Laced

Laced - Chapter 9 (Catch and Confess)

Disclaimer: This was written over 10 years ago, and the author no longer agrees with many of the concepts found in this story. Some of the content will be cringey and/or problematic. Please remember this is entirely fictional and does not represent the author's beliefs.

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The door slammed open. "Why aren't you up yet? It's 6:10!"

"What?" I said, startled. Sitting up, I looked up at Niall.

His eyes narrowed, and then I realized who I was sleeping with.

I put my hands up in defense. "I can explain." I shook Harry's bare shoulder, waking him.

Harry sat up, groaning. "Niall, look..."

Niall walked over to the side of the bed. "You better make sure Zayn doesn't have a clue. I'm almost sure he won't appreciate this- this fraternizing or fucking or whatever you two were doing."

My jaw dropped. "We didn't do anything!"

Niall gave me a skeptical look. "Of course not." He said sarcastically. "That's why Harry's in boxers, right?"

"I sleep in boxers, Niall." Harry retorted.

I glared at Niall. "It's your fault anyways!"

"How is this my fault? I forced you guys to fuck?"

Glaring, I crossed my arms. "You locked the fucking door on us! The least you could've done is checked to see if it was just me you locked in here!" I yelled.

Niall suddenly quieted. "Oh. Sorry."

"You should be." I muttered. "And why would Zayn even care if I was with Harry? You're with Amber!"

Harry shook his head. "Abby..."

"Because you're different." Niall replied, his voice lowering. "Zayn's being overprotective of you."

I barked a sarcastic laugh. "And that's why he never comes to see me? Why I'm locked in here like a fucking caged animal?"

He shook his head, resigned. "Get dressed." And with that, he turned around and left us in complete silence.

I hadn't realized that a few tears had managed to escape from my eyes until Harry put his arms around me. "Hey, Abby, it's okay. Shhhh." He said gently. "Don't cry."

And that was my cue to start sobbing.

The time kept ticking away, but Harry held me on the bed in his arms, running his fingers through my hair soothingly. "It's okay, it's okay."

As more sobs racked through my body, I hadn't realized so much time had passed until my door burst open again.

Zayn's expression went from furious, then softened, and then hardened again.

"Abigail. Harold."

I refused to look up at him. I hadn't done anything wrong to him, yet he hated and avoided me. I didn't want to see him.

Harry looked up, meeting Zayn's furious glare.

"Harold- breakfast is being served. Go before you miss it." He demanded.

Harry hesitated, but he knew Zayn's command had to be obeyed.

He got up silently, leaving me on the bed, cold, hurt, and angry. He slipped on his jeans and his t-shirt, making his way out of my room in complete silence.

When the door closed behind him, Zayn walked over to my bedside. I refused to acknowledge him, curling up into a little ball as I tried to quiet my sobs.