Caught in a Lie ~ h.s.

♕ VII ♕

Fück, fückety, fück.

"This is my friend, Niall, from the station." I breathe out as I stumble around the room to grab all of my discarded and scattered clothing items. My shoes are on opposites of the room and I'm having troubles locating my shirt. Harry gives Niall a sideways glance, still rubbing, or scratching - I can't really tell -, the back of his head as Niall returns the look. "I apologize for his behavior; he's very protective of me." As I'm hopping back into my skinnies, I jump towards the toilet and dart in front of the mirror without another word to the men in the other room.

Thanks to some sort of miracle, the black wig, whilst a bit haphazard, is still somehow covering my natural hair, looking completely natural; I guess the glue for this lace front wig was worth the extra cost. With a bit of fixing, it looks back to normal, or as normal as can be. My eyes automatically fit lower to my bare chest, a deep blush rising on my checks as I see the proof of last night's romp on Harry's couch.

Dark splotches are peppered up and down my chest, ranging in size and severity. Normally I don't enjoy being marked, as I'm a bit conservative in my PDA, but I can't deny that I actually like the way they look on my body. For the first time in a long time I feel like an actually grown-up. Usually I'm grown-up in the sense that I'm mature and have my ducks in a row, but never grown up in the sense of sex.

A loud bang on the door interrupts me from my thinking and before I have time to open the door, it's already being flung open and I'm being shoved to the side. I expect one man but am greeted with the other.

"I suggest you put this on." Niall's voice is harsher than I've ever heard it, the tone sends shivers down my spine as he thrusts my wrinkled tee into my hands. "What were you thinking?" He demands, shutting the door behind him and crossing his arms over his puffed out chest. "You barely know this guy, Mabel. Do you have any idea the consequences of your actions last night if he had found out your true identity?"

"Well, he didn't."

"You don't know that. There could be photographic proof that Princess Mabel Armitage-Winfield had a wild night out with some commoner -"

"Don't you dare call him that, Niall." He sighs heavily, his anger getting the best of him in that moment. "And he wouldn't do that. I may barely know him, but he's not that type of guy. And also, don't call me by my full name; it doesn't have the effect you think it does." Niall seems to be boiling in place with his anger and annoyance towards me. It pains me that I'm the cause of those emotions and that I could very well be the cause of his termination from our security service because of my actions.

"You better hope he's not, or I'm gonna have to come back over here and kick his -"

"I get it."

"Do you?"

"I do. I am as much of an adult as you are, as you know." My chest rises and falls with every annoyed breath I release. As much as I want to be angry with Niall because of his actions, I can't. He's only here because of me and my stupid choices. He was hired to protect me and he's doing just that right now. I shouldn't be yelling, I should actually be thanking him; but I'm too petty to apologize right now. "Did you hit him?"

"I merely shoved him out of the way. I didn't know if you were in harm or not. For all I know he could've kidnapped you." I keep the thought of the what if of Harry kidnapping me last night and Niall not showing until the morning to myself as I sort my appearance out.

"Go apologize to him."

"Mab -"

"Go! I'll be out in a minute." I order, my hands slamming against the counter of the sink.