Undercover

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Our heels clacked on the concrete as we walked up the brick, winding driveway. The front yard was groomed to perfection, with trimmed bushes and vibrant grass. A giant brick house sat before us in all of its glory, its roof soaring high into the air, classic white pillars holding up the building, and giant glass windows spreading out against the dark brick. Perrie walked a few paces ahead of me as she giddily made her way up the driveway to the giant white door.

We made it up to the front porch, elegantly decorated with flowers upon flowers covering the expanse and wicker chairs sitting amidst them. Perrie walked up to the door and lifted the old-fashioned, antique door handle, banging it against the door three times. She seemed nervous with her heavy, quick breaths and her shifting from one foot to the other and I fought off the urge to do the same. Finally the door opened, revealing an old white man in a tuxedo. His hair was white and thin and his face was worn and wrinkled. His pale blue eyes shone against the porch lights that illuminated the warm, dark night sky.

"Hello, may I help you?" He spoke heavily in a thick british accent. His words were soft and his eyes showed kindness and warmth.

"Uh yes, we're here to see Julio," Perrie says, although her voice shakes and her words sound unsure.

"Miss I'm sure this can wait. Mr. Rodriguez is about to head out and I'm afraid he will be late if he stays and chats," The man says with remorse and Perrie's head falls slightly.

"Please, if you could just spare one-" Perrie's sentence is cut off by a man descending the stairs behind the old man.

"Ah, Anthony, you're not giving my friend too hard of a time now, are you?" The man says and walks up next to the old man. His skin is a golden caramel color and his hair is black and cut short, although you can tell that his hair is naturally curly due to the fact that his hair curls at the tips. His bushy eyebrows lift as he smiles, flashing perfect teeth and lighting his dark eyes.

"No sir, but you must leave now if you don't want to be late," Anthony says with urgency, but the man, Julio, just ignores him, picking up Perrie's hand and kissing the back of it softly.

"Surly the event can wait, I haven't seen Perrie in a long time and I'm sure whatever she has to say is muy importante," He says with a thick spanish accent and she smiles at him.

"Hello Julio," She says, although I can tell that she's uncomfortable with his close proximity and forwardness with her.

"And who might you be?" He asks as he turns towards me, eyes grazing up and down my body. Suddenly, I wish I was wearing a turtle neck and khakis because he makes me uncomfortable.

"B-Belle," I stutter and he smiles at me, his eyes darkening ever so slightly, so slightly that I almost missed it.

"Ah, like the princess. I'm Julio Rodriguez, self made millionaire," He introduces as he picks up my hand and kisses the back of it, only this time, his lips linger.

"Hello," I say and turn towards Perrie. Her poker face is good, but in her eyes I can tell that she's frightened.

"Look Julio, we want in to the Dorado tonight but we don't have an invite. Can you escort us there? Please? It's an emergency," She begs as she quickly gets to the point.

"Look ladies, I would love to help you, but I'm only aloud to bring one date and there are two of you," He says sadly.

"Oh please, you're one of the most important people who is going to be there, they'll gladly bend the rules there for you," Perrie lies. She and I know that he is not as important as he thinks he is.

"Well that is a good point..." He starts to cave.

"Please?" I beg and bat my eyelashes at him. I see him lick his lips before taking a deep breath, about to give in. Out of the corner of my eye I see Perrie shoot me a grateful look.

"Alright, I suppose I could bring you two. On one condition though," He says.

"What is it?" Perrie asks.

"Belle will go as my date and you will be an accompanying friend," He says and I gulp. I don't like him, not one bit, and I don't know how Perrie knows this guy but I have a bad feeling I can't get out of this one.

"So I'll be like the third wheel," She says and I can feel her tense next to me. She obviously doesn't like the idea of me going with him as a date. That makes me nervous. Who is this guy?

"Sure...you could put it that way," He says, "But I have to go finish getting ready, I'll be out in a minute. You two can start down the driveway, the car's at the end of it".

The door slams shut and Perrie and I both awkwardly run in our heels off the porch and out of ear shot.

"Who is this guy?!" I whisper demandingly once we start down the driveway.

"He's one of the big business partners with Harry and Zayn. I've met him a few times, though I don't know what he does with us," She says.

"So this was your plan to get us into the gala? What if he had said no?" I ask her sternly.

"The back entrance is always a worth a shot. Or we could just sleep with security," She says casually and I gulp. I would most certainly not loose my virginity to some sleazy guard with pot breath.

"Ok, so what is it with this guy? He's so creepy and you looked so scared when he said that I was his date. Jealous?" I smirk.

"Ha, as if. I'm actually frightened for you," Her expression turns into worry and so does mine. This doesn't seem like it will end well.

"Why?" I ask, but my voice quavers. I can see the end of the driveway approaching and the black limousine parked in front of it.

