Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 51

"There's no trace of him working for André. The security cameras don't pick up the audio so whatever he said to you didn't get picked up." Zayn sighs in frustration, pacing around the living room while reading a paper in his hand, "Since he refuses to speak and the cameras only picked up him punching Harry, he's only getting charged with aggravated assault. Which is only a three-year sentence in the state of New York."

"You're kidding." Harry and I both say in sync.

Harry and I are both sitting on the couch while we watch Zayn pace around with the report in his hands. Zayn has now known about us for five days. We haven't gone full PDA in front of him but this moment is the most we've done in front of him. Harry has his head in my lap while I play around with his hair and we always giggle at each other every few minutes.

"Did he tell you that he worked for André?" Zayn asks, never looking up from the paper.

I gulp, "Well. No. But he confirmed it without saying it."

"How?" Zayn asked again.

"Well uh- - he uh- -You know this isn't really important. Let's just talk about it another day?" I desperately try and get Zayn's attention. He needs to see my sign. I can't tell him what that guy told me, not in front of Harry.

He looks up at me from his paper and I signal my eyes down to Harry. It takes him a second to understand what I'm trying to say, seeing the light go off in his head, he nods and walks back into the kitchen.

"How's your head feeling today?" I ask Harry once I hear Zayn start going through the cabinets in the kitchen.

"I can feel myself getting better already. I'll be good to know in no time" He sarcastically says, closing his eyes, "And your bruises?"

"Still the same but my lip is starting to heal." Harry opens his right eye, looking at my lips, then closes his eye again. I continue running my fingers through his hair, moving it from left to right a few times.

"Are you going to miss the last dinner rehearsal in two weeks?"

"I don't have a choice." He yawns, "Besides, I know I'll be okay by then. If not, I'll force myself to."

"You have a perfectly good excuse to miss the night you dread most and you're not going to use it?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"I've actually been looking forward to it this year," He hums.

"Popular musical guest?" I wonder who will perform this year. Will I see any celebrities? What if I get starstruck? I don't know, will I accidentally bump into a Kardashian in the bathroom? Part of me hopes so.

"No, I was a nice friend and gave the gig to Niall. He'll be performing a few songs and the rest will just be a live band or something." He replies, "I've been looking forward to it because you're going with me. And I've been looking forward to seeing what you'll wear since you always get smiley talking about it."

I smile, feeling my face begin to heat up. I'm about to lean down to kiss Harry when Zayn says, "I never expected something like that to come out of your mouth, Styles. And it was directed towards Jane? Maybe you two are better together than I thought."

"Piss off- - I don't think I ever caught your last name." Harry sits back up, laying against one of the couch cushions. He grabs the remote from the coffee table and turns on the tv, scrolling through the channels and landing on a channel playing reruns of Friends.

I toss him my throw blanket and he doesn't hesitate to wrap it around himself. Specifically my purple throw blanket with polka dots that I got on sale the other day. It looks stupid but it feels like you're wrapped in between clouds every time.