Incognito (One Direction)

Chapter 10

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Eliza had to fix herself up before she went back to the hotel. She couldn’t show up with bumps, bruises and a bloody trail running down her back. She went to the closest fast-food restaurant, bought the cheapest thing on the menu and freshened up inside the bathroom.

She wiped away all the sweat and dirt and makeup that was all over her face. The gun was safely in its holster. The wig was inside her bag. She cleaned up the wound that was on the back of her head though. It wasn’t that large. It wouldn’t even need bandages. All it needed was a good cleaning. Her cells would generate fast enough so that the bleeding would stop.

It was just temporary brain trauma, which caused her dizziness earlier, nothing more.

She checked for any other parts of her body that might show a signs of a scuffle. She hitched up her shirt and scowled at the bruise that was forming on the right side of her ribs. That was from the door slam earlier.

Well, so far, the inspection didn’t show any injuries that would have anyone wonder where she got it. Everything could be easily concealed.

She was only a little worried about the attacker remembering her face. She knew that she always did a good job on her face; enough that no one would recognize it, even close up. It took about half of a tissue roll to get all the gunk off her face.

She was expecting a call from Malcolm, or Paul at least, and it came nearly twenty minutes after she left Louis alone.

“Hello?” she said, turning off the running water. She wanted to sound as clueless as possible. “What is it Malcolm? It’s my day off.”

“Paul said that if there was any incident, we should tell you, so you can fix it in the papers or whatever,” Malcolm’s rough Irish accent came through from the other side of the phone. “Well, it’s pretty fucking big, what happened. Louis got attacked today.”

“What happened? Weren’t you with him?” she feigned alarm as she continued to look at her face to see if she missed any bits of makeup or scratches.

“He went back in to get the stuff he forgot at the counter, apparently, and he got grabbed there. I didn’t think I had to go in with him,” Malcolm said, sounding guilty enough.

“We’ll talk about this when I get back to the hotel. I went out for cheaper coffee. I’ll be back there in ten minutes.”

“Sorry, Amy. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Don’t worry. Explain it to me when I get there. You are at the hotel right?”

“Yeah. I didn’t call you quickly because I was too worried about Louis.”

“Okay, see you in a bit.”

She hung up and threw all her trash into the bin. She went back outside and got on her bike to get back to the hotel.

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Eleanor was a mess when Eliza arrived. She was smoking in the bathroom of the room where they took Louis. Obviously, she couldn’t go out on the balcony in case someone saw and photographed her. That would cause so much drama for the fans that seemed to be disgusted by smoking even though it wasn’t their lives or lungs.

Grace was on the phone with someone, probably from another person from Modest. It was sort of funny how Louis was injured and was actually in physical harm today, and all they were worried about was the press and the publicity they could gain from it. They didn’t even seem that upset, to be honest.