My Kind Of Love

Chapter 43 Stolen Youth

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**Bea’s POV**

“I can’t believe I got an F! I swear Ms. Higgins just needs a good shag and then she will be throwing A’s all around the room like it’s Christmas. Honestly there must be spider webs down there.” Casper grumbles in annoyance as I cringe at the thought of our old grumpy phycology teacher.

“Or you can just study…” I suggest while she unlocks our apartment. Today has been a busy day of going in out due to costume shopping and our courses being at such random times. We both sigh in relief once we enter our calming living room as I slump down on the couch in exhaustion.

Casper quickly runs into the kitchen before mumbling. “Holy shit, I am so hungry!” I ignore her words as I start scrolling through Instagram on my phone. Suddenly I notice Niall’s account with a new picture posted appearing on my screen. The picture finally finishes loading as I almost drop my phone from how hard I started laughing. Harry was standing so emotionless with two long pieces of paper dangling from his mouth as he was trying to be comical. Such a rare emotion for Harry to show and to tell you the truth I found it looking extremely hot on him.

I read Nialls caption in my head. “Today he was being a cutie @harrystyles”

I quickly look at the comments and notice Harry responded. “You little twat, wait for tomorrow… @niallhoran”

I chuckle to myself before seeing that Harry’s comment was posted five minutes ago. Hm, that means he’s must be on his phone right now.

As if right on cue my phone buzzes as the contact name ‘Harry :)’ appears at the top of my screen. My heart immediately flutters from excitement as I quickly open and check what he wrote to me.

“Hey doll, hope you aren’t too sore from this morning ;)” –Harry :), 5:46 pm

I feel my cheeks turn red from his comment before I quickly respond.

“Harry stop!” 5:48 pm

“Was just wondering, anyways where are you?” –Harry :), 5:50 pm

“At the apartment… Why?” 5:51 pm

I grow slightly suspicious from his text until I get another response from him.

“Come over.” –Harry :), 5:53 pm

Well he couldn’t have made it any sweeter. Note the intense sarcasm.

“No I’m with Casper!” 5:53 pm

“So ditch…” –Harry :), 5:54 pm

I release a small groan of frustration, as I knew it would be a bad idea to ditch Casper especially if she is still sad about Zayn even if she didn’t like to really admit it.

“Why do you always insist on asking me questions that you always know the answer to?” 5:56 pm

“Because you always seem to change your mind around me. ;)” –Harry :), 5:57 pm

I release a small scoff before closing my phone and placing it on the coffee table. I just wasn’t in the mood to argue with Harry about something so stupid.

I turn on the TV hoping it would distract my thoughts yet ten minutes later my phone buzzes once again.

“Did you lose your phone or something…” -Harry :), 6:07 pm

“No I just didn’t know how to answer that.” 6:08 pm

“Oh yeah, so would you know how to answer this?” -Harry :), 6:10 pm

I stare at the text messages confused until suddenly I receive an image from him. I quickly open it and a small gasp escapes my lips as I stare at my pink lace thong being held in his large hand.

“Guess what Niall gave me back.” -Harry :), 6:11 pm

I suddenly remember when Harry and I went to the beach and the boys stole my panties and bra. Niall must’ve been with Harry this afternoon since he did post the picture of him and that’s when he probably gave him back my stuff.

Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing.

“Give it back to me!” 6:12 pm

“Come and get it baby.” –Harry :), 6:13 pm

“No. Harry I have to go…” 6:12 pm

I was so embarrassed that we were talking about something so personal on text message that I didn’t even know how to respond.

“Why this conversation was just getting started. ;)” Harry Styles :), 6:12pm

My eyes go wide at his response and before I could even reply I receive another text from him.

“I still remember taking them off you and pumping into your core while you moaned into my neck.” Harry :), 6:13 pm

“Harry!!! I’m with Casper, stop!” 6:13 pm

“Why? Are you getting turned on by my words? :P” Harry :), 6:14 pm

“No but I am getting annoyed.” 6:14 pm

“Just leave Casper for a while… Go in your room.” Harry :), 6:15

My face by this time was almost as red as a tomato while I shouted for Casper. “Casp please save me!”

She quickly runs into the living room before saying. “What’s going?”

