Deception - H.S

Chapter 86

Hope Whitlock

Crying.

A baby crying...

That is what I hear when I wake up completely confused. Squeezing Harry's hand that was resting on my hip, I tried to wake him up if he wasn't already, "Haz?"

"Who the fuck put the TV on that loud... I'm gonna kill him." His tired voice rasps right against my ear, making me melt with how attractive his voice is just when he wakes up.

"I don't think that's the TV. There's an actual child crying downstairs." I tell him, shifting in my spot so my back was flat against the mattress. Harry whines, nuzzling into my neck and wraps an arm around me, "It will go away." He simply says.

"I should go downstairs." I start pushing the blanket off me but get stopped by Harry pulling them back up, "No, you can't leave, I don't allow it."

I chuckle lightly, pushing his curls back away from his face to plant a kiss against his forehead, "I'm going downstairs before any of the guys try giving a child alcohol to try and get them to stop. I can hear someone."

"You're abandoning me, that's mean." He tries pulling me closer but I fight the urge to stay in bed.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll make it up to you any way you want." I say while I put on a pair of sweatpants.

Upon going downstairs, I see a little girl, about two years old standing a few feet away from the elevator and Niall standing on the couch, looking horrified as he held a bottle of alcohol out like it was a fucking peace offering.

"She won't stop crying! My head is pounding Hope, but she won't listen! What did I ever do to her?" Niall looked like he was on the verge of crying, making me giggle until I realized that he had a lot to drink yesterday.

I walk up to the child, her face beet red and stained with big tears and her hair a mess of blonde curls and scoop her up into my arms, supporting her head with my hand. My body swayed a little, cooing to her to get her to calm down.

She nuzzles her face into my neck, arms tightly wrapped around my neck. The little bouncing and swaying got her to stop crying, uncontrollable hiccups taking over from how intensely she was crying.

"Oh, thank god, I was going to have a fucking aneurysm if the crying didn't stop."

"You're welcome, now go make me coffee and drink some as well instead of whatever that is in your hand." I scold Niall.

Since I was facing the direction opposite to the elevator, I could see Harry walking down the stairs in his plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, that sat low on his hips. He looked adorable rubbing one eye with the back of his hand.

The baby in my arms pulls back, lifting her head and taking a good look at me which brings my attention back to her. "What's your name, sweetie?"

"Tia..." she responds, using her tiny fist to rub her eye just like Harry was not a moment ago.

"I'm Hope." I say with a smile as she presses her hands against my cheeks. "This is Harry." I point to him now that he was standing right beside me.

"Hoe." Tia uses her pointer finger and presses it against my chest, making Harry snicker. "Hazza." She repeats the same action but to Harry when his laugh grabs her attention.

"Harry." He corrects and Tia attempts to say it again, "Hazza." She says proudly, a mischievous smile on her face like she knows what she was doing.

Harry huffs, Tia smoothing her hands down my cheeks saying, "Pwetty".

"That is right Tia, this one is my pwetty hoe." He chuckles, walking away towards the kitchen. I swat Harry's chest in response for using that word in front of a child.