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

Chapter Fifty-Nine

*Trish's POV*

As I waited for my chauffeur to pull up, I sat on a high-up ledge beside Michael.

I fiddle with his fingers as he scrolls through Twitter with his free hand.

"I had fun tonight." I say, intertwining my hand with his. Michael looks at me with a smile.

"Aside from the babies almost getting stolen and a whole bunch of dead bodies, so did I." He chuckles, bringing my hand up to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently.

"Yeah sorry about that." I say sheepishly. Michael laughs.

"You looked beautiful tonight. In both dresses." He says softly. I smile.

He leans in, kissing me. I grin into the kiss, wrapping my hands around his neck. I play with the ends of his hair while we kiss, making the whole experience better.

Michael pulls away, and traces his fingers along my jawline.

"I think your dad would kill me if he came out and saw us making out."

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you."

Michael stared at me with wide eyes and a 'are you fucking joking me' type of smile.

He then starts to look around, as if making sure somebody else heard what I just said.

I hear a laugh from behind me, I turn my head to see Emma standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Please, get a room." She says, taking a few steps towards Michael and I.

I let out a light laugh, feeling Michael's fingers glide down my arm and into my hand.

"Already did, multiple times."

"You're done. You're done."

I open my mouth to try and get back at her, but end up laughing again instead. Michael and Emma join in soon after.

The chauffeur pulled up by the curb, the new driver getting out to open the door for Michael and I.

I jump down, waving to Emma.

"Bye Mae, I'll text you later." I call to her. Michael jumps down beside me, snaking his arm around my waist.

"Bye Eden." He says, smirking.

"Bye T, bye Morgan." She says, sending the shade right back.

I chuckle and pull Michael along, getting into the car. The driver closes the door behind us, and gets into the drivers seat.

"Would you mind dropping us off at Michael's place instead of going to mine?" I ask him, leaning forward. He nods, and asks for the address.

Michael gives the address, and in less than a second we're on our way.

I lean back, crossing my leg over the other. I feel Michael looking at me, so I turn my head to meet his gaze.

"What?"

"What?"

"Why are you looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Wonderful."

Michael laughs, grabbing my hand. I smile at him, feeling him rub my thumb with his.

We pull into Michael's driveway, and the driver opens the door for us. We step out, say thank you and enter his house.

"I've been wanting to sit down for ages." I say, flopping down on his couch. "Like I said before, I hate old posh men."

I hear Michael shuffle around somewhere behind me, taking a second for answering me.

"When you shot that man, I found that so fucking hot." He says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Doesn't surprise me." I joke, tossing my shoes off.

Michael sits beside me, kissing me on the cheek as he lands.

"Are you thirsty?" He asks. I nod, and he goes to stand up again. I reach my hand out, grabbing him and pulling him back down.

"No, I'm going to get it. I can do things for myself. Plus, you just sat down." I say, standing up and pulling my dress down a little.

"Alright, if you insist." He says, not arguing with me. I go into the kitchen, starting to look around for the cups.

"Mike?" I call.

"Yep?"

"Wheres the cups?"

"Top cupboard on the left. Above the microwave."

"Okay, thank you!" I say, reaching above me open the cupboard.

As soon as I open the cupboard, I freeze.

I know Michael killed Zayn, but he never told me how. What I'm seeing right now explains that night a lot more.

I look around to see if Michael was anywhere near before grabbing what I saw and taking it out.

I examine it more, reading the label and everything in it.

Poison.

"Everything okay love?" I hear Michael call to me and I jump a little. I put the bottle back.

"Um.. yeah! I'm fine!" I call back, taking a cup and filling it up with tap water.

"Okay, just making sure!"

What the fuck is happening right now?

*Michael's POV*

Trish sits beside me, and I notice she's acting a little off.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. Her gaze snaps to me, eyes going wide. She looks more attentive now.

"Hm? Oh, nothing!" She answers, smiling. I nod, smiling even though I don't believe her.

"Hey darling, I have to make a call. I'll be right back." I say to her. She nods, and I stand up and go into my room upstairs.

I pull out my phone, dialling a number. It rings for a few seconds before he answers.

"Niall speaking."

"Hey, we have a problem."

"What's wrong?"

"She knows."

"What?!"

"She knows..."

"God damnit, Michael! Next time I see you, she better not be near."

And with that, he hangs up the phone. I pull the phone away from my ear, standing in my room for a few seconds.

As I try to come up with an excuse as to why there's poison in my cupboard, I can't help but wonder how she's going to look at me now.

I've fucked up, I should've never agreed to killing him.