this point. All this does is get more money into Harry and Becca's pockets. As if they don't have enough of it.

"Now tell me about what's happening with your father's business in the future?" The lady asks. She pushes her short blonde hair behind her ear, waiting for Harry and Becca to respond.

"We choose to keep that stuff private right now but when something does happen the media will be the first to know." Becca warmly smiles.

Harry continues looking down at his hands, his right foot quickly jittering in place. "And you recently got a modeling contract right? How does it feel to go from businesswoman to model?"

Becca continues talking about herself but I'm only focused on Harry. He doesn't seem like he'll lash out. He seems nervous.

We do similar stuff when we're nervous. Our legs jittering up and down, fidgeting with our hands, avoiding eye contact. It makes me want to call off the interview and check if he's okay. Then again he thought he could get sassy with me earlier so I'll just stay here and watch.