Philophobia (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen*

She wished he was easily forgettable, but in her case he wasn't.

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I waited nervously for Niall as he took Harry upstairs towards his bed. I insisted on helping him but all Niall said was "Don't worry I got this" he said cockily as he scooted me back towards the kitchen.

I was now sat on a stool in the kitchen as I fumbled with my fingers that were resting on my lap waiting impatiently. I nervously chewed on my lower lip a habit I learned that I did whenever I was nervous. 

I suddenly heard loud footsteps and shuffling coming from upstairs that grew even louder by every step they took. Probably Niall.

I glance to my side to see Niall himself. "Is he alright?" I asked curiously to Niall as he succeeded taking Harry to his bedroom. He was now walking towards the kitchen.

"Yes Milly his fine I even tucked him in snugly, sweetheart" he replied giving me a half smile as I rolled my eyes.

Yes, I just did rolled my eyes, successfully without Harry seeing it.

My hands now fiddling with the hem of my dress. "What was that all about" I asked nervously.

"What?" Niall asked seeming confused at my nervous state.

"A-about you injecting Harry out of the blue like that" I stuttered, now starring up at him warily.

"Don't worry, what's done is done" he patted me on my shoulder.

Was he serious? I need more than what's done is done.

I was about to speak but I instantly shut my mouth as he stared down at me with his eyebrows raised expectedly.

"I need answers" I whispered under my breath. 

Niall scrunched his nose as he grabbed an apple from the table and walked towards the stool and sat on the stool right in front of me.

"What is it?" He asked curiously as he took a big bit of his apple, staring at me as he munched his fruit.

"What exactly is Harry's business? " I asked as I furrowed my eyebrows giving him all my attention.

"His one of the richest man I know. His an owner of a stripper club and his just doing his job." Niall spoke nonchalantly. 

"You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart" Niall cooed as he stared at his apple as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Liar.

I indeed had so many things to worry about. I knew he wasn't lying about Harry's job but I also knew that there was so many missing informations that they weren't telling me. I can feel the tension whenever I was around the gang and it really irritated me how they were hiding something from me.

I nodded, "Right, now what is his real business." I smugly said. "I know about his father being a gang leader and that he has a really well known organization but now I wanna know what's Harry's deal" I said as I stared up at Niall as he froze, his eyes widening at my revelation.

I wasn't stupid, that was clear.

I knew there was more to Harry than I ever know. He was hiding something from me.Something that was really an important piece in this game of his.

Niall stared at me hesitantly as he shook his head side to side "Only Harry can answer that on his own." He sighed.

Harry would never tell me anything. I knew he wouldn't he was like a closed book. A ruthless person who would never spill any secrets. He always kept his mouth shut.