Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 53

     "I'm warning you guys," Harry speaks, shoving his hands into his pockets, "The week leading up to the ball will probably be the most stressful week in your time working for us."

Zayn and I exchange a glance at each other as we start walking the halls of the banquet hall holding the service. Banquet hall, ballroom, aren't they the same thing? Since Becca's dress fitting and my dress fitting, it really isn't a ball. I think they call it that to feel more richer than they already are.

The dresses aren't gigantic ball gowns that take up a lot of space. They're more dresses you could wear to a gala or a fancy party. I'm sure it was a ball one year with those big dresses, but as the years go by and the fashion trends come and go, the dress code changed.

"This is the last dinner rehearsal and it's a week before? Shouldn't it be- - I don't know like a few days prior?" I ask as we start to get closer to the main ballroom.

"We've been doing it since I was a kid. I can do the rehearsals with my eyes closed if I wanted." Harry brags, twisting the doorknob and opening one of the doors that lead inside. Zayn walks in first and then me.

Harry and I walk slowly behind, his hand gently resting on my lower back as we walk up to the others. Once they start to become more visible I step away from him, glaring at him. "One more week."

"Right." He nods, both of us walking over to the small huddle in the center of the ballroom. There are a few tables already set up with chairs.

"There you guys are." Johanna sighs in relief, "Okay. Are we all ready to begin our last rehearsal before the big night?"

She completely ignores Zayn and me, her eyes switching from the different Styles' in front of us.

"Let's get started." Becca smiles, folding her hands together.

Johanna guides them to the stage, staying back as we watch the three of them walk over to the small stage they set up for now.

She turns to Zayn and me, glancing down at her clipboard for a second, "And you two will be with our head of security who will be reviewing the final protocols to follow."

"But I thought we were going to blend in with the crowds?" Zayn asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You will," She smiles, showing off her dimples, "But for safety measures, you two will just go over the plan in case anything happens. They'll explain everything that will go down that day and where to hide weapons even if you're wearing a fancy tux and dress."

"Sounds good." Zayn nods.

I thank her and she smiles again, turning around and walking towards the tiny stage set up.

"How much you want to bet she's trying to screw Mitch. I mean you can see how much of a kiss ass she is." Zayn narrows his eyes at her, both of watching her perky walk and the way her heels click with every step.

"She's just doing her job." I roll my eyes, cracking into a smile after.

"So were you and look where you ended up." He shrugs, looking around the ballroom as if nothing happened.

I smack his arm, my face turning a bright red. "Piss off." I mimic his British accent, both of our eyes now landing on the man walking towards us.

"Hello," The man greets once he's gotten closer to us, "I'm Richard and the head of security around here. If you two come with me and I can go over the final security plan and answer any questions you two may have."

"I'm Zayn, Rebecca's bodyguard." Zayn smiles and sticks out his hand. He shakes hands with the older man and then I do.

"Hi, I'm Jane." I smile back.