Deception (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

I'm so sorry it took so long to update! My laptop is broken, and my wifi was out:( but it's back up now, so I'm typing on my phone until I can get a new computer(: hope you all enjoy!

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I could only stare at him as he continued to sob into his arms. It was such a shock.... Harry, actually CRYING.

Should I see if he's ok??

I stepped out from behind the side of the house, quietly walking towards him. His cries got a bit louder, his face still hidden from view.

"Harry?" I mumbled, staring down at him. He jumped at my voice, his face shooting up to look at me. There were tear streaks on each cheek.

"What the hell... When did you get out here?" He asked, his eyes wide. I sat down next to him, pulling me knees to my chest.

"Just a second ago...... Why are you crying?"

He turned away, his cheeks flushing.

"I'm not crying.... I just.... I got some dust in my eye. It's allergy season you know."

I raised my eyebrow, shaking my head. He turned away from me, his broad shoulders still slouching. I hesitated a moment, slowly reaching up and placing my hand on his arm.

"I'm not stupid Harry. I know you were crying. But why?" I asked. He sighed, his head dropping.

"I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone and get back in the house," he commanded, jerking his arm out of my grip. I, being the stubborn person I was, scooted even closer.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me why you were crying," I said, an edge in my voice. He sighed loudly, his head dropping lower. It was quiet for a really long time, the both of us just sitting there.

"Harry...."

His shoulders jumped as he let out a silent cry, burying his face in his hands.

"I was crying because....... Because of my mum," he murmured, his voice shaky.

I was silent, my heart dropping as he continued.

"You asked me about her.... You asked me how she died. And I just..... I can't stop thinking about it, Annie. She was fucking murdered.... She's dead," he cried. My heart broke in two, watching as his shoulders rose and fell at a faster pace.

"I was 13. I'd begged her for months to let me go to the carnival with some friends, and finally she'd agreed to let me go. Well, I went. And I missed the bus home, so I had to wait for one of the late busses. I knew she'd be pissed, I'd missed dinner....but I didn't care. I came home. I came here. Pop wasn't home yet.... He'd had a late night at work. I'd called all over for her, I'd searched the entire house. But she never answered. And I immediately knew something was wrong. I immediately knew something had happened.... The entire place was a mess. I walked upstairs... I walked into the room that I told you to stay out of... And...... And....." He broke into sobs, crying into his knees, "I found her there. On the floor. I tried to save her, I tried everything but... But she was dead."

Tears sprang to my eyes as images of a 13 year old Harry finding his mothers body popped into my mind.

"Harry.... I'm so sorry," I whispered, hugging his back. He shook his head, his sobs still coming.

"I sat there with her until Pop came home.... And..... Then they took her away. I lost it, breaking nearly everything in that room. That's why I got mad when you went in there... Because it brings back too many memories. Because it reminds me that I wasn't there to stop him.... To stop her from getting hurt."

I sat there, shell shocked, unable to say anything.

What was I supposed to say??

"If I hadn't had gone to that damn carnival, if I stayed home I could've helped her. I could've saved her. She might even be here today..... But she isn't. Because of me," he cried.

"Harry you can't blame yourself. You couldn't have stopped anything. You....you could've died too. You're mother wouldn't want that," I sighed.

He turned to me looking me angrily in the eyes.

"Don't you dare tell me what she would've wanted. Don't you even try, Annie."

I reached up, wiping the tears from his face.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But please... Don't blame yourself. You don't deserve to think like that. Think of it like this.... Everything happens for a reason. I'm sure I was taken from Jack for a reason, and I'm sure he's feeling guilty like you are... But he shouldn't blame himself. Neither should you," I soothed. He shook his head, his eyes closing.

"If only you knew the truth," he whispered. I furrowed my eyebrows, my eyes squinting in confusion.

"What truth?"

His eyes opened again, his emerald orbs peering into mine.

"I can't tell you. It will.... It'll ruin this entire thing," he sighed, looking away. I cupped his face, staring up at him.

"Please.... Tell me, please," I begged. His fingers wrapped around my forearms, his forehead pressing to mine.

"Do you want to know...... Why you're here?" He sighed, tears springing to his eyes again. I nodded vigorously, my grip on his face tightening.

He looked up at me, anger in his eyes.

"Annie. The reason you're here... The reason we took you from Jack.... The reason we're trying to get payback is because..... It was him. Jack killed my mum."

I stared at him, my heart beating rapidly.

"What?" I whispered, my head shaking.

"Jack killed her. Jack was the murderer. He FUCKING MURDERED my mum!" He yelled, shaking me.

I sprang up, tears rushing to my eyes.

"That's impossible.... Jacks the same age as you, how could-"

"Jack isn't the same age as me Annie. Jack isn't who you think he is."

I shook my head, stepping back.

"How.... How old...." I muttered. He looked at me, sorrow in his eyes.

"You really want to know?" He asked, tears falling down his face as well. I nodded.

"Jack is nearly 40 years old, Annie."

I almost choked on my own air.

I was only 22...... What the hell.

"No.... You're lying..."

Jack sure as hell didn't look 40... He'd never lie to me... He couldn't MURDER someone.

"Does it fucking look like I'm lying?! Does it look like I'd LIE about my mums death Annie?!" He yelled. I shook my head. This was all too much.

"No.... No!" I sobbed. He gripped my arms, pulling me against him.

"Part of the reason we took you was that, but there's something else," he sighed. I shut my eyes, shaking my head.

"Enough, I've heard enough!" I yelled. He gripped me tighter, thrusting his face in front of mine.

"No. You need to hear this," he spat. I was sobbing now, shaking my head.

"Jack was planning on murdering you too Annie. He's a serial killer.... He was going to murder you after the wedding. That's why we had to stop it," he explained. I screamed, dropping to my knees.

"Shut up!! Shut UP!" I screamed, covering my ears. He shook his head, kneeling in front of me.

"I'm not part of some random gang Annie. Were the good guys here..... You could've been dead if it weren't for me."

I sobbed, clinging to Harry's chest.

Now not only was my life ruined.....

But it was a lie.