His Revenge, Her Freedom

Chapter 12- 'Is there somewhere you should be?'

"Brother, let me be your shelter. I'll never leave you all alone.

I can be the one you call. When you're low."

Louis POV

"Well, that's the last time that I stay up late watching Criminal Minds."

Harry just stared in awe at his wife while I wished that I was in a hole anywhere but here. I hadn't wanted to tell Harry that Reagan was back much less Reagan's sister. They weren't ready to know just yet, and that was evident by the confusion on Trinity's face and the shock on Harry's.

"Shemar Moore may be gorgeous, but if he's going to have me hallucinating, I'll have to stop watching it."

"Baby, baby...," Harry walked over to where Trinity had begun pacing and muttering to herself, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," she clenched her fists together, "It was such a good episode that I just started binge watching the rest on Netflix, and I was up till like 3 in the morning. Looks like I can't do that anymore because looks what it does to me. I didn't know that lack of sleep caused hallucinations yet here we are."

"Wait. Trinity, do you think you're hallucinating?"

Trinity blinked once.

Twice.

Three times.

"Well, duh. I have to be."

"Why is that?" I asked.

Harry took his eyes off her when I walked closer, but I could tell that he was pissed at me. Trinity still hadn't come to terms with Reagan's death like we expected her to. Who knew what this information was going to do to her?

"Why?" she asked, astounded, "Look at what I thought I heard, babe. 'Reagan is alive'. Ha! The blasphemy! So, I must be hallucinating. It's a shame because Shemar Moore was getting more beautiful by the second and now I have to give him up."

Truth be told, for five seconds I actually thought to let her believe herself. What harm could it do? Sure, Criminal Minds would lose a viewer, but I'm sure the many other women around the world watching would make up for it. But, when Harry glared at me and mouthed "Do it," I knew that I didn't have a choice.

Sorry, Trinity. I really didn't want to hurt you.

"Trinity...," I began, "Sis, could I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure," she nodded, temporarily calming down, "Has there been any news on the baby just yet?"

"No. Zayn hasn't told us anything since we last rang you. But, that's not what I want to talk about."

"Then, what do you want to talk about?"

She looked uneasy as she sat down as if she was expecting bad news. Harry stood in the doorway of the waiting room with his arms crossed, and I grabbed her hands.

"I want to talk about what you just heard."

"What I heard?" she paused, "You mean you heard it too?"

"Yeah. And so did Harry."

"Then, it must be something we ate. That's the last time we eat something that Niall mad-."

"Trinity, stop."

She was getting more annoyed by the second, but she did stop talking. Her grip on my hand loosened, and I was almost positive that those hands would be used against me when I told her the truth.