Accepted. [discontinued]

Chapter Eight.

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"You're an exceptional liar, did you know that?"

I hadn't but now I did.

I shake my head to answer Harry's question.

"Well you are." Harry confirms. "At least I know I can trust you."

Trust. As far as I had used to know, trust is a two way commitment. Not one sided. But what do I know about how words are defined in Harry's world. To him, trust means that he can be sure that I won't tell on him no matter what he does to me.

It's a bitter thought and I do not share it with him. Instead I smile at the review mirror in response so that I won't have to speak.

"You know I wasn't lying when I said that your cooking smelt good."

"Thank you, Harry, I'm very flattered." I tell him and he grunts.

"You're welcome." He says. "So you like Ed, huh?"

"Yes."

"You know, we are friends. Practically brothers from different mothers. We're pretty tight." Harry does not even make an effort to hide his obnoxious pride.

"Oh." I say.

"I could get his autograph for you, you know, if you'd like," Harry suggests.

"No, thank you, Harry. I won't tell on you even if you don't bribe me."

"You're quite a catch, love," Harry laughs with no hint of humor.

"I'm sorry," I apologize instantly as I realize that I have angered him. "I'm sorry."

"Shut up," Harry snaps. "I don't need to hear that."

The rest of the ride weighs with unbearable tension but neither Harry nor I speak. I sulk in the back seat while Harry drives around the London streets. I can't see his face but I can imagine his lips grimacing in a tight line and his eyebrows knotted over his striking green eyes. Even after he had put me through nasty situations, my chest still tightens at the thought of him being mad at me.

By the time the car comes to a halt, I feel as if a huge rock is weighing down my stomach. Harry doesn't speak and gets out of the car. For a moment, I contemplate if I should insist on staying back in the car. I drop the idea thinking of all the drama that might be caused. I exit the car and have to fasten my pace to match up with Harry's long strides. Harry rings the door bell while I blankly focus on my feet.

"Hello, mate!" Harry greets cheerfully but Niall does not return his enthusiasm.

"Hello, Harry," Niall says flatly and disappears inside. Harry grunts and steps inside with me on his heels.

To an extent of my surprise, the empty pizza boxes from yesterday are still stashed at the foot of the arm chair. I guess that it's the definition of 'clean' for Niall or whoever had the responsibility of cleaning. Liam, Louis and the some-what Asian one sits on one of the couches where Niall soon joins them. Harry occupies the arm chair leaving me to stand by myself. I do not dare to take a seat unless Harry permits me.

"What are today's plans?" Liam asks and the others shrug.

"Honestly, it's getting boring to be on break." Louis groans.

"Yeah. I miss performing and...frankly, I miss the attention." The some-what Asian one grins cockily.

"Let's make something for the fans," Liam suggests. "When was the last time we had had any contact with them?"