Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 28

     "I have the files you requested." I place the yellow folder on the corner of Harry's desk, "and I got your schedule for the upcoming week. Better rest up, you have a busy week."

Harry takes the file from the corner, opening it, and quickly scanning through it. "What's my upcoming week going to look like?"

"Monday is a dress fitting for you and Becca for the upcoming ball. Tuesday is a work meeting with your dad. Wednesday is a magazine interview with Becca for PEOPLE magazine. Thursday is a photoshoot for the cover of a business magazine that you and Becca will pose for. Friday is another business meeting. As for the weekend," I double-check the paper in my hands, "you're free for the weekend."

He purses his lips, staring off into the distance, "Is the interview on a certain topic?"

"They didn't specify but probably business and a couple of family life questions." I shrug, sitting down on my office chair. That means they ask two or three questions about business just so they can finally ask the big question. Something to do with his brother's death. I'm sure it'd be a great headline of some sort but in reality, it's a rude thing to ask. A really rude thing considering everything he had to go through after.

Their major ball is in two months. While they have to start rehearsing and trying on suits and dresses, Zayn and I have to train. Everyone knows the Styles' are going to be at the ball. It's a perfect target to just kill them all. It's predictable but there's always a chance it could actually happen. We need to step up our game that night. We need to be on high alert while still acting normal. We've done it before but now we're adding hundreds of more people. It kinda makes me anxious if I really think about it.

I've been a bit dizzy ever since I woke up. Even though I took plenty of pain relievers, I'm still dizzy. I blame all the mild drinking I did last night. God. Last night. After drinking my first tequila shot with Harry, I disappeared. He and some girl started flirting away and I walked away because I didn't want to cockblock him this time. I mainly sat at the back lounge where I still had a view of Harry. Seeing him flirt with another girl was excruciating but I still had to keep an eye on him. Zayn was pointless by the end of the night so I did most of the babysitting.

It wasn't until we got home that I noticed my smudged red lipstick. I had totally forgotten that I smudged it in the first place. Harry was under the impression I got it from making out with some guy. As if. Why would I kiss a total drunk stranger? I mean I should've, but I didn't. I couldn't pull myself to actually.

I was in the bathroom applying another coat of red lipstick when someone bumped into me. My hand jerked and suddenly I had lipstick above my lips. I didn't have makeup wipes on me and trying to clean it off with water only made it worse.

When Harry asked if I had kissed anyone I didn't deny it as a joke. I thought he would've picked up my sarcasm!

I place my phone on top of my desk as I start to reply to more emails and to Angela's email. This job is starting to feel more like an actual assistant job and not a bodyguard job.

There's a knock at the door, snapping me out of my many thoughts. Harry and I both focus on the door as Harry tells them to come in.

The door slowly opens and a familiar blondie pops her head in. Harry and I both release the inhale we'd been holding in, my face turning into utter disgust.

"Just wanted to check up on my favorite couple." She mischievously smirks, pushing the door more open.

"Seriously, Jen? We're not a couple." Harry rolls his eyes, "Why are you here?"

"Just wanted to stop in." She shrugs, leaning against the door frame, "We haven't seen each other in a while, Harry."

Although I despise her, she has a nice figure and she knows it. She always wears pencil skirts that hug her legs and always unbuttons her shirt a few buttons to show off her boobs.

"Now is not the time, Jennifer." Harry shuts any idea she tries to imply. He's uninterested. For always seeming to be down for any idea revolving around sex, he's rejecting anything she wants to suggest.

"But-"

"Jennifer if you don't mind, Harry has a meeting in five and you trying to solicit him is just wasting his and your time." I sigh in frustration, watching her face drop.

I hear Harry slightly snicker to himself, Jennifer darting her eyes to him.

She takes in a deep breath, plastering on a fake smile. "Okay, Okay! I'll go." She starts to slowly close the door but before she leaves she peaks her head in again and lowly says, "How was that guy from the club last night, Jane? I saw how he smudged your lipstick. He was cute! If you don't want him I'm more than happy to take his number."

She shuts the door after that, leaving Harry and me in silence. She was there last night? I had my eyes all over the people there and not once did I see her. There's no way she was there.

Did I give a guy my number? I wasn't that wasted that I'd forget about it. I wasn't even drunk! No way I gave someone my number.

My phone vibrates, making me jump back a little. "Is it that cute guy already?"

I chuckle, checking my phone. It's a Pinterest notification. Someone liked my pin. I didn't give any guy my number! "You can't be serious, right now."

"I'm just asking." He shrugs.

He can't be that easy. How could he let her words get to him that fast? And how the hell did she know about the club last night. How'd she know about my smudged makeup?

"And how was blondie last night? She was pretty loud coming from someone that lives across the house."

I didn't hear them from my place. I was getting water from their kitchen because we ran out and no way I'm drinking tap water. I overheard them a bit. Definitely traumatizing.

"She was great but I was asking about your cute guy from last night. He really did mess up your lipstick. You know I was shocked. For being one to reject kisses you sure as hell didn't reject a stranger." He hums, leaning back on his chair again. He purses his lip, resting his pointer finger over his lips.

No way. No fucking way. He's jealous!

He's jealous because I rejected him? I have to tell Zara about this.

He's jealous over an imaginary guy I'm assuming. I didn't kiss anyone last night and I sure as hell didn't give anyone my phone number. I feel chills run all through my body as I shift into my seat.

"I can't believe it." I smile to myself, "You're jealous!"

He scrunches his face, "What?"

"You're jealous I kissed someone else and not you!" I point out with a smile, "You're jealous!"

"Jane you don't know what you're talking about." He scoffs, shaking his head in denial, "You're delusional."

"I'm not delusional, I'm right." I smile to myself. "Just face the facts, Harry."

"If I were jealous I wouldn't have hooked up with someone last night, Jane." He rolls his eyes.

I know I'm right. Of course, I am. Why wouldn't he be jealous?

Angela sends me another email that she has more papers at her desk for Harry. Perfect opportunity for me to go. I get up from my seat, confidently walking towards the door. "Oh, and Harry,"

He looks up at me, waiting for me to continue. His eyes scanning my face, trying to read any possible emotion.

"I didn't kiss anyone last night." I mischievously smirk, "I don't kiss strangers."

A U T H O R' S   N O T E
This chapter was more of a filler one because I got writer's block trying to think of any ideas for this chapter.

But trust me the future chapters will make up for it;)