Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 14

I'm surrounded by pure chaos in a small room. The event is in two hours and Mitch thought it was a great idea to put Harry and Becca in the same room as they get ready. One wrong move and they'll be clawing at their throats.

Zayn and I don't need to get as pampered as they are. After all, we're technically not guests. We're their bodyguards, all though I tend to forget. Seriously I haven't used my gun in ages. It's like they're strapped to me for nothing.

Zayn and I are both wearing black suits. My hair is up in a ponytail again and I put on subtle makeup.

Harry and Becca on the other hand are getting pampered with brand new designer bullshit. New designer suits and new designer dresses.

From what I've heard, this family attends a major ball that's held in the summer each year. It's basically a reunion for rich men while their families flaunt their money at each other as they try to one up each other.

It's a big event. It's held at nice banquets and only the best of the best are invited. I heard Gordon Ramsey cooked for them last year. That speaks for itself. Occasionally celebrity appearances or famous musicians are performing. Mitch said Kim Kardashian showed up one year and the next they had Lady Gaga as a performer.

Boujee designer bullshit if you ask me.

The room we were all cramped in is starting to get humid. They rented out a studio that's divided into three rooms. Zayn and I are in one room with Becca. We're sitting at the very back, waiting for them to finish up.

Becca is in the middle of getting her hair ready while Harry went to the room next door to put on his suit. The door opens and a lady rolls in a rack with Becca's dress hung up. A long white dress with a leg slit. The top has a few built up layers but what makes it eye catching are the dramatic sleeves.

"That's fashion?" Zayn whispers to me, his face full of confusion.

I laugh louder than expected which makes everyone look over at me. I immediately cover my mouth and wave my hand as a sorry. My awkward moment is brought to an end when the door swings open and in walks in the stylist from earlier. She's an older woman with her gray hair slicked back into a bun. She has measuring tapes around her neck and a short apron filled with threads.

She looks around the room and her eyes land directly on me. "You are Harry's assistant?" Her voice is a thick Russian accent. Not what I expected.

I nod, glancing a look at Zayn who's concentrated on the woman.

"I've tried everything but he refuses to wear his suit. You're my last hope." She sighs out in frustration. Her eyes are gleaming with hope at me. I can't say no to an old lady like that.

The last time I tried 'calming' Harry down he went off on me like a child. I gulp, slowly getting out of my chair. She turns around and leads me to the room next door. She opens the door and lets me walk in first. There's a three-way mirror and a little stand in the center. Harry's standing on top of it, staring at himself at all angles.

"I'll be in the other room if you need me." She says, grabbing a piece of fabric from a nearby table.

After she leaves Harry chuckles as he looks at his suit again, "They think you're going to calm me down? Again?"

I don't respond. I just stand from afar, waiting for his little argument to start. I have time today. Maybe I'll win this argument.

I don't see why he doesn't like his suit. It looks okay. Not what I expected him to wear at a charity event but by the looks of Becca's dress, he looks fine. The only accessory added to him is a few rings on his hands. I've never seen him wear so many. He usually only has one or two on at work but none of them are ever on his ring finger.