Deception - H.S

Chapter 81

Trigger warning: abuse

Hope Whitlock

I stir out of my sleep, a buzzing in my head. I stretch my arm out for Harry, wanting him close but all I'm met with is a cold bed.

I scan the room for him, seeing that I was all alone, even the bathroom was open and the lights turned off. Checking the time, it was 4am. There was a bottle of painkillers, water and a trash can close to the bed - Harry definitely didn't leave in a hurry, this was planned.

I couldn't help but frown to myself. I know things are a bit different between us now but every time he has left me in bed, I have either found him high on something or hurt. I can only hope it's neither this time.

After trying to call Harry and it goes straight to voicemail, I leave a text asking where he is. I didn't want to be too nosy and annoying, wanting to keep a track of where he was but this had never happened before, at least not since we got close so I was worried.

I receive a text response immediately,

Haz: Will be there in ten. Are you okay?

Me: I'm okay :)

I sit straighter in bed, grabbing the bottle of painkillers and taking two to help with my arm as well as the headache. If I wasn't thrown off by a missing Harry then I'd be whining about my hangover.

In about ten minutes, Harry was walking into our bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt with his black skinny jeans, a black zip-up hoodie covering his shoulders and a black beanie with the curls along the side of his head peeking out.

He had a beige-colored file in his hand that he first puts in his side of the closet before sitting beside my legs by the edge of the bed. "Hi baby." Harry pecks my lips, greeting me with a soft smile, "Why are you up?" My heart flutters with that quick peck, wanting to hold onto the feeling it gave me but it soon fades away once he asks the question.

"Uhm..." my fingers pick on the cuticles of my nails, unsure of how to respond. I didn't want him to think that I can't have a full night's sleep without him by my side because I didn't want him to think I was clingy and make him run away. "I just... I was- you weren't in bed... I thought something was wrong." I shrug my shoulders, my eyes focused on my fingers.

"I had something to do. I'm here now though, we can go back to sleep." He vaguely responds, taking his beanie and jacket off to toss them on the couch. I don't think I've ever seen him in a beanie.

"Is it okay if I ask where you were?" I mumble, biting on the inside of my cheek. I don't really know why I asked what I asked, I didn't doubt him but it was 4 am.

"I had stuff to do and got carried away with it. I didn't check the time." Harry says, a crease between his brows while he was near the foot of the bed, taking his jeans off. That furrow was only telling me he doesn't want me to know where he was.

"Okay..." Twirling my hair up in a bun, I sink in bed turning on my left and watching Harry get into bed. He shifts closer to me, putting an arm over my body to pull me close. I know he told me he had stuff to do and I should respect his privacy but this felt like secrets, the unsettling feeling in my chest wasn't doing any good for me either.

"I was busy with a Vis case..." Harry speaks out of nowhere like he just read my mind, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he presses a kiss to my forehead.

I give him a small nod before snuggling into his chest, finding myself relax and already start drifting into sleep with how tired I was, his warmth and familiar scent doing wonders.