revenge // h.s

twenty one

"To successfully create illusion, the first thing you need is trust, but to perfect an illusion, the false reality most appear as authentic as the one it hides. Careful attention must be paid to every detail. The slightest of imperfections can, like a pin to a balloon, burst the illusion . . . and the truth behind the illusion becomes revealed."

"She still hates me, doesn't she?" It was barely above a whisper but Harry still heard, he always listens. Even when I don't have to say it, he knows what's going through my mind sometimes.

I started picking at the skin near my nails, hoping he would notice the signs of nerves I was displaying. Right on cue, he intertwined his free hand with min and gently rubbing his thumb as he always does to calm me down. Regardless of it all being an act, whenever he does that I feel at peace. I know if I was ever panicking, all I need is for him to do exactly that and I'll be calm.

His hands were much larger yet it felt like the perfect size when they were intertwined. I started playing with the rings I gifted him, one with the letter H and another with S. Harry was constantly showering me with gifts and when I landed my eyes on those rings I knew they would look perfect against his fingers. It complimented it so well and I knew he would love it. It suited him.

And also because of the fact I needed him to think I really like him, giving someone gifts was a sign of love right? If it made him happy and it meant he was keeping me closer then I'll spend all the money in the world, as long as my revenge is complete.

"She doesn't hate you, her problem is she doesn't trust anyone. She will warm up to you the way everyone else has, don't worry about it babe. Everything will be alright." He kept his focus on the road ahead but would try and offer a small smile whenever he could or when we stopped at a red light he kissed my forehead - and if he couldn't do that he would bring our intertwined hands to his soft lips.

Why did he have to be so fucking great.

"I don't know what it is about today but I don't have a good feeling about this Harry." I spilt those words and looked down to the ground as he parked at the front entrance of his house.

A small sigh left his lips and I looked up to meet his eyes, they were telling me how worried he was about me.

"I don't want to force you to go if you don't want to Mels, we can go home, lay in bed and watch whatever your heart desires."

A smile broke out and he looked at me slightly confused now. "You called it home." When I pointed it out his eyes widen silently and began stuttering, unable to cohere a sentence.

"I like that you call it home, our home." Harry exhaled a deep breath he didn't realise he was holding in, placing small kisses on our intertwined hands and mumbling "our home."

"Before we go inside please promise me there won't be no arguments, the last thing I want is her hating me even more." Our hands detached from each other and I held my pinky in the air waiting for him to interlock it together.

He simply shook his head at my pinky finger and interlocked it with a "promise" straight after. Soon enough we was heading inside the manor whilst I tried to hold in the smirk.

if I'm correct, I know Anne will do something to attack me no matter how little it is. I've made it clear to Harry how "nervous" I am to go to this dinner when it was the complete opposite, I was looking forward to it. I cannot wait for the family drama to unfold and Anne will only make herself look bad.

Harry will always protect me against his mother's word and if Anne does exactly what I want she will make takedown 2 completely easy.

"Amelia!" Gemma shrieked when the doors opened and shoved her brother out the way to hold me into her arms. The force onto the hug had me stumbling back slightly before I could wrap my arms around her.