Deception - H.S

Chapter 25

Hope Whitlock

Today is a big day for me, my first concert, my first gig, the beginning of whatever career there is for me. This opportunity fell into my lap, people struggle for an opportunity as such and I plan on being grateful throughout the tour, doing things like I should, building my network and skills and use everything I have learnt to give my best.

I haven't even gotten out of bed and have seriously messed up my first day, I drank too much yesterday when Niall decided to childishly lock me and Harry in a room, whose presence made me beyond nervous and scared, hence my excessive drinking. Although we shared things and were surprisingly civil, every time I close my eyes I get flashbacks of all the stupid things I did, ones that I will regret as soon as I step out of this room.

I groan and get out of bed, slowly walking to the washroom. I brush, pop some painkillers to help with the headache and do my skin care. I didn't even realize how thirsty I was until I was finishing an entire bottle of water before I went back in bed to scroll through my phone. Missed calls from an unknown number. Kyle.

It had to be him because why else would I get a call from an unknown number every single day. He was a bad decision and waste of a year of my life. I am on this tour to get him out of my head but somehow he always finds a way to weasel his way into my mind.

With every outfit I wear, the way I do my hair, the people I interact with, how I interact with them, comes his taunts and opinions. He really did control me and change me for the worse.

When I feel a little better, I open my suitcase to pick an outfit for today but before I can go through my clothes, there is a knock on my door. Please don't be Harry. Please don't be Harry. Please don't be Harry.

I crack the door open only so I can see who it is and see Niall standing there with a big smile and two large cups of coffee which look so tempting but the events of yesterday rush through my mind, making me shut the door on his face. This also reminds me of how I tried to touch Harry and he shut the door on my face after kicking me out, the thought of it making me cringe.

"Hope!" Niall whines from the other side, asking me to open the door.

"Go away! You're mean!" I yell back, letting him know what he did was stupid and I'm upset about it. I agree that there was some progress between mine and Harry's situation but it doesn't justify what he did.

"I'm sorry! Just hear me out. Open the door." I stand there staring at the door for a couple of seconds while I decide whether or not to let him in. I can either let him in, take that coffee and perhaps also hear him out or I can continue being mad at him and then watch him approach me throughout the day until I listen to what he has to say.

I go with opening the door since I don't want any more distractions during my first day, I cannot have anything ruining today.

I hold the door open for him and he gets in quickly, putting the coffee down on the small coffee table, where I rush to grab it. I basically snatched it out of his hand, that how much I needed it. "Woah, how much did you fucking drink?" he furrows his brows in what I'm assuming is worry. I would try to conceal how bad I felt but there was nothing else that could cure this headache except for coffee and I needed to think straight if I was going to carry on with my day.

"This is all your fault. You locked me in a room.. with Harry!" I whisper yell his name like Harry could hear me somehow.

"I wanted you to get along." He shrugs, trying to justify his actions.

"You could have sat with us! He could have hurt me Ni, you know how he is." I take a seat at the edge of the bed, basically chugging my coffee while Niall sits opposite to me on the couch behind the coffee table.