Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 78

"Jane you're just overwhelmed right now," Zayn reminds me as he parks the car.

I hop out of the car before he turns it off, ignoring everything he says.

"Go easy on him!" Is the last thing I hear before I slam the car door.

I march into the mansion, furiously breathing through my nose. I ignore everything and walk straight to his room, feeling the fury build inside of me. I inhale and exhale heavily, nearly stomping my feet as I pass through each long hallway until I get to Harry's room.

How could he do this?

How long has he been planning this?

Has he been lying to me this entire time?

Was this all a lie?"

I stand still in front of his door, beginning to pound loudly on his door, not caring who hears me. I start to pound with both fists, releasing my anger into the pounding.

The door swings open and Harry stands there with his eyes narrowed. He hovers his hand over his eyes as the lights enter his dark room. His hair is ruffled and his shirt is wrinkly. He rubs his eyes as he gets a better look at me. "Jane?" He asks in a husky voice.

I push past him, storming into his room.

He closes the door and looks at me with concern. He switches on his light instead of opening his curtains.  "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I don't know, just the fact that you leaked my pictures all across Manhattan!" I laugh, feeling the anger in the pit of my stomach.

He glances at the clock, rubbing his eyes again. "Darling, it's eight in the morning. I have no idea what you're saying."

"You leaked my pictures! My pictures!" I say loudly.

"What pictures? I didn't leak anything." He stares at me dumbfounded, starting to wake up. It angers me how calm he looks. Just admit it!

"My lingerie pictures! They're all over the city, Harry! And you leaked them!" Saying it out loud only makes it feel real. I feel like crying. I feel like screaming. I feel like slapping him.

"They've leaked all over Manhattan? What? Are you playing a joke on me? Is Zayn standing out there with a camera?" He keeps rubbing his eyes.

I groan loudly as more anger floods my body.

"You leaked my fucking pictures! The pictures you took of me in August! You leaked them." I accuse.

"What? What do you mean leaked? I didn't leak any of them. I haven't even gone through them." He says in defense.

"Star magazine published them. I saw my explicit pictures on a billboard and bus ad. Who else would fucking leak my pictures, Harry? You're the only one who had them!"

"Listen to me. I didn't leak them! I haven't seen any of them. I thought you took the memory card." He matches my tone.

"I gave you the memory card! I don't fucking have it because I wouldn't leak my own fucking pictures!" Tears start to run down my face. "How could you do this to me?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about! I didn't leak any of your pictures. You need to understand that!"

"Then who did? Huh? Who leaked the pictures that only you and I know about? Because it wasn't me."

"I don't know! But it wasn't me."

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious! Jane, I would never do that to you!"