Caught in a Lie ~ h.s.

♕ IX ♕

"I am so very sorry on behalf of Niall, again. I know he didn't mean to hurt you, and that's not an excuse, but I am sorry." I bite on my nails, a nervous habit I accustomed as a child. My mother says it'll ruin my nail beds and my sister keeps trying to paint over them with this nasty tasting polish, but the biting never seizes unless I'm calm and distracted.

"No, don't worry. I must've sounded like a proper dįck bringing that up just now. I didn't do it to make you feel guilty. I'm sorry." His apology is sincere.

"Let's just agree that no one should be sorry for this morning. Things were just a tad chaotic." You can say that again. "What book did you read?" From the short amount of time I was consciously in Harry's flat I do remember seeing a bookshelf full of books, all shapes and sizes. I didn't get a great look at the titles, but I saw enough for the whole thing to intrigue me.

"Don't laugh."

"Why would I laugh?" Upon mentioning the word laugh I'm letting a laugh escape through my lips. He sounded so vulnerable just by saying those two words that I'm now utterly curious as to what book he had his hands, and eyes, on. "It wasn't Fifty Shades of Grey, was it?"

Could it be Fifty Shades of Grey and he's embarrassed that he reads errotic fiction, because he shouldn't be embarrassed. My mother caught me reading Fifty Shades and scolding me for reading such pornographic texts. Apparently, she got over it rather quickly when I found her reading my copy months later.

"No, no; Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan."

I'd heard of the text before, and obviously the film that followed because of how big the hype was. I wanted to see the film badly, but of course I would never be permitted to sit in some cinema, thus my reason for waiting for it to come out. My curiosity at his mention of the book is peaked, because the plot is about an average woman finding out she's dating a mega wealthy man. I can't help but hear the irony laughing in my face.

"I've heard it's an excellent book."

"So far it is, I'm only about half-way through. Perhaps I'll let you borrow it once I'm finished."

"I'd like that."

"How about you? What did you get up to today; after your sister scolded you of course." I can't very well tell him my father, a king, yelled at Niall and I, practically firing one of my only friends, sending me crying to my room, and then me trashing my space out of sheer anger.

My eyes instinctively scan my now clean room, which Gwen and a couple of our maids helped tidy a few hours ago as I sat shedding tears and wallowing in self-pity. I'm glad I don't have to look at the mess anymore, it was horrific.

The bed was remade, aside from the wrinkles where Gwen and I were lying earlier, the clothes were hung back up in my closet, and the puzzle was placed back in it's box, but the slight crack in my heart still remained. I don't know what came over me; I've never been so violent in my life; I blame it on never truly releasing my anger before. I guess it was twenty-six years of pent up anger just being set free to the world.

"I haven't done much actually."

After Gwen and the maids left me in peace, I just sat on my bed debating whether or not to call Harry. I didn't want to call him too soon, nor too late, and I was also hesitant to hear his voice after everything. I wasn't sure if it would bring me calm or just rile me up again; so far it's been calming and pretty beneficial to my mental health.

"Just sat around, twiddled my thumbs." Harry laughs as if I'm joking, though I'm really not. "Haven't even eaten come to think of it." Right on cue my stomach rumbles loudly and I blush hoping Harry didn't hear it.