Becoming Elliott (Harry Styles)

Eight.

'I'm paralyzed, I'm scared to live, but I'm scared to die'

"Chantel said you were losing your shit," I said to Christian once we were reunited. 

He narrowed his eyes at me before he let out a long sigh. "So, I've been thinking."

I tilted my head to the right, my hair falling slightly as I moved. "This had better be important," I reminded him. "Chantel dragged me back early for this."

Christian looked confused before he shook his head, "That woman. She seriously has no respect for other people's time." He looked genuinely annoyed about her demanding natural. "I can't take her to the wedding," he told me sternly. "It has to be you."

"I can't," I blurted out too quickly. 

He looked at me with furrowed brows, "What?"

"I just don't have anything to wear," I lied as I tried to think of excuses. "Besides I'm awkward and always thinking the worst of people."

Chrsitian smiled, "I'll buy you a dress, Emma." He put a hand on my shoulder as he looked down at me. "I need someone who is going to be on their guard. Chantel is lovely, but I know she will be there for a good time. You will be there for work."

My eyes looked down at my hands as I tried to think of a way out of this. Short of losing a couple of limbs or being shot the day before the wedding, I didn't think there was a way out of it. "Okay," I reluctantly agreed. "I'll be your plus one," I regretted the words as I said them. "But I want the full make over experience, not just a new dress."

He grinned as I looked up at his smug face. "You won't regret this, Emma."

I raised my eyebrows, I already did. 

How could I turn up at my father's wedding as someone else? He would definitely recognize me, well I hoped he would anyway. If he didn't, it wouldn't be the first time he didn't.

Maybe being someone else wouldn't be too hard, you could do a lot of things to disguise your true identity nowadays. All I had to do was be on my guard, for myself and for Christian. I knew if anything happened to him, Chantel would never forgive me. 

XOXOX

As I sat in the living room of my shared home, I scrolled through social media. My fingers lingered over Harry's page for far to long before I managed to press on his name taking me to his profile. I looked through it, he never updated, he had so much more to his life than an online presence. I opened his profile picture to fill my phone screen before I dreamily stared at it. 

This was exactly how I remembered him. Bright green eyes that caught you off guard. Curls in his dark brown hair with an angry look on his face. The same look he shot me when he greeted me over his damaged vehicle. I smiled to myself as I thought about it, the whole incident had partly lead us here. 

"Emma," Lance's voice made me jump. I didn't even realise he was in the room, he wasn't just in the room though, he was standing next to me. "Oh, wow, do you know him?" He nodded towards my phone as I looked at the picture which was still Harry. 

Locking my phone, I looked at up at Lance. "No, just came across his picture online."

"Good," Lance grinned at me. He seemed to believe my words. 

He was standing there in his work uniform, his police outfit almost beaming at me. "Do you know who he is then?" I shook my head, I had to play dumb, I was supposed to be innocent. "That's Harry Styles," he told me his voice quietening as he spoke. "He operates out of Granston," he told me more than I thought he would even know. "The whole family that lives in that home is corrupt, the police helping them out and turning a blind eye to the Cole family."