Deception - H.S

Chapter 51

Hope Whitlock

I was alone in the elevator, going up to my room to get something warm to wear on top of my clothes. The whole conversation we had after Niall left made me feel a whole lot better and before I knew it, I was accepting Harry's offer to go someplace and get high without a second thought about how drunk I am and how badly I am going to hate myself tomorrow morning for drinking so much.

When I get to my room, there is the same small black box with a blue ribbon neatly tied in a bow, the sight makes my heart skip a beat. This was the third one, I pick the box, shaking it to hear for any sounds but there were none. Opening the door, I go inside and lift the lid of the box after taking the ribbon off, a simple printed note in calligraphy was placed inside with instructions to go to a specific restaurant at a specific time with the guys.

Who was sending this to me? When I think about it, there was one in each city I went to, except for Maine, but in Maine, I got that anonymous text... Was this person trying to help me? If I didn't listen to them, maybe Niall and the boys would have faced worse than they did. I think this person was trying to help me somehow.

I put the box away, taking my coat out of my bag and put it on, shoving some Starbursts into the pocket before leaving for the elevator. Clicking the basement parking, I stared at the red digital numbers above nervously, I had no clue where Harry was taking me and it might be stupid to go with him but I tend to be stupid around him a lot.

When I get to the basement, I walk through the large space, my footsteps echoing as I passed numerous cars until I see Harry close to the exit of the place sitting on his motorcycle and smirking at me.

I stop at a short distance from him, questioning if I want to get on that thing drunk. He runs his fingers back through his hair, his voice echoing through the parking lot, "Scared of a little adventure, Whitlock?"

This is okay, he wasn't going to harm me.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself mentally and go over to where he was, I have been on this vehicle with him before and I didn't die so this was going to be just fine.

Just as I get closer, he revs the engine, the echo of it making my body jolt which makes him snicker as he shook his head, "You're so easy."

"Don't do that!" I take a step back, putting a hand over my chest.

"Fine, whatever. C'mon." I slowly stride towards him, legs feeling like jelly as I place my hands on his strong shoulders to throw my one leg over the seat like I have before and stabilize myself. "Why can't we take your car?"

"My car is in New York baby." He states as I place my short legs on the metal pegs made for the person sitting behind. I place my hands on his hips, getting under the fabric of his shirt to hold onto the belt holes of his skinny jeans, "Be careful, please." My heart was beating rapidly, my body mildly shaking with the vibration of the vehicle and I place my chin on his shoulder as he revs the engine again, speeding out of the parking lot before making a turn so we were flying down the main road.

Oh god, I was so drunk to be on this bike but at the same time, the alcohol was the only thing that was helping me not freak out at how insanely fast he was going. "Where are we going?" I yell over the wind that was blowing into our faces, "You'll see..." He vaguely answers, looking at me with his head turned as we approached a curved ramp.

"Eyes on the road, Harry!" I speak with slight panic due to his lack of safety and he laughs before turning his vision straight ahead.

When we got off the ramp, we met an empty highway since it was around midnight which only makes Harry speed up, making me hide my face into the fabric covering his shoulder. I take in the scent of his cologne that he always wears, the smell calming me down if that was even possible.