Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 57

*play this song when you see the # symbol!!*

"Jane." Zayn snaps his fingers in front of my eyes, snapping me out of the stare I had on Harry and the girl in the red dress. "You keep staring at Harry and that girl."

"I didn't notice." I narrow my eyes at him, "Who do you think she is? They were staring at each other like they were ready to pry each other's faces off."

Zayn shrugs and I see him move his hand to someone. Zayn and I are sitting alone at our table, while Becca is sitting nearby still talking with the girl Zayn was hitting it off with.

I turn my head to see who he's motioning and see Becca walking towards us. Before I can process what Zayn could say, Becca leans down to our level and he whispers, "Who's that girl Harry is talking to over there?"

I smack his arm, causing him to flinch and rub the area I smacked him in.

Becca looks over at Harry and the girl at the bar and her face doesn't show any surprise. "Oh, that's Guinevere. His ex."

My heart drops.

My breathing hitches.

My stomach turns.

That's his ex?

The only girl he ever dated? He ever loved?

"It's like things haven't changed. They still look at each other the same way they did years ago." Becca adds, still staring at them.

Now I can't stop staring at them.

She's everything I'm not.

She has perfect porcelain skin with beautiful blue eyes and beautiful silky hair. She comes from a rich family. She has good posture. She knows what she's doing around here. She's perfect.

"That's his ex-girlfriend?" I manage to breathe out, "She's— well— she's— she's beautiful."

"Okay, thank you, Becca," Zayn tells her, visibly trying to get her to leave us alone. She nods and walks away elegantly, letting all of these feelings set in even more. "Jane?"

"She's everything I'm not," I whisper, finally prying my eyes off of them.

"Don't say that. They're just talking with each other. Look, Harry looks so disinterested already."

A few muffled taps are coming from the speakers, making Zayn and I's heads shoot up, looking around the ceiling. "Hello? Hi, I'm Niall Horan, your live entertainment for the next hour. So relax, dance, talk, do whatever your mind desires and enjoy the show."

The sound of louder music floods the ballroom. My eyes immediately dart back to the bar where Harry was sitting at. And now he's gone.

"Where'd Harry go?" I begin to look around the ballroom but all of the men around me look the same. They're all wearing similar suits. The ballroom is starting to fill up with dancing couples and trying to locate Harry is becoming harder by the second.

"You wouldn't mind if I left, right? Right now is the perfect chance to ask Isabel to dance with me." Zayn leans in, asking into my ear to hear him better.

I roll my eyes, "Go."

Zayn apologetically smiles at me and gets up from the seat next to me. I watch as he walks away from the table and goes up to the table where Becca and Isabel are sitting. I can tell how nervous he is just by the way he walks up to them. It makes me smile. It's like he's a teenager with a first crush.

"Miss Roberts?"

I almost gasp, my eyes darting to the open hand in front of me. I trail my eyes up the arm and meet eyes with Harry.