Deception - H.S

Chapter 47

There's smut lined up soon- now, it's NOW

Hope Whitlock

The rest of the time at the coffee shop was spent with Mal's extremely invasive questions that were mainly targeted towards me, I understood that she wanted more information on me because I was hanging around the boys a lot and they brought me to their facility but she was pissing me off.

Mal had no right to ask me anything, I didn't answer that only made her be more annoying.

When we went back, it was the four of us except Mal walking back to our hotel. There was something wrong with Harry and I was unable to pick on it. We were fine, he was fine, he was nice to me when he showed the good side of him by being considerate about forcing me to say something I wasn't ready for but something happened when we got to the coffee shop, it was like his mood flipped and I was blaming myself for it thinking that I had unconsciously done something to make him feel that way.

Since then, there has been no communication between us, no calls, texts or visits. I have stayed in the comfort of my room while he has been in his. I thought of checking up on him but was afraid that I might make things worse, everything felt so fragile with him and we were barely even friends. It was stressful.

Now, I was getting ready to go for dinner with the boys, they invited me instead of the other way round. I dressed in a pastel yellow, tight deep neck sweater that fell just above my hips and a pair of high-waisted blue jeans along with my normal white shoes. I wore a headband matching to my top that had a knot in the center so my baby hairs were out of my face.

Grabbing my purse and phone, I leave my room and go straight downstairs to where they said they would be waiting for me.

I was nervous as always, not knowing what to expect from such interactions. At least now I was sure that I wasn't in any sort of danger from them. I wish things would be different and I wouldn't have to pretend like I was not aware of their side job.

When I got to the lobby, I looked around but didn't see any of them so I went outside, tapping on my phone to call Niall. "Hope!" I hear my name from somewhere on my left, seeing Niall's black SUV parked on the curb close to the entrance. Harry was sitting in the passenger seat, his window rolled down and a cigarette perched between his soft lips.

Once I get into the car and Niall starts driving, I blurt out the one thing that has been on my mind, "Niall, why are you fucking Mal?"

All heads snap to me, including Niall who was watching me with wide eyes through the rear-view mirror. "Uhh..."

"That's not an answer." I state.

"Jesus, did you wake up and choose chaos today?" Probably, because there was a lot of anger and confusion building up in me since last night.

"That is still not an answer."

"Yeah, Niall." Liam takes my side, taking joy in teasing him but I was serious about this. She got to my head and now I didn't want Niall to do anything with her because I disliked her that much. He has his own right to be with whoever he wants but the fact that this looked more like just sex was ridiculous.

"What is this about, Bree?" he cocks a brow in question.

"Are you going to give me a straight answer or not?"

"Okay, seriously, what is wrong?" He avoids answering yet again.

"Fine, whatever." I huff, crossing my arms over my chest and staring out the window.

The rest of the ride was extremely quiet except for the low music playing on the radio, it was probably because of my tone but I don't regret asking. Hooking up with her was one thing but when he brought her to the coffee shop and let her sit with us for the rest of our time there, letting her ask me all sorts of questions and making assumptions about me knowing how uncomfortable I was, I started losing my shit.