Deception - H.S

Chapter 94

October 30th.

Harry Styles

Being in bed right beside the love of my life and not being able to touch her is one of the cruelest punishments I could ever face. She was right there beside me yet miles away, all because I fucked up.

After what happened when Hope found out about the keychain, I decided I needed to tell her about her father and my role in everything related to his death. Although I didn't pull the trigger, it was still me following him, making timelines and planning his death. I truly planned on telling her even though I knew it would break her heart but I had learned from my mistakes. It all went to shit because Hope already knew about it and added it to the list of things I hid from her.

I understood her need to stay away. She needed to process things now more than ever and I wanted her to have her time so she could figure things out. She needs to do what is best for her, I couldn't be selfish this time. No matter what Hope decides, I am hers, in every way possible.

I don't know what came over me to not only allow her to touch my scars but to do it myself in addition to getting down on my knees for her. The moment with Rex, when he held Hope at gunpoint and made me kneel, I realized that I'd do anything for her. My mind, body and soul belonged to her, I'd fully submit myself for her, kill for her, do anything and everything I could for her. She is the one person I will hand myself over to repeatedly even if she decides she wanted to kill me.

With how much Hope has cared for me and dealt with me, I should be worshipping the ground she walks on.

The intense emotions I felt last night were something that I needed to sort out but couldn't because there were so many questions. Another thing that was stopping me was the fact that I was now confronting Niall about what he did.

He was hanging upside down in the garage with his hands tied behind his back. "Are you planning on answering me?" I was sick of being here, being around him only pissed me off, reminding me of the hurt and pain of losing Hope.

I left a cup of iced coffee by her bedside for when she wakes up after I sneaked out. I knew she didn't like waking up without me by her side but maybe she doesn't want to see me right now. After all, she did want to sleep separately and only stayed because I begged her to.

"You're being ridiculous, Harry. Let me go." Niall grunted, wiggling. His face was red and he was growing tired.

"Ridiculous? You're the one who made me believe Hope was dead! I want to know why." Fucking ridiculous.

"I don't know what to tell you..."

I wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on with all the blood rushing to his brain. I was leaned against the wall opposite to Niall, arms crossed over my chest and a foot planted against the wall. The temptation to torture him was strong but I resisted. Only for Hope.

He put me through hell, making me grieve someone who wasn't even dead. I was so miserable that I was trying to remember what it feels like to have a heartbeat. At times I would feel numb but then all of a sudden I'd be hit with all this pain, I didn't know what to fucking do.

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me why the fuck you told us Hope didn't make it." I calmly say.

"You're not going to leave me hanging here." He says confidently.

"Watch me." With Hope being pissed at Niall as well, I didn't have a reason to truly be nice to him and with what he had done, he didn't deserve it either. I start making my way towards the garage door, actually ready to leave him there when he stops me.