Deception - H.S

Chapter 10

A/N: Please play the audio when prompted, it makes the chapter way better ;)

The studio they booked is different than the recording studios I always imagined. This one has instruments and a bunch of chairs, couches, and beanbags to sit on. It looks very cozy actually. I love the atmosphere.

"Finnaallyy, we have been waiting for an hour." Niall whines as Harry walks into the room, wearing a plain grey tshirt with black jeans, a bandana pushing his brown curls away from his face. He doesn't even have to put in efforts to look good, I am wearing kinda the same thing but I don't look half as good as he does. "What the fuck is she doing here?" He points at me and in an instant, the coziness I was feeling disappears only to be replaced with resentment from Harry. I sink into my chair, feeling small and unwanted.

"The fuck is your problem with her Harry?" Niall defends me. "My problem is that I don't want her here." Like I said, unwanted.

"She is auditioning to be our drummer, we are gonna vote." Louis mentions. Thanks Louis, it's not like he doesn't hate me enough.

"The fuck she is. I don't agree with it." He spits. I don't have it in me to listen to this. I stand up and leave the room. Niall tried to stop me but I yanked his arm off to walk down the hallway. I need to be alone.

"Stop fucking behaving like that with her, she has been through enough." I hear Niall yell.

I go to the rooftop of the building. Maybe Harry should get some fresh air to clear his fucking thoughts. I push the door open and walk to the edge of the roof, inhaling a deep breath. I have always been nice to Harry. I never asked for him to pull me into his room and talk about what happened. He chose to do that himself. He showed concern first, something I didn't ask for and the other day, I called him yes, but he could have chosen to not come. He doesn't have any obligations towards me, then why show up and show concern? Even today morning, we were cuddled up. The more I think about it, the more confident I am that I fell asleep on the couch. He must have carried me to his bedroom. Again, he could have chosen to leave me downstairs, he clearly didn't want me in his room based off of his statement earlier about not letting anyone stay in his room. Then why let me sleep in his bed?

The flow of thoughts make my eyes sting, I didn't do anything wrong. The view from here is pretty and calm, unlike what is happening in my life or in my mind. My eyes sting thinking about everything that has happened. I have always had a really bad habit of not talking about things and ignoring them, no matter how serious they are, perhaps that is what got me into this situation with Kyle, missing and ignoring all the warning signs.

I jump at the sound of footsteps behind me. I spin around to see Harry walking towards me. My heart sinks at the expression he is holding. He looks furious. As he reaches me, he places a hand on the edge of the roof on either side of me, dipping down so his face is at my eye level.

"Harry I'm tired of playing this tug of war. You show me concern and pull me in and then leave, making me stumble backwards and fall. You want me gone? Fine. I'll go but please don't pretend like you care only to push my away and make me feel like shit." I'm surprised he let me finish talking, not that I was making any sense with the analogy I chose to use. Tug of war? Really Hope? I was expecting him to lash out.

He wets his lips, his eyes focused on me with subtle glances at my lips, like he doesn't know where to begin. "I don't care about you. Get that clear. The boys think you might be our next drummer and if the majority votes yes, I will have to oblige even though I'm sure as fuck I don't want you here. If you get picked, which is a very big if because I don't think you can play even if your life depended on it. You stay away from me and we should be fine."

"What happened last night?" I ask him the thing that has been bothering me since the moment I woke up this morning. I have speculations, but I want to know from him.

His only response was putting his hands on my hips and lifting me to sit on the edge of the roof. I inhale a sharp breath at the transition, not expecting it at all. "Harry what are you-" I don't get to finish my question because I'm being pushed back by my stomach, my ass off the edge of the roof as Harry grips my forearm. I scream loud, panic running through me. The back of my ankles tucked on the inner edge of the roof, being the only small leverage I have to hold myself up from falling but it won't help much because I can only hold myself up as long as Harry doesn't let of my arm.

"Harry please pull me up!" I yell, my voice frantic and filled with fear, my eyes start to brim with tears. "Now love, we are going to play a different game, tell me, are you scared of me?" He speaks calmly.

"PLEASE pull me up!" I plead but it only makes him loosen his grip on my arm, letting it slide a little and I grip his hand with my other arm, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I think I'm the one who should be ordering things in this situation."