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

Chapter Fifty-Four

*Trish's POV*

"I have to tell you something, Mae." I tell her as she looks at me with a confused expression.

"Tell me what?" She asks, confused. I open my mouth to answer when I hear the floorboards creaking behind me.

I turn around to see Niall, who is also confused and quite frankly, angry.

"Niall, please. We're trying to have a conversation." I say flatly.

"Um-" He starts, but I interrupt.

"Oh I'm sorry did you not know? I thought you would've with all the security cameras around the house." I snap, giving him a fake smile. Niall's eyes widen, not knowing that I knew.

He looks at Emma who contains her giggles behind her fist. Niall looks back at me, more angry than confused now.

"You knew? And you still killed Asher?!" He yelled at me. I nod.

"You weren't there, Niall. You don't know half the things he did because she sugarcoated them for you. Do you know how many times she was dumped at my doorstep at three in the morning?" I counter. Emma looks at Niall, expecting a response.

"It doesn't matter, I needed him for information." He says. I shake my head, pissed off and disappointed.

"You disappeared, Niall. Of course it doesn't matter to you." I say bitterly, glaring at him. He doesn't answer, he knows I won.

I turn back to Emma, sighing. She looks at me, an unreadable expression on her face.

"I'll see you tomorrow for breakfast." I say blankly before turning around and shoving past Niall, slamming the front door behind me.

I get into my car and immediately call Michael. I don't know why, it just feels like it's the right thing to do.

It rings a few times before I hear a groggy Australian accent on the other end.

"Hello?" He asks. I hear him shift around, before I answer.

"Hey Mikey, it's me."

"Bean? What are you doing, calling me at... holy shit it's only 8:30. I slept for a solid five hours."

"Yes I'm aware it's 8:30 in the evening." I sigh into the phone.

"What's up?" Michael asks.

"Can I come over?" I question, waiting for his response.

"Of course, you don't have to ask." Michael answers, concerned.

"Thanks, I'll see you in a few." I say before hanging up the phone.

I pull out of Emma's driveway and speed off to Michael's house. I pray to God there's no cops on the road tonight.

I pull up to his house, parking my car and almost running up to his front door. I repeatedly bang on his door, anxiously waiting for him to answer.

"Bean you can just come in." Michael says while opening the door. I smile at him, pulling him in for a quick kiss before walking inside.

"What's wrong?" He asks, wrapping his arm around my waist. I sigh.

"Niall." I answer. Michael nods.

"Still going on, huh?"

"Mhm."

He spins me around, wrapping his other arm around my waist. I hug him back, burying my face in his neck.

"You smell nice." He mumbles. I burst into a fit of giggles.

"That was so random." I giggle. I look into Michael's eyes and run my hands through his hair. It feels nice when it runs through my fingers.

He smiles down at me, holding my waist still. He's so pretty.

I break away, stepping back and walking into the kitchen. I place my purse down, going straight for the fridge.

"So, I have some stuff to tell you." I say abruptly. I hear Michael sit down behind me, and I take out some cookie dough. It's the edible one, the best kind.

"And that is?" He questions, looking at me. I turn around, placing my hands on the island and leaning forward, putting my weight on my hands.

"So, my parents always host this gala, and it's just about trading and shit. Showing off what others don't have. It's really for mafia and gang people only." I look at Michael, watching as he nods along to what I'm saying.

"Anyways, I want you to come with me. Since you're officially my boyfriend, I want to introduce you to posh family friends, colleagues and other people that are just there for the trade off." I say, watching as a smile spreads on his lips.

"You'd like me to come? You're not shitting with me, are you?" He asks, as if not believing me. I nod.

"Of course. It's tomorrow night. Emma and I always spend the night at my place the night before and get ready in my room. I have an ensuite, so it makes it much easier." I ramble on, getting caught up in the moment. Michael chuckles, which makes me go quiet.

"I've heard about those galas. I've never been invited though." He says. I smile.

"Well now you'll know what it's like behind the scenes... if that made sense." I speak slowly at the end of my sentence, second guessing myself. Michael let's out a light laugh and gets up, sauntering towards me with his hands in his pockets.

"It didn't, but you being you makes up for it."

"Now see, that didn't make sense."

"Oh I know." He chuckles. I roll my eyes, smiling.

"You're such a dumbass." I tell him, turning away and going upstairs. Michael follows me, confused.

"I hope you know that this isn't your house, so your clothes aren't up here." He calls after me. I pause, realization hitting me.

"Are you- oh for fucks sake!" I yell in frustration. I go back downstairs and flop onto his couch, immediately getting swarmed by South.

"Oh- hi honey!" I try and move my face away from South's, smiling.

Michael picks South up, setting him on the floor and sitting down beside me.

He pulls me into his side so I fall into him and rests his cheek on my head. I get into a more comfortable position, signing contently.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Michael asks, looking down at me. I nod and hand him the remote. He turns on the TV and surfs through Netflix before finding a movie.

Now You See Me.

I remember when this movie came out, I watched it every day. It was my favourite movie.

Before I know it, Michael and I are fast asleep and Netflix is asking us if we're still there.