Deception - H.S

Chapter 67

Trigger warning – themes of suicide

Hope Whitlock

I walked down along the sidewalk, heart racing looking around for a familiar face but upon not finding one, I pulled my phone out to send a text.

"Here." I heard his voice, snapping my eyes up to meet those blue ones. It was odd walking alone at night, I was used to being alone but recently I had been anything but.

He held two disposable coffee cups, holding one out for me which I graciously took, thanking him for the gesture. It was funny how people could know so much about you yet know nothing at all. I realized that the more time I spent with Harry, I knew very little about him, it was almost a constant thought, one that I should try and push away because I liked what we had just the way it was, asking for more could ruin the extremely sensitive balance we had found. By asking for more I didn't mean a relationship, just a little more insight was all I would ask for, but not now, maybe not for a while.

I give him a brief hug and he pecks my cheek, sending a cold shudder through me. This was dangerous to begin with and now I was here all alone with someone who had abused me and quite literally ruin my life by being the first person to ever lay a hand on me, "Hi Andrew..."

"Hey." he smiled. I used to think I liked his smile, it used to be the only thing I wanted to see on him but I was often welcomed with his wrath rather than the smile. Now that I have seen it once more, it didn't make me feel warm or safe, it hurt me.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked. The only reason I am here is because Andrew wouldn't stop texting me ever since I gave him my number at Adam's party. I didn't want to do that either but he insisted on having a conversation and Harry was already looking at him with a deadly glare. The moment Niall told him it was Andrew, he flung up and was storming towards us, I had to make Andrew go away or else he would have been dead by now.

"I just wanted to catch up. Know what you have been up to." He maintained his smile, one that I couldn't get myself to trust ever again.

"Well, I'm the drummer for Deception, currently touring with them on my semester off from university." I give him a very brief description.

"You are working for a group of fuck boys? They hold no reputation and are just going to tarnish your resume." he cackles.

"One of those boys is Niall, I'm sure you remember him." I narrowed my eyes at him, blood starting to boil, "I'm working with people who I have grown to care for and the environment is respectful, the people are nice and I'm getting to share something with the world, be a part of something bigger." I defended my boys to the best of my ability. The world loved them and they may be a bunch of killers but they loved their fans and they loved performing.

Guys like Andrew have their fucking ego getting in the way to have the human decency to do anything nice or worry about anything other than their own reputation.

"Look at you, going around the country like a fucking hippie." He shook his head with a sadistic laugh.

"I have a well-paying job and people who care for me. What do you have? Daddy and mommy's paychecks still paying for your underwear?" I huffed but before saying anything further, I was shoved into a brick wall in an alley and being slapped across the face with a force that sent a ringing pain through my skull.

Tears stung my eyes while I held onto my burning cheek, looking at the person who I once thought I cared for. "Hope... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know I didn't." Andrew reaches a hand out to me, moving my hand from my cheek and leaning forward to kiss the mark of his violence.