Without even responding I just shove my phone into her face as she quickly reads the messages. Suddenly a huge grin appears on her face before she giggles. “That boy is trying to sext you!”

“Sext?” I repeat the word genuinely confused.

“Yeah, like talking dirty and sending hot pictures to each other. It’s basically virtual sex.” Casper explains to me as if it was the most casual thing in the entire world.

I release a sigh before saying. “I am not going to talk inappropriately with Harry and especially not send him pictures of you know what.”

“So then what are you going to tell him?” Casper says while crossing her arms as if she felt like there was no other way than to just sext him.

“I don’t know I’ll make up an excuse.” I shrug as she raises an eyebrow before saying. “That’s only going to make him mad.”

“Alright, you aren’t helping.” I whine while motioning for her to go back into the kitchen.

“Are you in your room?” –Harry :), 6:20 pm

I roll my eyes before responding angrily.

“Harry I’m here to make up with Casper.” 6:21 pm

“I thought you guys already did that, fuck.” –Harry :), 6:22 pm

I could tell by the way he was texting Harry started to grow agitated as well, which was never a good sign.

“Well we’re talking so go do something else Harry.” 6:23 pm

No response… That’s weird, he usually replies in a spam of 1-2 minutes. I start to grow worried, as I may have crossed the line before suddenly I receive another notification from my phone.

“Fucking hell, fine. If you’re gonna look for me I’ll be at the bar with Zayn.” –Harry :), 6:30 pm

My heart sinks at his words as I quickly type back.

“You aren’t supposed to be drinking!!!” 6:31 pm

“Does it look like I give a shit.” –Harry :), 6:35 pm

I feel my face burn up from anger and regret as I quickly close my phone and place it on the table.

He isn’t supposed to be drinking; it’s only making his road to recovery much longer than it needs to be. I dig my fingers through my hair and start to feel bad for Harry as he had nothing else to turn to but a glass of god knows what. I didn’t know what to do for the kid but only to pity him and hope he doesn’t get himself into some kind of mess or better yet try to purposely hurt me by using another girl.

He had trouble facing his emotions so his only escape was the liquor he drank every night.


**Zayn’s POV**

I exit the lounge while rubbing at my temples feeling frustrated from not getting much work done. Issues remained unsolved as to where we would hide the narcotics coming in from Europe. Large sums that were barely countable would have to be stored in top security and delivered obscurely to all our clients.

I must give a lot of credit to Harry, as he was the one that carried most of the weight of this gang on his back. He was a powerful man, it was starting to become no secret who Harry was and people are frightened to say the least.

I walk down a steep hill and notice the luminous buildings shine so powerfully as the day was slowly coming to an end. These lights look so bright in the city; one day this might be his city, all for Harry.

I walk down a few more blocks until I turn an exit through a dark alleyway and bang on the rusty metal door. While slightly cracking open, I notice a pair of cold brown eyes scan over my body before it is swung open.

“Zayn, long time no see.” He lets out a chuckle showing me his fake gold tooth that he was very proud of. Rico was no ordinary man as I felt bad for anyone that got involved with him and his three hundred pound muscle mass. It was quite ironic as he resembled Dwayne Johnson mixed with Vin Diesel yet you were a dead man if you went anywhere near his wife or three children.

I smirk before speaking. “Yeah, lot’s of catching up to do since Harry’s... downfall.” It’s hard for me to finish the sentence before Rico looks up at me while nodding knowing what I was going to say. Word traveled fast about Harry’s drinking issues, which no one spoke about because it had do to Henry Styles, his father. Harry hated the fact that he was following his footsteps, as he didn’t want to be anything like him; a cold hearted murderer who would beat his wife and children.

“Glad to see you’re back, Jonny’s stalked up the bar, we’re going international now.” Rico grimaces before letting me in, avoiding the subject of Harry.

As I walk past the purple velvet covered walls filled with tacky decor my phone rings through my back pocket. I quickly answer it seeing Harry’s named on my called ID

“Harry, everything alright?” I question.

“Where are you?” Harry snaps sounding pretty agitated.

“At Jonny’s.” I reply confused.

“I’ll be there in ten.” Harry quickly speaks before hanging up the phone, as I didn’t even have the time to question him.

