Deception - H.S

Chapter 19

Noise, banging? and a pounding headache. I take dreadful steps towards the door, stepping out and looking into the hallway, listening to where the noise is coming from. A few moments later, Niall peeks out of the guest room in confusion as well. We look at each other and as I was about to ask something, not sure what, we get interrupted by a very loud moan from Harry's room.

My eyes widen as I look at his door then at Niall, registering the panting and banging and Niall puts his face in his hand, walking back into the room which made me think that he was going back to bed, only to come out and hand be a pair of earplugs. "Good luck." He mumbles before going back into the bedroom and closing the door.

I take the earplugs and close my door as well, getting back into bed, feeling traumatized by the loudness of whoever is in there, getting secondhand embarrassment from the sounds I just witnessed and the ones I can still hear even after the earplugs.

This was going to be a long night...

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While making breakfast, Niall offered to help and I denied knowing that it would be the worst decision I'd ever make but he insisted and started doing random things like breaking eggs in a bowl and taking milk out of the fridge. "Uhm.. What are you trying to do?"

Niall looks at me with a block of cheese, bacon and tomatoes in his hand, "Helping you make breakfast." He has never done this, if he ever did something remotely similar to this it would be because he felt guilty about something which only makes me think that something is wrong.

"Okay but what are you trying to make?" I giggle at how out of place he looks. "I dunno, you are supposed to tell me that." He squints his eyes at me. "Maybe if you'd actually listen to me Ni-"

"Hey, hey, I listen to you. I'm amazing at this okay just tell me what to do and I'll do it." He interrupts me and puts a pan on the stove, cracking the eggs in it. I take a seat on the exterior of the kitchen, "Well, first turn on the stove." I eye the stove, "Of course I was gonna do that, Hope." He shrugs and dramatically rolls his eyes to prove to me that he was completely aware that the stove was off.

Niall really didn't let me do anything, he just wanted instructions and I spend about an hour doing that. After several batches of burnt eggs, bacon a few broken bowls and glasses and a pan that is now completely destroyed, he finally managed to make edible scrambled eggs. He carefully put it on a plate and placed it in front of me with the biggest smile I've seen in a while, "How are they?" he was wiggling his brows.

"Actually good. But please never cook again." I eventually burst out laughing, unable to control myself and he puts his hands in his hair, "Please never make me do that again, how do you do this all the time!" he starts laughing at the situation too.

Liam and Louis are out running some errands, or at least that is what Niall told me. Harry steps into the room, taking a seat on the other end of me. His eyes meet mine and I stop laughing, clearing my throat as I walk into the kitchen to wash my plate. "Don't stop on my account, I don't bite." His presence makes me nervous. However, his mood seems okay in this moment. "If you hate my voice, I'm sure you hate my laugh even more." He furrows his brows at me, "Don't get me started, Whitlock."

Niall takes my seat on the island, a confused look on his face as he looks at me and then Harry, "What is this about?"

"Ohh nothing, this person, " I wave my hands over Harry, "hates me."

"Harry? Would you like to elaborate? Maybe with Niall here you will give me a real reason for the hatred." I squint my eyes at him.

Niall raises an eyebrow at Harry, waiting for him to respond. I feel bad about putting Harry in this position because of how much I hated confrontation myself. You know what? I don't feel bad. He deserves this and I love how uncomfortable he seems being confronted right now. "She is annoying." He shrugs.