Niall Horan
"Are you sure you're okay?" Cleo's voice made me snap out of my thoughts and I was so fucking affected by this shit that my hands were shaking, that's why she drove me home.
I could go back to get my car some other time, I was in no condition to drive or to think, and watching Cleo handling it much better than me wasn't helping. Maybe she was used to this, but my brain has been the scariest place ever since I discovered the truth.
This dinner idea terrified me and even with Cleo joining me, there was no way I could control myself. My mother was a fucking liar, cruel, and just so despicable... how could she look at our faces and lie so blatantly?
How could she pretend she never knew anything about my dad? How could she lie about trafficking and working with Desmond? I was about to tell her that I knew everything before Cleo stopped me, I had to remind myself I could be putting our lives in danger.
It wasn't only about the truth, but we honestly didn't know what my mother was capable of. Would she try to hurt us if we threatened to expose her? How would she react if she knew that we knew?
I had a feeling she wouldn't care and maybe she'd try to turn things around, blame this on Desmond and play dumb?
"I'm not fucking okay." I snapped, burying my face in my hands so Cleo couldn't see me like this.
I knew we hadn't been close ever since our father died, but she was my big sister and I could never protect her the way she had always protected me. I should've tried harder to learn and practice so I could be strong enough, I wasn't prepared at all for this.
But my mother kept me distracted with business and deals... she always used my brain, keeping me busy so I wouldn't overlook anything. And now I was useless and scared.
I was so fucking scared.
"Niall, stay away from her," Cleo whispered. "She's not stupid, she's gonna know something is off. We are so on edge, it's not safe."
"What the fuck are we supposed to do! Pretend and work with them? Does Harry know about this?" I asked her, momentarily forgetting that my sister was actually sleeping with the so-called enemy.
Well, ex-enemy. This was so confusing.
"I don't think he knows, he's been speaking with his father but he didn't tell me anything about this." She sighed and I looked at her again. "Do you think this is part of a bigger plan?"
"Of course it is." I huffed, running my fingers through my hair, the ringing in my ears was nearly deafening by now. "She knows something she isn't telling us. Harry needs to ask his dad about this."
"I'll talk to him, but we honestly need to lay low. If we start to snoop around and ask questions, they'll know something is wrong." She stared at me with her big blue eyes, the darkness around us was only making me more stressed.
She parked the Tesla in front of my building, my street was always quiet during the night and fewer lampposts were turned on, I just had this eerie feeling that someone had been watching me since yesterday.
I almost got into a fight with a delivery guy when he accidentally knocked on my door when I hadn't even ordered anything, and the moment I saw his tattooed arms I instantly panicked and assumed they sent someone to kill me.
God, I was so embarrassed, the poor dude almost called the cops and I had to pay him to keep him quiet, and also because I had ruined his delivery.
Cleo couldn't know I was practically going insane because of this, I hadn't left my house for anything besides this dinner and my mother's words were successfully contributing to my insanity.
