Deception - H.S

Chapter 58

Hope Whitlock

Last night, after I went to my temporary room, all I could do was think about Harry and trust because I think I trusted him on small levels, I wouldn't have realized this if I wasn't overthinking about the current situation between Harry and I.

Going back to only last night's events, I didn't flinch when he raised his voice at me for taking the bowl from him and now when I think about it, it was because I knew his intentions weren't to hurt me. I knew the risk that I was taking standing on the edge of the counter and trying to get the bowl from him, but I was also sure that he would catch me if I fell and he did.

I could be wrong but maybe our spending time together was finally paying off because I went from holding a firm belief that I would never be able to trust him to overthinking and almost being certain that I had some level of trust in him.

I have had a freaking meltdown in front of him and told him about Raven. That was something I hadn't said out loud yet because I was physically incapable of doing it and I also never had to need to tell anyone since obviously Ayla knew.

It was hard on the two of us, I was the one who introduced Ayla to her and then they started dating. We were the happiest we could be.

Although I completely broke down, Harry stayed through it all, I expected him to look the other way and leave me alone to deal with it but he held me tight and was so kind to me. I blamed myself for all of it but he was so confident when he told me that none of it was my fault that I almost believe him.

I want to believe him but this mess in my mind was a complex one.

Harry didn't talk about it after, and I knew he wouldn't tell anyone about it, not anymore. I trusted him to not tell anyone or use it against me somehow.

How the times have changed.

I also did not get good sleep, at least not for a while. After Harry pulled that little stunt in the kitchen, I was really on edge and frustrated so I might have tried to take care of it myself. I must admit, it didn't work and I was sure I was doing it wrong somehow.

I hated that smug look he had on his face before he left, he knew what he did. I wanted to do something that would make him feel that way for a change, I just didn't know what.

I finally got out of bed around 11 to find the house empty, Harry's room door was closed so I didn't try going in and therefore had no clue if he was there or not. It was a bit cold since October had started so I wore an oversized hoodie before I decided that I wanted to make pancakes.

I had my music on, the place smelled like breakfast and I was not worried for the first time in a while.

When I heard footsteps approaching from upstairs it confirmed that Harry was here. He looked fresh, his hair was wet and he was wearing a black bleached band t-shirt with light grey sweats.

"Morning, I made pancakes!" I felt freer around him now that I was sure he wasn't going to snap at me every time I spoke.

"I can see that." He reached out to open a cabinet beside me, stretching to grab a mug but my eyes fall to the fern tattoo on his hips, lingering there for a second too long, "Eyes on the stove Whitlock, don't burn my house down."

I looked away instantly, feeling guilty about it since he was so insecure about exposing his torso. It felt wrong and also the fact that he caught me staring made me feel embarrassed. His smug look told me that it was okay though or else he would be uncomfortable, this relaxed me a bit knowing I didn't cross a line that should never be crossed.

I cleared my throat, snapping out of the bad thoughts I had looking at his ferns, especially after the post-midnight interaction, His tattoo was so hot, all his tattoos were, he wore them so well it was intimidating. "I didn't know what you liked so I took a risk. Do you like pancakes?"