Deception - H.S

Chapter 35

Trigger warning: guns

Hope Whitlock

My days feel longer than normal because of the lack of sleep, I have about nine hours extra in my day that I would normally spend asleep and then a couple of hours more or less if I decided to nap. It is only noon and in the past twelve hours, I got a speeding fine, sang in front of the one person that hates me the most, had my first and the best orgasm from that same person and then saw those hands that were all over me, drain the life out of someone else.

I make the best decisions, don't I?

This extra time left me to think, overthink actually, and I tried to make sense of things but failed miserably. It doesn't make sense for someone to take compromising pictures of me and send them to Niall, if they wanted money why not just blackmail me? It was smarter to do that than send it to Niall who I  know cares about this but how was the blackmailer so sure that he would pay up? Where and when were these pictures taken? There were so many questions.

After Harry threatened me, he left, without doing anything but he also left behind a black duffle bag that I thought might have some evidence that could be used against him. Turns out it had weapons, and a specific one that made me spiral for the next few hours. The fear comes from a deep rooted trauma from a few years ago, one that I am sure I would never be able to recover from. Until Deception's first concert, I didn't even think about weapons because how and why would I come across a dangerous weapon out of the blue? Yet, here I was, confronted with a bag filled with them, I cannot deal with this, I don't know how to.

Niall tried numerous times to get me to talk to him but I refused every single time. It doesnt matter that he is one of the closest people I have to family, it doesnt matter that he is trying to check up on me, it doesnt matter that he is yelling at the other boys for my sake while thinking I cannot hear him, none of it matters because he is defending something wrong. He was a nice person, never did anything mean or harmful but this just makes me think that maybe I don't know him anymore, it had been two years after all. 

I was pretending like everything was fine, in denial of what I saw and what had happened. 

The video proof I have is not of the actual shooting but it is enough for me to call the cops, they would investigate and Harry would be imprisoned, no more threats, no more constantly being scared. The band could continue, the tour will get over and I will be free.

I need to be smart with it though, lay low, listen to them and make them believe that I will not tell anyone, just like they don't want me to, the moment it feels like the right time, I call the cops. I cannot believe that Niall is helping them, I knew Harry was capable of such things but a part of me refused to believe that a person could do something so cruel to another human being, the image keeps relaying in my head in a constant loop, when I see him, I hear the gunshot, I see the blood; it makes all the threats feel so much more real now.

He said he won't kill me just yet, that he has other plans for me. I am not entirely sure what that is supposed to mean but I know I won't be a pawn in whatever mind games he likes to play.

The world thinks of them as their idols, loving them immensely and supporting them in every way possible but this is all just a facade, these men are the worst because it is all a lie. The simplest thing they teach you as a kid is being kind to others, how can someone take another person's life and carry on with their own without any guilt?

Harry didn't even blink an eye before he was hunting for me. It's not like he is deceiving the world that he is good, everyone knows his nature, he is the bad boy that everyone loves and adores but the truth is what happens between the four walls that is hidden away from the public eye. I want to tell people that truth.