"Because, being his date means sex at the end of the night. This guy is literally diagnosed with being a sex addict. If he doesn't get what he wants at the end of the night, he will force you. He will track you down. That means rape, Belle, it's happened with other girls before," Perrie's voice is hard and I suddenly feel like running away from this creep. I can't loose my virginity to him. I just can't. Tears spring at the corners of my eyes but I blink them away.

"What am I going to do?" I ask, all hope leaving my voice, leaving it high pitched and full of sorrow.

"Don't worry Belle, I'll get you out of the gala before the end of the night," Perrie reassures me, though she doesn't seem too sure herself.

"Alright," I say and open the door to the limo. I climb in with Perrie behind me and we shut the door after us.

"Hey, everything will work out," She says and forces a smile. I don't even try to return it. I just stare out the tinted windows and loose myself in thought. I'm so into my thoughts that I don't even hear Julio come in and sit too close to me, or the limo start the painfully long ride to the event.

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I step out of the limousine, ignoring Julio's hand held out to help me. He grabs my hand with extreme force in anger, but I don't care. I just sigh. Perrie hooks her arm around Julio's other arm and I decide to do the same. I pry my fingers from his tight grip and wrap my arm around his. He smiles down at me, but I look forward. The building is huge, probably three times bigger than Julio's house. The doors are open and inside is full of life. Ladies in elegant dresses walk with men in crisp tuxedos up the steps while some stumble down them, drunk. Two men dressed completely in black stand at either side of the entrance with hard expressions as they watch people strut into the building.

We approach the building and start up the steps. Both of the guards turn their hard gazes on us, but before they say anything, Julio stuffs a wad of cash into one the guard's pockets. The guard nods us through and I smile at him. He half smiles back and I turn to walk inside. Tables are set up along the edges of the walls and covered in elegant table cloths and dining utensils. The space is completely packed. Some people occupy the middle of the space, which is empty of all furniture, and dance with their dates. A bar is set up in the corner and people pack into the small area. Waiters walk around with drinks and small appetizers. We walk in and Perrie instantly grabs my hand.

"We have to use the restroom," Perrie says, dragging me away before he gets a chance to answer. It seems, though, that he's too busy talking with a busty blonde to notice.

"Where are we going?" I ask as she leads me towards the back of the huge expanse. I weave through the crowd and almost loose Perrie, but spot her purple hair a second later.

"According to my phone, Zayn is towards the back of the room. He's probably sitting there with Harry and drinking. They're both not ones for dancing," Perrie says once the crowd starts to thin out. The whole back of the room is covered with tables and filled with people. I scan the room until I see the familiar curls, a mere five meters from us, sitting at a table.

"I see them," I hiss and drag Perrie behind a couple making out.

"Oh I see them too," She whispers. I look over to them and my heart drops instantly, my blood running cold and my face turning pale.

"What...the...hell," I say, my voice cracking.

"What's wrong? What is it?" She asks with concern as she looks at me, studying my face.

"Who's that?" I ask, looking towards the busty latino girl sitting on Harry's lap, giving him a hickey. Harry sits there in conversation with Zayn, barely noticing the girl, yet resting his hand on her ass.

"Oh honey," Perrie says sadly as she looks towards Harry and then back to me.

"I'm gonna go kick his ass!" I yell as I start to stomp my way over there, but I'm held back.

"Don't. Wait until he and Zayn get up to get another drink and then go talk to the slut," Perrie says and I breath. I breath in and out, trying to calm myself. Finally my anger subsides and sadness is left behind. Tears fill my eyes and I watch Harry gesture towards his empty drink. I see Zayn nod his head and the girl get off of Harry's lap. Harry and Zayn get up and I watch in terror as Harry places a happy kiss onto the girl's lips before walking off with Zayn. The girl sits back down and I choke back a sob.

"I'm so sorry Belle," Perrie says and I furiously wipe tears from my eyes, my anger returning. My chest moves up and down rapidly as I stalk over there, stopping my feet. My tears dry quickly and I can feel my face turning red.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I scream as Perrie runs to my side.

"Uh, I'm Carmen," The girl says with an american accent, clearly confused.

"That's not what I fucking meant! What the fuck are you doing with Harry?" I don't even try to hide the jealousy coursing through me, along with the anger pumping in my veins. Jealousy and anger can be the most dangerous combination.

"Why wouldn't I be with Harry?" She asks as she stands up.

"Wrong answer. Why the hell are you here with Harry?" I demand.

"Because I'm his girlfriend, duh."

Notes

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN!!!!! Oh hell, shit just got real.

QUESTIONS:

WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GOING ON?

HOW WILL HARRY REACT TO BELLE BEING THERE?

WILL BELLE HAVE TO SLEEP WITH JULIO AT THE END OF THE NIGHT?

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