Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 75

     Oh, Harry.

I'm falling for you.

Quicker than I ever expected.

I never imagined myself falling in love with someone ever again. I should have known the night at the ball that you and I were becoming something different. Something more different than anything I have ever had.

I put my hands on the bathroom sink, leaning forward to the mirror. I stare at my reflection, inhaling a deep breath.

"You're in love," I tell myself. "You're in love with him- - and you want to spend every minute with him."

I inhale another breath. A smile creeps onto my lips, stepping away from the sink. I turn off the switch and walk out of the bathroom, walking into the kitchen.

Zayn is sitting at the end of the table, scrolling through his laptop with reading glasses perched on his nose. I grab water from the fridge, walk to the table, and sit on his left.

"Why can I sense you're in the mood for one of your talks?" He sighs, hiding his smile.

I open up my water and chuckle. "You know me so well."

He starts typing on the keyboard, asking, "What's up?"

"What are you doing on there? Anytime I see you at home I swear you're on it."

"I've been considering taking some criminology classes at a nearby school here. For a second I thought, Zayn, you're too old for college. But who the fuck cares. I'm young, I'm hip. Why not?" He shrugs.

"You spent like a week on the couch when you hurt your ankle. I don't think that's hip."

"Okay piss off. Now, what did you want?" He rolls his eyes.

I hold back my breath, realizing I can't speak.

I can't admit it out loud.

He looks up from his screen for the first time, staring at me in confusion. "Jane?"

I inhale another breath and gulp loudly. "I um- - well- -"

I can say it.

Once I say it, it'll finally be true.

"My feelings for Harry are changing and I'm scared to admit them out loud and the other day I had this weird little daydream about him and it freaked me out even more but at the same time all I want is to be with him and I've taken this all into consideration— I think I love him."

Shit.

I said it. Out loud. It's real. It's true.

Zayn blankly stares, blinking slowly. He shuts his laptop and pushes it aside. "That's a lot in three seconds." He clears his throat, "So you're in love with him. So what? It was bound to happen."

"I am but the other day I had this weird daydream about our future and although I loved it, it also scared me. And now I'm wondering if that's what our future is going to be like."

"What was it?"

I inhale another breath. "I was coming home from work. And I walked in and he was cooking dinner for us and it all felt so real. The smell felt real, the way he smiled at me, the way he welcomed me in, everything about it felt real. I had a bad day at work and he was going to make it up to me by watching a movie with me later that night. Then he told me he loved me and it stopped me in my tracks. I look down at my hand and there's a ring on my finger. We were engaged. Instead of squealing and jumping because we were engaged, my stomach dropped and all I felt was fear."