Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 27

Even though they have such perfect lives that anyone would kill to have, Harry and Becca want a break. So they're going to one of their favorite bars in town and Zayn and I are automatically invited. We're practically their babysitters now.

Mitch says we need to start dressing more casually. We can't follow them around while wearing suits or it'd give away the obvious. It's kind of a dumb rule because I can't hide my bulletproof vest underneath a crop top or a T-shirt without it being noticeable.

We're going clubbing and I have to dress like everyone else there. Short dresses and boobs.

Zara let me borrow one of her shorter dresses. In her own words, it shows the 'perfect amount of boobs and thighs'.

It's a dark-colored dress with sparkles all over that isn't super tight on me but it looks like it. It cuts off above my knees and has a v-neck cut that feels a little tight around my chest. But they make my boobs look amazing so I'll let it slide. I'm wear matching heels with a matching rhinestone strap.

I slicked back my hair into a low ponytail and tried to do a subtle yet dramatic makeup look. I do one last twirl in front of the mirror before walking out into the living room.

Zayn is standing in front of the mirror in the living room, adjusting his hair a bit. He hears my heels clicking closer to him, making him look over his shoulder. He does a double-take on me, this time fully turning to face me. "What the hell, Jane?"

My face drops as I look around at the dress. "What? Can you see the gun imprint? Did I ruin the dress? Shit. I knew I should've worn-"

"You look hot." He cuts me off.

I look back at him with a smile, hoping he won't notice my blushing face. "You don't think it's too much for a club where we're going to be babysitting?"

He purses his lips and shakes his head no, "You'll blend right in, and that's what we need."

He will blend in with the crowd just as well. It's easier for him to. He's wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt. If you look closely you can almost see all of his tattoos on his chest.

"And," he pulls down his waistband to reveal a small gun tucked in, "I have one just in case. Where'd you say yours was again?"

I tuck my hand into my bra, pulling out the small revolver. His expression speaks for itself as we both stare at it. "Tuck it in your pants, having a gun in your bra is uncomfortable and cold."

He takes the gun from my hand, tucking it in the opposite side of his pants, and clapping his hands together after. I smile at him, walking towards the mirror. "Can you pass me my bag?"

He swipes my clutch from the counter then holds it out at me. I smile again as a thank you, taking the bag from him. I run my hand through the bag until I feel the lipstick tube that's at the bottom. I pull out the red lipstick, puckering my lips as I apply a thin coat.

"Trust me, Jane, everyone's going to be staring at you. Not Becca and Harry."

I hope not. I can't risk being photographed and labeled as Harry's new girl or something like that.
Although Christopher is slowly escaping my mind, a picture of me on headlines can ruin everything for me.

There's a knock at the door that makes Zayn and I both stay still for a minute. "Can you get that? I think I forgot my ID." I start race walking back to my room.

"Make sure it's the new one this time." Zayn slightly laughs at his own joke.

"Ha ha." I roll my eyes as I open my bedroom door. I quickly shuffle through my drawers, finally spotting my ID at the bottom of it. Even though I want to punch him for his comment, I do need to check if it's my real one.