Deception ↠ H.S
003
1:55pm
I scrubbed at the last plate in the sink, soapy water splattering on my dress.
I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. Him and his dumbfounded face when I went off on him this morning.
He can't think I'm crazy for believing that he faked his disappearance because of something more than just boredom.
"You didn't have to do the dishes." Louis came in from the back door, beads of sweat dripping down his bare chest.
It became evident that the weather warmed up since this morning. It took everything in me to not worry about Harry being in a hot shed with no air conditioning.
"It's fine. I have nothing else to do." I shrugged, rinsing the dish off before putting it on the drying rack. "Are you guys getting that gardening done? I know that was Liam's top priority for today."
The farm was Liam's dad's pride and joy and Liam didn't hesitate to take over the garden when he discovered his dad wouldn't be able to tend it anymore.
"Yup." He sparked a cigarette, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. "I tackled the harvesting for the day with the rest of the guys."
"That's good. Any peppers ready? I wanted to make fajitas for lunch." I leaned against the counter, admiring the sound of the air conditioning kicking on.
"Plenty of those." He nodded, smoke pouring from his lips.
I could admit to myself that he was attractive, but it's not like I could ever fall for someone on the farm. One, it would be me misusing the power I hold over them. Two, they're dead. They can never live a normal world outside the fence like I can. I don't believe Liam would be too happy either.
One of the men, Connor, walked in the door, his shirt tied around his head like a headscarf to absorb the sweat on his forehead.
Connor has been on the farm for one year. He's the most recent one to fake his death and earn residency in the house.
"I need to take a rest before we tackle that extra room." Connor breathed out, immediately going to get a water bottle out of the fridge.
"Oh yeah. Do you know why Liam is making us clean that extra room out? It's been used for random storage ever since I switched rooms years ago." Louis flicked his cigarette into the butt-bucket on the counter.
I can only assume the room is going to be Harry's room when he eventually moves in; whenever that may be.
"Nope. No clue." I shrugged, pulling a cutting board down from the cupboard.
"You don't think we're getting someone new, do you?" Louis raised his eyebrows at Connor, taking a swig of his water.
"Hard to tell. He hasn't mentioned it." Connor untied the shirt from around his head and slung it over his shoulder.
Zayn walked in the kitchen, a basket of vegetables wrapped in a thin cloth in his arms. "They're triple washed. Ready to eat."
"Perfect." I smiled, reaching for the first pepper I could spot and beginning to cut it into strips on the cutting board.
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3:26pm
The men enjoyed their lunch, slamming bottles of Mountain Dew that I had bought for them earlier that week.
I crafted 2 fajitas, wrapping them in some aluminum foil and grabbing a bottle of soda, stuffing it all in an empty grocery bag before heading towards the door.
"I have some errands to run, guys. I'll be back a bit later tonight. Just get started on cleaning out that room and that should be it, I think." I spun my keys around my finger.
"Already started!" Louis yelled from the top of the steps. "See you later."
As I climbed in my car, my heart began to sink into my stomach and the nerves began to kick in. The entire time we ate dinner all I could think about was how hungry Harry must be and how Liam hasn't checked on him all day.
I wasn't sure why Harry made me so nervous or why it was so hard for me to trust him. He must have a lot of trust in me to allow Liam to introduce himself to me knowing that I could easily sell him out to any media outlet.
With a deep exhale I checked my surroundings and began to drive towards the shed.
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I knocked on the door, the bag of food slung around my wrist. It wasn't too hot back here with all the trees; lots of shade. That made me sigh in relief.
I waited a moment, going to knock again wondering if he heard me when the door swung open.
Harry stood shirtless in his shorts, his hair a disaster and his eyes fighting to stay open. My eyes trailed up his body, looking at the ink littering his torso. He had a big butterfly on his chest which I found super cheesy.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." I stuttered out, "I cooked you lunch! I mean, not just you. We just had lunch at the house. I brought you lunch."
"Would you like to come in?" He replied with a smirk, running a hand through the knots in his curls.
"Uh, yeah yeah sure." I laughed nervously, feeling like it's the least that I owed him after this morning as I stepped inside.
The windows were cracked open and multiple fans were running to keep air circulated. A radio was turned low playing music that I instantly recognized.
"Fleetwood Mac." I nodded towards the sound, tossing the bag of food onto the mattress as he plopped down into his duvet.
"Yup. You like them?" He grabbed the foil out of the bag, interrupting my answer before I could even open my mouth. "Did you make me a UFO for lunch? Didn't think you hated me that much"
"I don't hate you." I frowned, awkwardly rubbing my arm as he unwrapped the food. "Just don't know if I can trust you."
"Well come sit with me." He patted the empty space on the mattress as he sat cross-legged, noticing the bottle of Mountain Dew and flashing a smile in my direction. "Guess you don't hate me. Haven't had this in forever."
I hesitated before stepping closer, sitting on the edge of the tall mattress. It was comfier than my bed at home which I found ridiculous.
"Anna. I really do appreciate you bringing me lunch. I'm sorry that Liam's making you come out here even though it makes you uncomfortable." He frowned, taking a bite out of the stuffed tortilla.
