Lies & Deceit (H.S)

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I wake up to the sound of Harry's voice. I groggily wipe my tired eyes and realize that Harry is in the living area talking aggressively into his phone, or what I assume is his phone. It must be something serious if I can hear him from outside a closed door. My curiosity gets the best of me once again as I silently slip out of the comfortable bed and pad over to the door. I scowl at the cold air brushing against my skin and momentarily forget why I wanted to escape the warmth of the bed in the first place. I quickly glance at my attire and remember the fact that I never changed before Harry tucked me into bed.

"God dammit you don't get it Stephen!" Harry yells and I feel my blood run cold. Stephen- Is Stephen here? As in my brother, Stephen?

I feel my breath hitch in my throat as I shakily reach for the door handle. A million thoughts run through my mind as the door clicks open. As the light pours into the dark room and my eyes catch sight of Harry I feel somewhat relieved. Harry is in fact on the phone and not conversing with someone face to face. I notice how his face scrunches up in an emotion that I can't place as he spots me, fear maybe?

"A-Ash?" He shakily mumbles and pulls the phone from his ear, the person, Stephen, clearly still talking vigorously.

I blink a few times to ensure myself that I am not dreaming. My brown furrow in confusion and I feel my mouth slightly run dry as I attempt to say something to Harry. I must look like a deer caught in headlights.

"W-Who's that?" I mumble weakly and point to the phone. Why must I sound so pathetic?

"Just a friend Ash." Harry says with so much sincerity that I almost believe him. Almost.

"Enough with the lies." I plead and take a deep breath. I knew right from the start that something was off with Harry. Why did I not trust my gut feeling?

"L-Look it's not what you think." Harry takes step closer to me and I take one away from him.

"And what is it that I'm thinking Harry." I hiss and throw my hands up in the air. I feel my eyes burn as tears threaten to fall. My heart is not ready for whatever I'm about to hear.

He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

"How do you know my brother and why the hell are you speaking to him?" I question, the words tasting fowl as they leave my lips. I must be misinterpreting this whole situation. I have to be dreaming.

"I-I .. Dammit!" He throws his phone against the wall and runs a hand through his messy hair. I don't even flinch as the phone splits into pieces.

"Shit, well.. I've known him for a-about a year. We met at a bar sometime last year while I was in Los Angeles." He takes a deep breath and looks at me with pleading eyes. I feel myself grow faint as the reality starts to sink in. Last year our "family" went to Los Angeles. When I say family, I mean my mother, brother and me, which isn't technically a family.

"Why were you talking to him?" I feel my temper rise slightly and fear slightly creeping its way into my soul. Once again I cut Harry off to speak my mind.

"Y-You told him where I was? You've been communicating with him from the start fully aware that he would kill me if he had the chance?" I yell and feel my throat start to burn as I hold in my tears. Oh God, how could I have missed this. Obviously Stephen wouldn't have found me himself, he doesn’t know London at all.