Deception - H.S

Chapter 39

Trigger warning: self-harm

Hope Whitlock

I have been locked in this room for the past 12 hours, it being 7 am now that I only know because I have my laptop and a million pieces of my phone are probably still lying on the floor. I'm not scared anymore, I'm pissed.

I want the truth now. Yes, I was afraid of it at first but now I want the brutal truth, I want to know what is so important that could justify their actions. What could possibly justify Niall screaming at me like I just did the worst possible thing that I could.

They haven't been treating me horribly which I am glad for, I was given water, meals, extra snacks and anything else that I needed. I didn't eat any of it except for the water, they want to treat me like a kid? I will act like one. Calling the police was not childish, it was serious and none of them understand the gravity of it.

Since the show was tomorrow at 4pm, it meant that I had until noon tomorrow to prove to Niall that I will not be endangering them anymore. I keep picturing the drugs and money, they are for sure into something very illegal that they were trying to hide from me.

Was it better for me to let it go? Move on and finish the rest of the tour so I could go back to my old life? The one that consisted me of having my own freedom in ways that I feel like I don't anymore.

I hear a click of my lock which causes me to sit up straight, the knob twists and the door opens just a crack. To my surprise, it was Louis. "Can I come in?"

"Sure?" I reply with uncertainty as to why he was here.

"You look like shit..." He closes the door behind him and leans his back against it. He is wearing a pair of black jeans and a white tank top, his hair in a wet mess on top of his head like he just took a shower.

"I know, I haven't slept..." In four fucking days. I beat my own record.

"At all?" If only he knew how long.

I shake my head, seeing him sigh and stare at the floor like he was preparing himself for something.

"So, Niall told me to talk to you," There it is. "about things that have happened."

"Why you? I mean no offense but we barely talk, I feel like you hate me just like Harry does." My tone was getting ruder with each day that I didn't sleep, I had no control over it. It also did not make sense for Louis out of all people being sent to talk me out of retaliating again.

"Because..."

"Because?" I squint my eyes in anticipation for his response, he was being vague and I didn't understand that the least bit.

"Okay, I am going to ask you questions and you will answer them, truthfully I prefer. Can I sit?" he gestures to the couch that was towards the balcony, on the side of the bed. I nod and he goes to the opposite end of the room while I move on the bed to face him.

"How are you feeling?" He starts, crossing his leg so his ankle was resting on his other knee and intertwining his fingers with his hand resting on his chest.

"Okay, I guess. What is this about?" I fake a smile to seem nice, nicer than what I was behaving due to my tiredness.

"I just want to know how you are doing, that's all."

"Louis... we don't talk. Please?"

He huffs, knowing that this was weird and it wasn't going anywhere he wanted until he gave me a reason why this was happening. "Okay... Niall wanted me to check up on you because of everything, he thinks you are angry at him which is very obvious considering how he behaved last night, but what he really wanted was for me to just talk and get to know if you were doing fine, like... mentally." That sounds very much like the Niall I knew.