Duplicity [h.s]

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(tw violence and gruesome themes)

thank you so much for your patience! this is a very lengthy chapter and a lot happens so get comfortable! it's been hard balancing school and wattpad lately, so your patience is crazy appreciated. enjoy!! xx

Aven Brooks

I didn't know what to do, what this could mean for us. Harry said there was one rule; don't blow our cover. But nowhere was a man who pointed me out from a mile away, there was no hiding my identity to him. Harry still looked like Harry if you knew of the singer, and Chavem himself has his headquarters in the same building as Harry's agent. There was no hiding who we were to him, we will just make it worse if we lie with fake names.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" He said to us with a whisky glass in his hand, confused like no other in his dapper appearance.

I glanced up at Harry who wasn't happy with the situation. By the glaring look in his eye towards him, I could tell he wanted to rip these strangers head off by blowing this up for us. I don't blame him, I wasn't happy either. My nerves that were just starting to calm down were now through the roof.

I look back ahead at Chavem, answering in the only way I can think of.

"Please don't tell anyone we're here, we snuck in," I say discreetly, looking around.

"You..snuck in?" He tilts his head to the left in confusion.

"Yes. Please don't rat us out, our tour stop is in Chicago today and I've been dying to get out of the hotel. I told Harry if he came here with me then I wouldn't take his picture for the next two tour stops." I make up a fake story, remembering how Chavem knows about Harry's issue with his photos being taken.

He glances at Harry who stood there in dead silence, refusing to speak but keeping that deal look in his eye. Eventually, Chavem looked back at me instead.

"Why here? Surely this place isn't all that exciting for young kids like yourselves..." Chavem furrows his dark brows in question, keeping his one hand in his crisp pant pocket. He smelled good, I could smell the cologne from here.

"I've been doing nothing but hanging around with arrogant rockstars for a while now. I'll do anything to have a change of scenery. Plus, there's an open bar." I explain all on the spot, looking over at the large bar.

His lips coy a smile, chuckling a bit which made me feel like he was falling for it. It wasn't too hard to believe a story like this. I am nineteen and Harry is a borderline alcoholic to the media—sneaking into a posh event for free drinks can't be that far fetched for us.

"Ah, to be young again." He shakes his head in fascination. "Well, who am I to get in the way?"

Relief washed over me, knowing he wasn't going to say anything and I was actually pulling off this cover.

"Thank you so much." I nod with a smile.

"But on one condition." He then slips in, making me nervous as he had that deviant smile plastered on his face, the silver tooth showing. "I get to steal you for a quick dance."

My heart stopped beating in nerves, eyes turning up to Harry who was not liking what he just heard. His jaw went sharp, eyes deadlocked on Chavem who met eye contact.

"Only if you don't mind, Mr. Styles," Chavem adds with a smile, knowing Harry didn't want to but also didn't want to get ratted out.