I push open another set of metal doors, entering the somewhat empty bar and sit down on the wooden stool. The décor lacked in style as it resembled a very old western grunge bar but our whole gang loved sticking around here, as it was the first place in Chicago that we ended up in. Jonny’s father owns the place yet he rarely makes an appearance, only to collect the money. He gave us connections for great business deals in exchange for a few pounds of heroine.

“Zayn? Man, I haven’t seen you in weeks.” Jonny exclaims before we exchange a small handshake. “How’s Harry been, if I knew about his problem I wouldn’t have given him any.” He awkwardly says while scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s okay now.” I reply bluntly.

We converse for a bit until he gets busy making other people drinks. I stare into my glass of whiskey, slowly swishing the glass around as my mind wonders off. I think about anything I can purposely to avoid the laughter of one beautiful blonde girl replaying in my head.

Casper always told me how much she loved whiskey with lots of ice, as it would get her completely hammered. A pang of guilt hits my chest, as I knew I fucked up so badly. The way her touch felt like so much more scared me, a touch filled with care and compassion. Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t a stranger to woman’s hands being used on my body since Roxanne yet I was taken aback by the yearning sensation my skin felt when it wasn’t touching Caspers.

I rub my temples harshly before pulling out my phone and searching for her number.

Before I could even manage to text her, the door swings open as Harry storms through straight towards me, pushing some waitresses out of the way.

He doesn’t even speak a word to me before he quickly shouts. “Jonny, mate! A shot of tequila now.” Jonny turns around shocked to see Harry for the first time since his accident as he quickly starts getting the drink scared of the consequences if he denied.

What a coward he was.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I say through menacing eyes as I grab Harry’s arm and drag him towards me.

“What does it look like?” He spits back while shaking my grip off his arm. He was angry and I quickly needed to get to the source of this anger before it can get far worse.

I feel my body shudder with annoyance due to his response as I snap. “You know you aren’t allowed to drink. Don’t be a complete moron and put your life at risk again. You have a whole family (gang) to take care of so don’t put the pleasures in life before it.”

“Zayn for fuck sake, please just let me have one drink. One bloody fucking drink!” He hisses harshly not wanting to cause any more stares that were already on us. Jonny stared at me with panicky eyes with the tequila bottle hovering over the glass as if waiting for my approval. I roll my eyes before I give him a small nod and Harry lets out a sigh of relief before sitting down on the stool right beside me.

“Now can you tell me what’s so bloody wrong that you can’t even contain the fume coming from your ears?” I say through gritted teeth as Jonny slides the drink right over to Harry. Within a matter of seconds the drink is chugged down and settled back onto the bar as Harry closes his eyes, enjoying the taste in his mouth as if it was the greatest luxury in the world.

“God, it’s been too fucking long.” He mumbles more to himself than me before opening his eyes while continuing to speak. “It’s not what you think it is, the meeting with Roxanne went rather well.”

I raise my eyebrow shocked at his words because to be quite honest I thought she would go flying out the door in minutes.

“You let her in?” I question while finishing the last few sips of whiskey left in my glass.

Harry stairs briefly at the remaining substance left in my glass before responding to the question. “Not quite. She’s on probation, which means if she fucks up her last chance the both of you will be pay for it. Some more than others.”

“Why me?”

“It was your idea and I’m deciding to trust you on this. We just need to dig up more information on her to see if she’s hiding anything from us. It all seems devious to me.” Harry suggest as I nod in agreement before ordering myself another drink.

Harry looks down harshly at his knuckles before I let out a sigh. “If I order you another drink, will you tell me why you’re so bitter?”

He quickly nods with a smirk as I shout. “Jonny! Another round of tequila yeah?”

Three hours later…

“And-and do you remember that time in Cuba where we stole that strippers bra and hid it Louis bag so Eleanor slapped him!” I slur as Harry holds his stomach while roaring in laughter.

My world was spinning while Harry couldn’t contain the laughter in his body but I loved this feeling and never wanted it to go away like all the whores do in the morning after a whole night of fooling around. I couldn’t contain the amusement of my own joke as I burst out in a fit of laughter while Harry kept demanding to know what was so funny.

