Deception - H.S

Chapter 66

As promised to a certain someone... here is the next chapter <3. Ch 65 was updated yesterday, if you missed it then go baccckk.

Trigger warnings: ED, body image issues

Harry Styles

She knew how I felt about her now, the fact that I hadn't slept with anyone else since her, meant something, it was a big statement, one that didn't even make sense to me but it was what it was. I wanted her all to myself but I also didn't want to be with anyone else the way I had been with her.

No one could match the feeling I got when I was with her, the sex too was at another level and trust me, I tried getting over it after the first time. I was addicted to her, the way she felt, the way she made me feel, not to mention how everything around me seems to disappear when we kissed. It's like my entire body is on fire and there is so much adrenaline coursing through my veins but not in a bad way, never in a bad way when it is her. When I'm angry, which is a fucking given at any time, Hope is able to calm me down just by her touch. When I'm around her, I can't keep myself from having some sort of physical contact with her because it's as if she keeps me tethered.

I wanted to know what was going on in her mind but I was also fucking furious that she fucked Jace out of all people, I couldn't be around her right now. It might seem stupid that I am pissed at this when I was the one who kind of initiated the idea but I didn't know how much it bothered me until today, so in my defense, I had just a little bit right to be mad, at least for the Jace part.

There is a soft knock on my door and I know it is Hope, only she would try to approach me after something like that. I decided to ignore it, I needed to cool off before I could talk to her again, for her sake.

When she knocked a fourth time after a ten-minute interval, I understood that she wasn't going to leave until she saw me.

I opened the door, a very obvious irritation in my voice as I grunted, "What?"

She didn't say anything, she didn't have to.

Her eyes were laced red but there weren't any tears yet, her nose and cheeks were red, breathing faster than normal and a slight tremble to her body. She was on the verge of crying.

The other thing that caught my attention was the black box she was now holding up, the same style of box with the same blue ribbon. I instantly pulled her inside after glancing around the hallway, locking and bolting the door.

"I-It was just there on the table when I entered. I grabbed it a-and came straight to you." She stuttered, clearly scared and I took fucking ages to open the door. Fuck.

"Can you open it?" She held the small box out for me with shaky hands, avoiding eye contact.

I killed the guy, I killed him myself then why the fuck did Hope find a box in her room. It had to be placed today because she had been living in that room. Fuck, she was staying in that room that the killer had broken into.

I took the box, carefully opening it and pulling out the note. Same paper. Same font.

Made mistakes, made them a lot.

Your past is going to make you rot.

Our best friends are often our foes,

Say goodbye to each of them because you will be disposed.

P.S: You really thought you could get rid of me that easily?

I read the note once out loud and then re-reading it to myself to make some sense of it until I heard a painful sob. I drop the box, pulling her towards me and cupping her tear-stained cheeks, "Hey, hey, look at me. It's going to be fine." I tell her in the most reassuring way I could.