Deception - H.S

Chapter 9

I feel an unfamiliar warmth beneath me, mixed with relaxed breathing and a calm heartbeat. I open my eyes and rub them with the back of my hand to get the sleep out of my eyes. Harry's butterfly tattoo. I widen my eyes and look up to make sure it's Harry. I'm tangled with him, his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him with my head resting on his bare chest.

What the fuck?

He looks so peaceful. Not a trace of anger on him. I take in his features, tracing my finger along his cheek. He has beautiful cheekbones, his lips, perfectly pink. God really spent time on him.

 There is a small white scar under his lip, although I can't imagine him being clumsy or falling face down, giving him random stupid scars, that is more of my job. He is so perfect; perfectly breathtaking. He probably gets into fights and has to be the last one to throw a punch.

My trail of thoughts come to a stop when my brain is flooded with questions. What happened last night? How did I get here and why the hell am I snuggled up to Harry?

I try to slide out of his grip slowly, being careful not to wake him up but freeze when he shuffles and groans, snuggling into my neck and pulling me closer if that was even possible with half of his weight on me so I'm stuck.

My heart slams against my chest and my body tenses up. What happened last night? I lay there with Harry snuggled into me, afraid of what might happen next. After the way things have been with him, I never know if he is going to be nice, whatever his definition of nice is or be cold towards me. I still don't know what have I done wrong for him to behave the way that he does with me.

He snaps his head up, looking at me with sleepy eyes, his brows pulled tightly as I look into his squinted green eyes. He quickly untangles himself from me, turning and sitting at the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands and rubbing his face, "Fuck" he mumbles in frustration and runs his hand through his hair.

"You better be out of here by the time I'm back." He walks to the en suite washroom and closes the door behind him.

I didn't come here myself. I wouldn't do that after the way he spoke to me last night. He knew I couldn't sleep in that room yet he still told me to get out. Did he bring me here? Why would he do that after him basically kicking me out of his room last night. I need to ask him what happened.

I take a deep breath and get out of his room quickly. I walk down the stairs, looking for Niall and I see him in the kitchen making coffee. "Morning, you sleep okay?" He pours a cup of coffee and places it on the counter.

"Uhm.. yeah it was fine." Don't know how I ended up in bed with Harry but yeah let's just ignore that. I take a seat on one of the chairs, sipping coffee.

"Look Hope, either tell me where that dick lives or I'll find him myself. He got into your fucking home after we beat the crap out of him. I don't think he understands how serious this is." I know Niall is concerned but I can't let him hurt Kyle. Even after everything that he did, although he deserves it, I don't want to see him like that.

"I would also like for you to stay here until I take care of Kyle, please?"

"Ni, I love you for caring so much but I can't stay here. A night was fine but you guys have your lives. I cannot just invade your personal space and start living here. If it was just you then maybe yeah but you live with three other people who I barely know and who barely know me. You didn't even ask them if this was okay. I'm interrupting their lives too you know. Besides, I can't leave Ayla all alone, what if he shows up again." I start a ramble, "Also, please please just leave Kyle alone. He wouldn't do anything extreme for sure. He messed up and we broke up, it's taking a lot for me to make sense of what has been happening and it's probably the same for him which is why he is being the way that he is. I don't want any trouble and I don't want you to get into trouble either.