“Or, or the way Liam would snore after we spiked his drink!” Harry yells while smacking me hard against the shoulder. I felt tears riming the corner of my eyes as my stomach rose up and down from amusement.

Suddenly our laughter subsides as I rest my head against the wooden counter thinking about what would happen if I tried balancing on the stool. The spinning sensation in my mind gave my body an absolutely thrilling rush as I craved for more.

“Zayn, mate?” Harry slurs while shaking my head rather fast as I quickly get up on the stool while losing my balance a bit.

“Sit the fuck back down, you twat!” He laughs while grabbing my arm and shoving me back down against the chair. Suddenly my foot slips and within a matter of seconds I am on the floor while my brain tries to comprehend what is gravity. Harry once again cracks-up laughing while he attempts to help me back up.

“Alright boys, closing time.” Jonny states while wiping a few shot glasses with a rag.

“Harrold! Let’s get out of here man.” I stumble over towards him before lazily dragging his arm away from the bar.

“Do you need me to call you a cab?” Jonny questions quite concerned as I just laugh before replying. “Cabs! Cabs are for pussies, Jonny boy! We got this.” At this point I couldn’t even tell who was the more sober one, as every vision just seemed like it was turning into a muddy memory.

With the help of Rico and Jonny we somehow manage to stumble our way out of the alley with my trying to support Harry’s weight as he could barely see, never mind walk. I aggressively rub my face in hope to sober up a little but my vision just kept spinning.

“My car is right over there!” Harry slurs while pointing obviously to the wrong one.

“Shit, mate. We cant drive are you crazy.” I chuckle while he tries to stumble towards the unknown car before I wrench him back. He almost falls before regaining his balance and then chuckles while skipping down the street.

I try my best to catch up with him but my long legs gave me trouble. “Where off to?”

“Anywhere! Anywhere far away from this world Zayn.” Harry roars through the streets before kicking over a trashcan, feeling more powerful than ever. I felt a spark ignite in me as I sprinted after Harry, relaxing a little when I felt the cool wind blow against my skin. It’s as if we were small boys once again and had absolutely no care or worry in this world.

Our fast pace quickly diminishes as our lungs give in and I bend over trying to catch my breath before I slowly sit down on the curb of the pavement. Harry stands in front of me looking quite glum. "I wish thin- things wouldn't be so complicated...with her." He rubs his eyes harshly as if it would help him focus more.

I suddenly blurt out. “You... You should apologize to Bea tomorrow…”

He lets out a scoff completely ignoring my words while he continues walking to our unknown destination.

“Don’t lose her. Not again.” I suddenly snap while I tried to focus my vision on the curly headed boy in front of me. While quickly getting up I jog down towards Harry.

“Why?” Is all that manages to leave his drunken lips.

“Because she, she cares. Don’t do what I did to Casper, not again.” I couldn’t register if my words were making sense but I felt a powerful wave of emotion come through my body.

He quickly tries to snap back but it comes out in more of a sad slur. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t be an idiot. I know what you feel; I can see it. Ever since the day she chose Myles over you. Ever since you dropped on those bloody knees of yours to beg for her to come back. Your passion for her continues to grow stronger and stronger.” I shout my thoughts being all over the place.

“It’s not fucking true. I feel nothing, especially for her!” He shouts while shoving me hard in the chest.

I grow quickly angry as I yell back. “Stop fucking trying to hide it you moron! You will lose her.” Suddenly my palm connects with his cheek creating a harsh friction. I take a few steps back not comprehending what my brain just pushed me to do.

Harry rubs his eyes harshly as if trying to get rid of the blurriness before slowly looking up at me in shock. “I think, I think I-”

He quickly cuts himself off before I shove his chest and snap. “Say it Harry, just fucking say it. It will be forgotten by daylight.”

"I can't!" He roars as the echo travels through the streets.

"You coward yes you fucking can!" I scream while grabbing the collar of his shirt furiously.

“I… Maybe… Fuck, I think I might love her."

Notes

HELLO EVERYONE!!

My oh my this chapter was emotional and amusing at some parts. I hope you guys really like it and I WENT TO MY SECOND ONE DIRECTION CONCERT ABOUT THREE WEEKS AGO!!!!!

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