TWO GHOSTS

Chapter Eighteen / I Could Never Hate You.

The next day, you tried not to show just how sore your body was. You remained on the couch for most of the day, tolerating Tyler's empty threats toward Liam. He would occasionally rub your thigh for comfort, but he didn't know it only made you feel physical pain. You forced a smile, "Thanks, Tyler." You can hear Harry chuckling from a distance, knowing the exact state you were in since he's the one that gave you the sore body. You never expected Harry to be a rough lover in bed. He fucked you like a wild animal. Just when you thought he was done, he got on top of you again. It occasionally happened this morning. Harry bent you over the counter multiple times just before Tyler came over.

You shot a look toward Harry.

Harry grinned, sipping his tea.

Tyler glanced at you both, but didn't think much of it. Instead, he sat next to you on the couch. He smelt good. Like roses. You looked up at Tyler who caught you staring. Tyler's smile widened, "What?" His bright green eyes lit up. His dimples deepened.

You quickly looked away, "Nothing."

Tyler Styles. He's ambitious, care-free, reckless. He doesn't know you slept with Harry. Knowing his temper, you wouldn't know what he'd do. Tyler had resisted the urge to have sex with you, but you couldn't do it for him. You were selfish, you knew that.

Harry said, "I have news."

You and Tyler look at him.

Harry looked excited. His huge grin gave it away, "I'm performing tonight. I want you to be there." You. Tyler noticed the word in the sentence and looked away. Harry wasn't inviting his own brother. You glanced at the twins. Both of their expressions have darkened. It seemed Harry had caught on to what he said. He cleared his throat, "And by you, I mean both of you--of course." You weren't sure if Harry had invited Tyler out of sympathy, or he really did make a mistake.

Tyler shook his head, "I'm not going."

You frowned, "Why not?"

Tyler muttered, "I'm just busy."

Harry said quickly, "I want you to go--"

"Do you?" Tyler snapped at him.

Harry fell silent.

Tyler got up, "I have to be somewhere anyway." He snatched his jumper and put it on. Once he left out the door, the smell of roses left with him. Outside the door, Tyler wiped his eyes. He lowered his head, walking away from the scene. You couldn't see him in pain, you couldn't see how hurt he was.

Harry opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but he didn't. Your anger got the best of you, "You should've worded your sentence carefully. He loves and wants to support you even if you two are fighting." You got up, your body still sore. You pushed through it, heading into your room. Harry quickly caught your wrist, "I misspoke."

"Did you?" You spoke as if you were Tyler.

Harry stared at you. He slowly let go of your wrist, not saying a word. You retracted your hand slowly. He said softly, "I want you both to come." Harry's voice cracked, "Even if Tyler decides not to come, I want you to." 

How could you say no? Plus, this would be the first time you'd see Harry perform on stage.

. . .

"This dress is so tight." You whined, slipping your feet into some heels.

Harry grinned, "It's a formal occasion. I'm performing for a grand opening of a fancy hotel. It's next to Gucci." He chuckled. Harry packed his guitar. He looked wonderful. Harry could pull off anything. He could wear a table cloth and make it the next trend. You looked down to what you were wearing. It was a tight black dress, showing off your curves. You felt weird wearing it, but once you caught Harry admiring you, your insecurities flushed away. You blushed, "Stop staring."