Trust Me (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 75

"They wanted to know if I was an alcoholic or if I needed help." I say shamefully.

I didn't want to lie to him, but I needed him to earn his trust back before I could do that. I didn't want people knowing except for my lawyers until I could prove Katherine Galvin murdered my parents.

"That's terrible for them to assume that!" He snaps.

"No no! They asked questions to make sure I'm not." I give his hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to calm him down.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. M'just worried about you."

"Well don't be. I'm okay." I bring his hand up and press my lips to it lightly.

"Okay, let's get out of here."

I sit up in the bed, flinching as my feet touch the cold tile. A rush of chills runs up my spine as I feel his hand on my lower back. He's trying to help me stand, and my shakey legs want to thank him for it.

I reach for my dress, seeing as it's resting on the shelf by the window. He beats me to it, grabbing it and unzipping it so I can slip it on.
I untie the gown I'm wearing and let the sleeves fall from my body.

His eyes never leave mine, but I know he's dying to look down my body. I didn't know if it was because it was late, and I was sleepy, but a wave of boldness ran through me.

Just because I wanted to take things slow, didn't mean I couldn't screw around with Harry.

I needed to get my head off knowing who killed my parents. I had all day tomorrow to take care of it.

So, I bent over in front of him, "accidentally" letting my butt rub against his crotch as I slipped on my heels from the evening.

I turned around again, standing and looking at him in nothing but my white lace thong and nude heels.

"You're making taking things slow, very, very, hard." His voice is deep and raspy. His eyes flutter close as I bite my lip.

I smile in victory, but only for a few seconds.

I was still tired. Falling asleep wasn't exactly going to be hard for me tonight. Between the alcohol I consumed and blacking out, I was very sleepy. My vision was still a little fuzzy, but that usually happened to me when I was tired.

I pulled the dress back over my head, letting it hang loosely from my body. I turned around, motioning for Harry to zip it up. His fingers skimmed every inch of my spine as he lifted the zipper up the track.

There was a knock at the door when I was completely dressed and Harry wrapped his suit jacket around me. He opened the door to see a male nurse walk in with a wheel chair. He looked giddy, and excited. His eyes were wide in happiness.

"Bethany Smith?! You're the VIP that's taken over the hospital?" He fusses around the room, walking towards me with the wheel chair.

"I guess so?" I say unsurely. How was I supposed to know if I was the one who did that.

"Can I get your autograph on this Vogue magazine? I know I'm a guy, but I'm so into fashion and also very gay and oh my gosh could you please!"

I watch as his hands fumble around with the pouch on the back of his chair. Then, he pulls out the magazine, revealing the picture of Leighton and I in our gold dresses. I take it from him, as well as the pen he seemed to find and sign it quickly.

"You guys looked so fierce in those pictures throughout the article about you two. Oh I can't get over it..."

He starts to ramble on as he pushes me out the door in the chair. I tune him out, too sleepy to speak to him about a magazine that seemed to have consumed my life tonight. I didn't want to be rude, but he was so peppy the entire time and it was 2 am. I was tired and grumpy and knowing I was about to start my period didn't help that much either.

"Oh Jesus... That's a lot of paps. Let me find a different way out with less attention yeah?"

That seemed to wake me up. I hadn't even realized it because I'm positive I'd fallen asleep in the chair.

"Please, that'd be very helpful." Harry answers for us, and I feel my eyes start to flutter shut again.

When I opened them again, there was a bit of a sunrise in the distance shining through my window. Harry was beside me, loosely draping his arm over my waist. He was sound asleep, and covered in nothing but his black boxer briefs.

I was in his black shirt from last night and a pair of regular underwear. Thankfully he'd changed me, and thankfully I'd slept through it.

This morning was important. This morning was the beginning to finally getting the justice my parents deserved. Today was the day I had my parents murderer arrested.

I slowly got out from the covers, and made my way towards my closet. I had to be quick and quiet. It was 5:30 in the morning, but I was too fueled on adrenaline to stop and go back to sleep.

I grabbed a pair of light washed boyfriend jeans with rips down the legs, and a pair of nude heals. I was going to wear Harry shirt today. It smelled like him, and I needed the comfort.

It was bad enough the press would be all over my ass for getting back together with him, I needed his strength and moral support for dealing with lawyers all morning.

I ran into a guest bathroom down the hall and washed my face and threw my hair in a messy bun. I had no time for fancy make up and hair. I had no time because I needed to get the crazy bitch that killed my mother and father behind bars.

I ran through the house carrying my heels. Luckily I'd rolled the cuffs of the jeans up so I wouldn't trip, because they were a little too long for my legs.

When I got to the kitchen, I grabbed a pre-made smoothie from the fridge and a protein bar from the pantry. I hated breakfast and I didn't have to make it anyways so this would have to do.

Then I grabbed my purse and slammed the door shut.

As I rode down the elevator, I dug around in my purse for my phone, sighing in relief as I found it at the very bottom.

I pressed the name of my lawyer in my contact list, fidgeting as the phone rang.

"Hello?" He was groggy, and I knew I'd woken him up.

"Charles-"

"Bethany Smith. It is 5:45 in the morning. And it's my day off. I'm hanging up and going back to-"

"I KNOW WHO KILLED MY PARENTS." I say quickly and loudly as I slam the car door shut. I sit in the drivers seat and turn the car on.

There's a brief period of silence, but I can hear him breathing.

"I'll be in your office in 20."

And with that... The line goes dead.

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An: I'm very tired and it's 2am.

Goodnight.

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