Chapter 13 Dirty Little Secrets
"What?"
Niall hears Harry shout and whirls around to head him off, grabbing his arms and forcing him back.
"What's he doing here? Get him the fuck out!"
"I'm not going anywhere asshole!" Derek's still naked and coming for Harry, fist raised. Niall puts a palm into Derek's chest just as Harry surges forward, the force pushing him backwards onto the tile floor.
"Harry!" Niall's crowding his body, walking him toward the door, trying to prevent the fight. "Let's go."
"Oh hell no, if anyone's leavin, it's him. This is my damn house!"
"Okay, okay, fuck, give me a sec. just stay here, alright?" Niall levels his gaze on Harry, finally capturing his attention.
"Fine," he growls, hitting the door with the palm of his hand. "Fuck!"
"Michael!" Niall yells at the man sitting with his head in his hands. "Get dressed," he tells Derek as he extends a hand to help him to his feet. "You need to go."
"Michael tell them," Derek pleads with his lover. "This is his place Niall. I don't have to go anywhere."
"A little help here, Mike?"Niall's exasperated, ready to chuck the lot of them off the hillside.
"Derek," Michael slowly rises from the couch and pulls his robe closed. "Come with me." Michael slides the door to the pool deck open and Derek follows him. Harry and Niall watch them argue for a few moments before Derek buries his face in Michael's chest and the older man embraces him.
"What the fuck is happening?" Harry whispers, reaching for Niall's hand.
"I dunno, but keep your cool. We'll not get to the bottom of this if you two fight."
Michael opens the door and they walk back inside. He extracts cash from his wallet and presses it into Derek's hand. "Go to a hotel. Text me where you are and I'll meet you when I'm finished here," he says quietly.
Derek grabs his clothes and brushes past them, stomping up the stairs.
Harry steps from behind Niall and faces Michael, "You get dressed too. I wanna know what the hell is goin on."
Hanging his head, Michael follows Derek upstairs.
"Do you believe this?" Harry wanders around the large open plan house. "Don't know where t'sit," he grins, "they've probably been fuckin on everythin in here."
"What're ya gonna do?"
"We're not stayin here, I know that much, but I want him to explain what he's been up to." Lowering his voice he says, "I wanna know if he's the leak."
They hear a throat clear in the hallway and the front door slam before Michael walks back into the room.
"Is he gone?" Harry asks, walking into the dining area and inspecting a chair. "Have a seat, let's sort this."
Michael does as Harry asks and takes a seat. Looking over at Niall, he motions for him to sit as well.
"You sure?"
"Yep, c'mon."
Niall sits and waits for him to start.
"Reece know about any of this?"
"No, no one does. I can't risk my wife finding out."
"So you're a liar AND a cheat?" Harry's havin none of it. "He clearly thought this was your place."
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