"I haven't spoken to Liam this afternoon. I figured you were hungry." I adjusted my dress, crossing my legs. "I'm not uncomfortable, just cautious. Why can't you just move into the house?"
"I'm just nervous." He whispered, fidgeting with the watch on his wrist. "Anyone can sell me out."
"Don't you think everyone in the house was nervous when they first moved in?" I leaned closer to meet his eyes, trying to get a glimpse inside his brain and what we was thinking. "Everyone in the house has something to lose, Harry. They can't leave, they can't sell you out. It's not possible."
He sighed deeply before taking another bite, wiping the oil off his lips with the back of his hand. "Just let me think about it."
"I've only been in here for 10 minutes and I'm sticky with sweat. You're going to go stir crazy in here. All you have is a radio and a mattress." I fanned my face off with my hands.
"I already am going stir crazy. The heat make some nauseous but I'm doing fine. Just a few more days and then I'll consider the house" He sighed, taking a sip of his drink.
I stayed silent, watching him take a few more bites of his lunch. A million words rushed through my brain at once and I hesitated before jumping at one impulse thought.
"You could stay with me for a few days? I have a comfy couch. Air conditioning." I immediately regret the words slipping out of my mouth. Fuck myself for being filled with such compassion for others; even random shady rockstars that I just met the day before.
"Really? What?" He glanced up, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing. "No, I wouldn't make you do that. Was that Liam's idea?"
"No, I'd have to ask Liam about it but I don't see why it would be an issue! It would be easier for me to look after you and less risky. I know it's hard to slip back here without the others seeing." I shrugged, feeling annoyed at him constantly suggesting that Liam controls every word I speak.
"I mean... That could work. If it's okay with you?" He scratched the back of his head, awkwardly glancing up to look at me.
"It's my idea. Obviously it's okay with me." I rolled my eyes as I stood up, not being able to tolerate the heat anymore after being so accustomed to the air conditioning. "I'll speak to Liam about it this evening. Is there anything else you need?"
"Nope. I'm good. The food is amazing." He nodded, wiping his lips once again as I walked to the exit. I grabbed the doorknob, tugging the door open. "Anna."
"Yeah?" I glanced over my shoulder, my nerves already shot from the last 5 minutes of conversation.
"Thank you." He fidgeted with one of the rings wrapped around his fingers. "It means a lot."
I smiled, nodding towards him as I stepped out of the shed and closed the door, realizing what I had just done.
I'm going to be roommates with Harry Styles.
I scrubbed at the last plate in the sink, soapy water splattering on my dress.
I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. Him and his dumbfounded face when I went off on him this morning.
He can't think I'm crazy for believing that he faked his disappearance because of something more than just boredom.
"You didn't have to do the dishes." Louis came in from the back door, beads of sweat dripping down his bare chest.
It became evident that the weather warmed up since this morning. It took everything in me to not worry about Harry being in a hot shed with no air conditioning.
"It's fine. I have nothing else to do." I shrugged, rinsing the dish off before putting it on the drying rack. "Are you guys getting that gardening done? I know that was Liam's top priority for today."
The farm was Liam's dad's pride and joy and Liam didn't hesitate to take over the garden when he discovered his dad wouldn't be able to tend it anymore.
"Yup." He sparked a cigarette, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. "I tackled the harvesting for the day with the rest of the guys."
"That's good. Any peppers ready? I wanted to make fajitas for lunch." I leaned against the counter, admiring the sound of the air conditioning kicking on.
"Plenty of those." He nodded, smoke pouring from his lips.
I could admit to myself that he was attractive, but it's not like I could ever fall for someone on the farm. One, it would be me misusing the power I hold over them. Two, they're dead. They can never live a normal world outside the fence like I can. I don't believe Liam would be too happy either.
One of the men, Connor, walked in the door, his shirt tied around his head like a headscarf to absorb the sweat on his forehead.
Connor has been on the farm for one year. He's the most recent one to fake his death and earn residency in the house.
"I need to take a rest before we tackle that extra room." Connor breathed out, immediately going to get a water bottle out of the fridge.
"Oh yeah. Do you know why Liam is making us clean that extra room out? It's been used for random storage ever since I switched rooms years ago." Louis flicked his cigarette into the butt-bucket on the counter.
I can only assume the room is going to be Harry's room when he eventually moves in; whenever that may be.
"Nope. No clue." I shrugged, pulling a cutting board down from the cupboard.
"You don't think we're getting someone new, do you?" Louis raised his eyebrows at Connor, taking a swig of his water.
"Hard to tell. He hasn't mentioned it." Connor untied the shirt from around his head and slung it over his shoulder.
Zayn walked in the kitchen, a basket of vegetables wrapped in a thin cloth in his arms. "They're triple washed. Ready to eat."
"Perfect." I smiled, reaching for the first pepper I could spot and beginning to cut it into strips on the cutting board.
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3:26pm
The men enjoyed their lunch, slamming bottles of Mountain Dew that I had bought for them earlier that week.
