Deception (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

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"Are you ok? You seem.... Off?" Harry asked, looking up from his cereal. I smiled, giving him a nod. He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm fine," I huffed, my gaze shifting back down to my own cereal.

"Annie...."

"I'm FINE, Harry," I sighed, rubbing my eyes. He was silent a moment, watching me.

"Is this about that nightmare you had last night?" He sighed, his spoon clanking the side of the bowl. I bit my lip in frustration, staring at the floating pieces of frosted flakes in my own bowl.

He had hit the nail on the head.... This was EXACTLY what this was about.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He murmured, his hand finding mine. I looked away.

I did want to talk about it. But I couldn't! What would I even say?

'Oh ya, Harry I had a dream last night where you were eating me out, but uh oh, Jack showed up and killed us both! By the way, do you wanna go upstairs and fuck me? Because I sure as hell want you to!'

"No..... No that's ok," I sighed, continuing to eat my cereal.

"Alright... If you wanna talk later we can. I understand you're still in shock a bit from the whole Jack thi-"

"OKAY, okay, please I just... I don't want to talk about it! Just drop it," I huffed, hiding my face in my hands.

I could feel his eyes on me, silence filling the space around us.

"Okay," he mumbled a moment later. I sighed, standing up and carrying my dishes to the sink.

I leaned over the large basin, staring at the wall. The sound of wood scraping across the tile floor could be heard a moment later, the light padding of feet sounding through the kitchen.

His hand reach out, lightly grabbing my arm and turning me around. My eyes dropped to the floor, my stomach churning.

"Annie..."

"Please. I...I don't want to talk about anything with you," I interrupted, biting my lip. He sighed, his other hand lifting my chin up.

"You and I both know something is bothering you. And you and I also both know that it isn't good to keep it in. What's bothering you? What happened in your dream?" He pressed, his eyes searching mine.

The longer he stare into me, the crazier I became. Images of his eyes peering up at me from between my legs flooded my mind, as did the images of those eyes turning into Jack's icy blue ones. And the more I stared back into those eyes, the faster the images of his crumpled body flashed through my memory.

"Annie," he whispered, shaking me a bit.

I couldn't take it any longer.

(STOP! Play "Let Me Go" by Avril Lavigne and then continue reading(; trust meee)

I began sobbing, rushing into his chest.

"He had you, he had you and he killed you! He murdered you! He murdered you," I sobbed, my voice hoarse. Harry stood frozen, his mouth dropping.