Caught in a Lie ~ h.s.

♕ VII ♕

In all the years Niall's worked with me, I've never raised my voice at him, nor have I strictly ordered him around. I don't feel comfortable ordering people around, I never have, but especially not Niall. The guilt bubbles up within me the second I yell at him, but I keep my apology at bay as he exits the loo and leaves my sight.

How could I have been so stupid?

What got into my head last night and drove me to do such reckless things? Was it all the pent up frustration of lacking freedom from a young age or was it the rebellion of being an adult on the loose? Whatever it was I can't tell if I'm beginning to regret everything that went down or embrace it.

For the first time in my life I did something that I wanted to do; not something that someone told me to do or asked me to do. I made the decision to do something for myself, to be selfish for once in my life. Why should I feel guilty about it?

"Niall, would you please wait in the hall?"

Both men gaze at me as I enter the room, my posture impeccably straight, as if my true identity was fully coming through. The two men are standing practically on opposites sides of Harry's lounge, scowls on both of their lips. Niall glances at and makes no move to leave the flat, or even the room. With a stern glare in my protector's direction, he huffs and sends a menacingly tough look to Harry before he looks to me again.

"Five minutes."

Harry and I watch in silence as Niall exits the room, our eyes staying locked in the direction he disappeared in. As soon as we hear the door open and close, our attention is back on each other, but still nothing is said to each other. Harry visibly takes a deep breath, his chest raising and falling as a loud sigh is exhaled through his parted pink lips. Even in the midst of all this craziness I still want to kiss him.

"What's going on?" Harry walks towards me, his hands automatically going to my arms as his thumbs caress my skin. As much as I don't want to look him in the eye and lie anymore, I push through, even with him being so sweet and caring. I must finish what I started. "Do you have to go?"

"Yes." I answer, receiving a sad pout from him and it only makes me feel worse. "Look, there's a lot you don't know about me, Harry. I'm not a normal girl; my life is rather complicated, if you can't tell." I try to joke, but it comes off dry. "I feel as if I need to apologize ahead of time for what may happen between us and what I've dragged you into." Harry opens his mouth to speak, but I continue. "I like you, I really do, but we haven't known each other long so there are things that I can't tell you about just yet, maybe not ever; I would like to very much, but I just can't. I'm sorry, but I can't be completely honest with you and you deserve honesty."

"Stop."

"I wish I could be that normal girl for you, but I simply cannot. I'm so sorry if I lead you on last night, because believe me I wasn't trying to. But I don't think we should do this again; I -" Like any cliche film or book you've ever read, my romantic interest decides to shut me up the only way he saw possible, with smashing his heart-shaped lips against mine. I do have to say, it's effective, his way of preventing me from making further excuses. I immediately fall victim to the kiss, disregarding everything I had been saying before and my moral backbone.

"I don't care." Harry pulls away, hands still cupping my face. "I like you, Mary." My heart clenches painfully when he says my "name", the reminder of all my lies excruciating. I may be a good liar, but that doesn't mean telling lies are fun or easy. "I like you because you are different from other women I've met. As for the excuse of your life being complicated, we all have complications in our lives." Not as much as mine. "Maybe I'm stupid for feeling this way about a person I just met, but I don't care. I don't care if you have things that you can't tell me."

"But you should." The overwhelming feeling of crying takes over my body, but I do my best to hide the tears from Harry. I don't want him to see them and I also don't want to be that woman.

"You're not in a relationship, are you?" I shake my head. "You're not dying? You're not a spy with MI6 or the CIA, are you?" Again, I shake my head. "You're not going to use me for money and then murder me, are you?"

"Of course not." Especially because I have more money than you can ever imagine.

"Then I don't bloody care. I want to continue seeing you, Mary, because you're worth it." This time I'm the one to open my mouth and speak, but Harry beats me to it. "Please don't put up an argument, I beg of you."

It's probably all the emotions and events from today and last night overwhelming me to the point where I nod my head. There's the fear of returning home, the sadness of having to lie to Harry, the happiness that I felt last night, and the lust I can't help but feel with his hands are on my body; there's too much emotions for my drained body and mind to handle.

"I have to go." I breathe, standing on my tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"When will I see you again?"

"I don't know." It pains me not knowing the next time I'll see him, if I ever see him again; for all I know my promise to continue seeing, or speaking with him, could be an unintentional lie. I wish I had free reign to just leave the palace on my own when ever I feel like it, but as it's a matter of national security it's not likely that I'll ever get this chance again. "I'll call you when I can." Or if I can. With one last kiss upon Harry's lips I grab the last of my things and leave his place.

Niall and I are silent on our way down the stairs of Harry's place, the only sound the heels of my booties along the concrete steps. I want so desperately to turn and run back, but Niall is quite literally pulling me the other direction, refusing to let go for he knows exactly what I'll try. I refuse to take the lift, wanting to leave slowly. I can feel the tears welling in my ducts with every step we take, but I keep them locked away. I don't need nor want anyone seeing me cry.

As soon as we make it down to the lobby of the building, Niall guides me through the exit, which is when the tears finally start free-falling. They don't fall because of Harry but because of the sight right outside the emergency side-exit of his flat building. My jaw clenches angrily as I look towards Niall, his face full of sorrow as he leads me to the blacked out town car sitting idly by, with two additional well-dressed guards standing on either sides of the opened door.

"They already know; your father called me whilst you were in with Harry. There was nothing I could do."

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