Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 38

     The two days for Harry to come up with an excuse to get us alone are over. He hasn't mentioned anything about it since Tuesday. I shouldn't have encouraged him to lie to get us alone. I should've never said yes without actually saying it. No matter how much I try to enjoy this... fling, the constant reminder of how wrong it is always finds a way to poke at my brain.

Harry asked me out on a date. A date.

A date leads to dating which leads to a relationship. The one thing I don't want right now. I'm sure Harry is nothing like Christopher but after my relationship with him, I can't risk anything. He also made it clear he doesn't want a relationship either. So why the hell are we going on a date? Why can't it just be a dinner between two friends. A dinner between two co-workers. Acquaintances?

My phone starts to ring in my pocket, making me slightly flinch at the noise. I take my phone out of my pocket, staring down at the screen.

Unknown number.

Unknown number? I shouldn't answer it. I have everyone I want in my contacts. How the hell did they get my number? My blood slightly runs cold while I keep staring down at my screen until the ringing finally stops. I set my phone down on my desk as I start to fold my still warm laundry to distract myself a bit.

Everything is going to fine. It's just a telemarketer.

It rings again. The vibrating sound is ten times louder against the wood, making my heart nearly skip a beat.

Unknown number.

Out of my small frustration, I swipe the answer button, bringing the phone to my ear, "Okay, who's this?"

"Ouch. You don't have my number saved, darling?"

I hold the phone away from my ear, looking over my shoulder to check if Zayn is nearby. Once I notice the coast is clear, I bring the phone back to my ear, "How'd you get my number?"

Harry chuckles, "You're one of our employees. It wasn't that hard- - Anyway, I'm calling you with good news. We're going away Friday. Alone."

"And what lie did you manage to stir up?" I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder, folding my shirts and making a pile of them.

"I'm going to visit an old friend of mine out of state. You're still my bodyguard so he didn't question you coming along. We leave in the morning and should be back by Saturday morning."

"And where's our getaway trip to?"

"Brooklyn perhaps?"

"Brooklyn?" I furrow my brows in pure confusion, "What are we going to do in Brooklyn?"

"Dinner, exploring the city, then end it all at one of my favorite hotels. The best part about it is that no one will recognize us. We can use fake names and no one will question anything." He lists his ideas, "it'll just be you and I- - and Rick."

"Rick?" I say with ask with full surprise, "Don't you think Rick is going to suspect why we're being so close to each other on this trip?"

"He doesn't care. I'll just pay him extra to keep quiet. Besides, bringing him along will make it more believable to everyone." He points out the obvious, "We won't even notice he's there."

I roll my eyes dramatically, knowing he can't see me, "I'm trusting you on this one, Styles. If we get caught-"

"We won't get caught." He assures me, his voice full of confidence.

"Brooklyn isn't that far from Manhattan? Aren't you famous outside of Manhattan? You're going to get-"

"Sunglasses and a low profile, darling. I've done it before, trust me." He sounds too confident in all of this. How can he have not one bit of fear in his body?