Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chapter Twenty

*SLIGHT VIOLENCE WARNING*

*No POV*

10:55am

Trish was in her room, hiding from Zayn. He had found out about Michael being here, and he wasn't happy. To him, Trish wasn't allowed to have male friends other than Niall. Although he didn't trust Niall, he knew better then to meddle with their friendship.

Zayn definitely didn't trust Michael, either. He got so upset when he found out Michael was alone in Trish's house at 9am.

Trish knew Michael had left the house already, so she wasn't that scared. She was scared Zayn was going to hurt himself or break something. She didn't care that he was upset with her, well she did, but she wanted to focus on not having to deal with an injured Zayn.

"Zayn, your going to hurt yourself." She had warned him, but he didn't listen. Just out of rage, he threw the vase the flowers had been in above her head, shattering it. The shards fell on and around her, and she was terrified but she refused to show it.

"You just got out of the hospital!" She yelled at him, worried. He glared at her.

"Yeah, I did. And while I was in there, you went and had some guy over! How do I know you didn't sleep with him?!" He said to her, and she had a look of hurt on her face.

"You think I'd sleep with him? I've just met him!" She exclaimed, a little hurt.

He had thrown something else close to her, and that's when she decided to retreat up to her room and lock the door.

She was sat on the bed, Emma's number ready in case she needed to call her, and the window open so she could bolt if she needed to.

Trish heard the sound of the front door opening, then footsteps leading out. Shortly after, the door slammed shut. She heard Zayn's car start, then zoom off. He's gone for the day.

She spent the day alone, in her room, afraid.

7:15pm

Trish's obnoxiously loud ringtone filled her room, waking her up from her nap.

"Hello?" She asked groggily. Harry's voice answered her, and she sat up.

"Hey sweetie!" He said happily. She smiled.

"Hey Dad, what's up?" She asked. Trish heard Harry shuffling around before he answered her.

"Oh I just wanted to ask you a question." He answered. She crossed her legs on her bed, listening to her father.

"Alright." She said. She traced the stitches on her duvet, feeling the bumps run along her fingers.

"Would you want to come out for dinner tonight?" Harry asked. Trish paused, she didn't want to go out, but she didn't want to pass up an opportunity with her parents. She hadn't seen them in ages, she missed them.

"Sure, why not?" She agreed, smiling. It's like Harry had a sixth sense, because he always knew when Trish was upset. Whether she was out, beside him, or even up in her room, he always knew. Since she never cried, he took it upon himself to check for signs that showed she wasn't happy. Trish loved Harry for always being there for her.

Louis was there too, but he didn't quite understand why she didn't cry like other children. He asked Trish about it, and she said when she cried she always felt weak and vulnerable.

Louis understood that, and didn't push her any further. Trish appreciated that greatly.

"Good! We'll meet at the steakhouse, I'll send you the address." Harry said. Trish nodded.