Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 50

     "Harry should be here any minute now." Zayn sits across from me at the kitchen table with a laptop in front of him.

"Is something wrong? You never invite Harry over. And you made him walk over here with a concussion!" I try to scan his face for any expression. My eyes switching constantly from the laptop to his expression.

It's motionless.

I somehow feel like I'm in trouble.

"Just wait until he gets here." Zayn nods, his eyes still on the door. Even his voice sounds different. What the hell happened?

Two minutes later there's a knock on the door. Zayn doesn't bother getting up. Instead, he yells, "Come in, Harry!"

The door creaks open and Harry peeks his head inside. Once he sees us at the kitchen table he walks inside, shutting the door behind him. He walks over to the table and sits at the end of the table.

"What's up?" He finally asks, breaking the somehow awkward tension.

Zayn has always been a mellow person to me. A chill person. For the first time, he doesn't seem chill. He's holding something in and it's bothering him.

"As you two know, the incident is being investigated and I've taken some stress off of Jane's hands by helping her with the work this whole week," He opens up his laptop and starts typing at it, "The police obtained security footage and while watching it they saw something weird so they called me over to check it out."

He flips the laptop towards Harry and me, pressing the space button so the video can play, "Care to explain, you two?"

My heart drops.

Suddenly I can't breathe.

They caught it.

The cameras caught it.

I watch in horror as the back corner camera catches Harry spinning me around and kissing me. It shows how giggly I was. It shows that I let him kiss me. And Zayn saw all of it.

My blood has run cold, my heartbeat has somehow picked up. Everything is happening way too fast. My throat has gone dry. I can tell my face is as red as a tomato right now. Fuck. I knew the cameras were going to pick it up but I believed what Harry said. That no one ever checked the cameras.

I hate getting in trouble and I feel like I'm in the biggest trouble yet. He knows now. Oh my god, what if he told Mitch? I'm screwed. I'm going to get fired.

I manage to glance over at Harry who doesn't seem to have an emotion splattered on his face. How is he not phased? Am I overreacting? That's impossible. He's the one underreacting.

"How do I explain that to the cops? How do I explain that Harry and his bodyguard were locking lips before he got attacked?" Zayn looks at both of us for answers.

Harry shrugs, not seeming affected by it. "What do you want us to say? We're doing what it seems like we're doing."

"Do you know that this could cost Jane her job?" Zayn stares at Harry in disgust, "You see this just as a game don't you? You're just going to use her until you've got what you wanted and then what? Your dad fires her?"

"You don't know anything about Jane and me. You're just like everyone else, assuming what's out about me. As a matter of fact, this has been going on since the chase off, and look at us, we're still going." Harry replies in full confidence.

Oh god. This just keeps getting worse and worse. I bring my fingers to my temples and close my eyes, praying for this to go away.

"What? So you two are together now? After everything I warned you about, Jane?" Zayn looks over at me and his face is full of anger and confusion as he waits for me to respond.