I crafted 2 fajitas, wrapping them in some aluminum foil and grabbing a bottle of soda, stuffing it all in an empty grocery bag before heading towards the door.
"I have some errands to run, guys. I'll be back a bit later tonight. Just get started on cleaning out that room and that should be it, I think." I spun my keys around my finger.
"Already started!" Louis yelled from the top of the steps. "See you later."
As I climbed in my car, my heart began to sink into my stomach and the nerves began to kick in. The entire time we ate dinner all I could think about was how hungry Harry must be and how Liam hasn't checked on him all day.
I wasn't sure why Harry made me so nervous or why it was so hard for me to trust him. He must have a lot of trust in me to allow Liam to introduce himself to me knowing that I could easily sell him out to any media outlet.
With a deep exhale I checked my surroundings and began to drive towards the shed.
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I knocked on the door, the bag of food slung around my wrist. It wasn't too hot back here with all the trees; lots of shade. That made me sigh in relief.
I waited a moment, going to knock again wondering if he heard me when the door swung open.
Harry stood shirtless in his shorts, his hair a disaster and his eyes fighting to stay open. My eyes trailed up his body, looking at the ink littering his torso. He had a big butterfly on his chest which I found super cheesy.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." I stuttered out, "I cooked you lunch! I mean, not just you. We just had lunch at the house. I brought you lunch."
"Would you like to come in?" He replied with a smirk, running a hand through the knots in his curls.
"Uh, yeah yeah sure." I laughed nervously, feeling like it's the least that I owed him after this morning as I stepped inside.
The windows were cracked open and multiple fans were running to keep air circulated. A radio was turned low playing music that I instantly recognized.
"Fleetwood Mac." I nodded towards the sound, tossing the bag of food onto the mattress as he plopped down into his duvet.
"Yup. You like them?" He grabbed the foil out of the bag, interrupting my answer before I could even open my mouth. "Did you make me a UFO for lunch? Didn't think you hated me that much"
"I don't hate you." I frowned, awkwardly rubbing my arm as he unwrapped the food. "Just don't know if I can trust you."
"Well come sit with me." He patted the empty space on the mattress as he sat cross-legged, noticing the bottle of Mountain Dew and flashing a smile in my direction. "Guess you don't hate me. Haven't had this in forever."
I hesitated before stepping closer, sitting on the edge of the tall mattress. It was comfier than my bed at home which I found ridiculous.
"Anna. I really do appreciate you bringing me lunch. I'm sorry that Liam's making you come out here even though it makes you uncomfortable." He frowned, taking a bite out of the stuffed tortilla.
"I haven't spoken to Liam this afternoon. I figured you were hungry." I adjusted my dress, crossing my legs. "I'm not uncomfortable, just cautious. Why can't you just move into the house?"
"I'm just nervous." He whispered, fidgeting with the watch on his wrist. "Anyone can sell me out."
"Don't you think everyone in the house was nervous when they first moved in?" I leaned closer to meet his eyes, trying to get a glimpse inside his brain and what we was thinking. "Everyone in the house has something to lose, Harry. They can't leave, they can't sell you out. It's not possible."
He sighed deeply before taking another bite, wiping the oil off his lips with the back of his hand. "Just let me think about it."
"I've only been in here for 10 minutes and I'm sticky with sweat. You're going to go stir crazy in here. All you have is a radio and a mattress." I fanned my face off with my hands.
"I already am going stir crazy. The heat make some nauseous but I'm doing fine. Just a few more days and then I'll consider the house" He sighed, taking a sip of his drink.
I stayed silent, watching him take a few more bites of his lunch. A million words rushed through my brain at once and I hesitated before jumping at one impulse thought.
"You could stay with me for a few days? I have a comfy couch. Air conditioning." I immediately regret the words slipping out of my mouth. Fuck myself for being filled with such compassion for others; even random shady rockstars that I just met the day before.
"Really? What?" He glanced up, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing. "No, I wouldn't make you do that. Was that Liam's idea?"
"No, I'd have to ask Liam about it but I don't see why it would be an issue! It would be easier for me to look after you and less risky. I know it's hard to slip back here without the others seeing." I shrugged, feeling annoyed at him constantly suggesting that Liam controls every word I speak.
"I mean... That could work. If it's okay with you?" He scratched the back of his head, awkwardly glancing up to look at me.
"It's my idea. Obviously it's okay with me." I rolled my eyes as I stood up, not being able to tolerate the heat anymore after being so accustomed to the air conditioning. "I'll speak to Liam about it this evening. Is there anything else you need?"
"Nope. I'm good. The food is amazing." He nodded, wiping his lips once again as I walked to the exit. I grabbed the doorknob, tugging the door open. "Anna."
"Yeah?" I glanced over my shoulder, my nerves already shot from the last 5 minutes of conversation.
"Thank you." He fidgeted with one of the rings wrapped around his fingers. "It means a lot."
I smiled, nodding towards him as I stepped out of the shed and closed the door, realizing what I had just done.
I'm going to be roommates with Harry Styles.
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8/22/18