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

Chapter Fifty-Seven

*Trish's POV*

I look around the room full of people, feeling my chest tighten up.

Wheres Michael?

Emma drags me along, trying to find people we knew. Eventually I break free from her and venture off to find my boyfriend.

Finally, I see him sitting at the bar talking to somebody. I walk over, the back part of my dress trailing behind me.

I place my hand on his shoulder, standing diagonal of him. He looks up at me, taking the sight of me in.

His eyes rake down my body, then finally trail back up to meet me in the eye.

"You look stunning, angel." Michael says, wrapping his arm around my waist. I smile proudly.

"Thank you! It's one of my most expensive dresses." I tell him. I take my hand off his shoulder and take his chin, pulling his face up to mine.

He connects his lips with mine. I feel him place a hand on my ass, so I reach behind me and slap his hand away.

I pull back, smirking.

"Don't touch something that doesn't belong to you, kay?"

"But it does belong to me."

"It only belongs to you when we're-"

"Okay that's enough!" He shushes me quickly, stuffing a piece of crab cake in my mouth he had gotten from the server.

So there I stand, an offended look on my face that's stuffed with crab cake.

What a wonderful picture to imagine.

Michael lets out a laugh, standing up. I look at the man sitting in front of him that he was talking to, giving an awkward wave.

"H-" I try to speak when Michael covers my mouth with my hand.

"No speaking with your mouth full, darling." He says, his hand still on my mouth.

I swallow it, flicking his hand off my mouth and glaring at him.

"Hello, I'm Trish Styles. This year's co-host of the Inferno Gala." I say politely, giving the man a nod.

He nods back, a smile on his face.

"Nice to meet you Ms Styles." He says. I smile, then turn to Michael.

"Come, let's go find Emma and Niall." I say, holding out my hand for him. He chuckles, taking my hand and letting me drag him into the crowd.

Soon we find them, and end up doing shots at the pool bar and snorting lines of any flat surface we can find.

"Here." Emma says while handing me a small plastic baggie with a little piece of paper in it.

"You carry paper in a baggie around in your purse?" I ask while taking the baggie and inspecting it.

"It's acid, dimwit." She mumbles while standing Michael and Niall one.

I'm suddenly starting to regret my clothing choice.

Just as I'm about to peel open the baggie, I feel a sudden gust of air on my chest area.

Then, Michael jumps in front of me. He puts his arms around me, holding me to him and looking around frantically.

I look down, confused. Then I feel embarrassed.

My tit fell out.

Oh fuck me.

"Niall! Pass me your blazer!" Michael shouts at Niall. I try to stuff my tit back in the dress, but it's not working.

The dress needs to be unzipped for me to fit it back in.

"Uh- shit- okay here!" Niall fumbles with the buttons before tossing it to Michael.

Michael, still standing in front of me, slips the blazer on me quickly.

"Mike I can put a blazer on." I protest.

"I know you can, but people are going to see you exposed. That's only for me to see."

"Michael Clifford!"

Michael sighs, doing up the last button on the blazer.

"This really isn't the time to yell at me sweetheart." He says. I look at Emma, who was adverting her gaze somewhere else to respect my privacy.

Michael puts a hand on my back, signalling to come upstairs with him.

"Mae, stay here with Niall and make sure nobody comes upstairs." I tell her. Emma nods, then watches Michael whisk me upstairs.

We go upstairs to my room, Michael locking the door as soon as he closes it.

I undo the buttons to Niall's blazer, tossing onto the bed. I look over at Michael who was staring at me.

"Thank you for blocking me." I say, trying to reach for my zipper.

"I can't have people looking at you like that. I worked hard to get you, I don't want to share." He says. I don't hear him walk over, but seconds later I feel his cold hands touch my back.

He finds my zipper and slowly brings it down, careful not to get anything caught on it. His hands trail down my back, sending shivers through my body.

He gets to the bottom and let's go, letting me do the rest.

"We're going back to your place after this, right?" I ask him.

"Mhm." He hums. I fix my situation, then shuffle it down. It falls onto the ground loosely, making a pool of black fabric form around my feet.

I'm aware of Michael staring at me, but I continue to step out of it. I pick it up, hanging it back in my closet.

I use one hand to cover my boobs, and the other to rifle through my closet. I finally find another black dress that fits the theme.

It was an almost full mesh dress. The skirt, sleeves and trail were a black mesh while the bodysuit underneath was a shiny, silk black.

Of course, it had a slit in the leg where the mesh was. It was long enough so that it trailed behind me, but not long enough for me or other people to step on it.

I put on some black nipple covers, feeling Michael's gaze bore into my back.

I step into my new dress, slipping it up over my body and fit it into place.

I look at Michael through my mirror, shifting my weight a little so I'm more comfortable.

"Zip me up?" I ask him. Michael blinks once, then nods. He walks over to me, then I feel his hands again on my skin.

He brushes the hair off my back, then goes for my zipper.

His fingers run up my back with my zipper slowly, again being careful with the fabric.

As he finishes, he plants a kiss on my collarbone.

"This one's much more beautiful on you." He whispers in my ear.

Just as I'm about to respond, I hear a sudden crash followed by babies crying.

"What the fuck?" I mutter, turning around.

Then I hear Emma's annoyed but frantic voice.

"Who's fucking baby is that?" She snaps from downstairs.

Michael and I rush out of my bedroom and lean on the railing by the stairs to see what was happening.

I see Emma skidding to a stop, then see her glaring at something. I follow her gaze to see Ronin and Delta, screaming, and being shoved into a van.

"Not my kids, you bitch."