My Kind Of Love

Chapter 47 Unsent Messages

**Bea's POV**

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The week dragged on, as I would trudge each morning to Campus and comeback late due to midterms coming up. I barely heard from Harry, as he practically became a ghost, only sending me a single text message in the past couple of days.

I understand he was busy with work but I was starting to grow extremely anxious as I found him consuming my thoughts most nights... What am I saying; he consumed my thoughts 24/7 to tell you the truth. Constant battles were held in my brain if I should text him first but then I was pulled back from the idea as I may come off clingy. Knowing Harry, he hated being suffocated or tied down to something so I definitely didn’t want to set something off but I just found it so angering.

I shuffle dolefully into my room as a heavy sigh is emitted from my lips. Carefully I pick up the box that contained my Halloween costume. Quite ironic dressing up as an angel when there was definitely no aspect of innocence placed upon this costume.

The Halloween party was tomorrow and terrified was a true understatement to how I was feeling as my emotions were truly mixed. Do I even go anymore if he hasn’t spoken a single word to me? If I do, will he even talk to me there or will he just cut me out the way Zayn did to Casper.

I release a large growl from my throat as I bury my face in the pillow while somewhat strangling it.

**Louis POV**

“Mate, either you stop that or explain to me what’s going on?” I say a bit annoyed as Harry checks his phone for what seems like the hundredth time in the past hour. Constantly opening up the lock screen while his face would drop when the notification that he was looking for wasn’t in sight. His foot taps anxiously as he pulls at his curls while slumping down more into the fancy red velvet couch.

The lounge was rather empty today as most of our men were out doing work and making sure our narcotics were delivered to the correct locations or taking care of deals that didn’t need to be handled by Harry. It was only Harry and I and the entire time and something has been on his mind. He can’t even focus as he’s constantly checking his phone, tapping his fingers against the desk and rubbing aggressively at his face.

“Harry!” I snap again as he shakes his head and refocuses his attention towards me.

“Sorry what did you say?” He mumbles while checking his phone once again.

I sigh before slowly grabbing his phone and waving it in front of his face. “This… what is going on with you and this phone?”

He shifts uncomfortable in his seat clearly not wanting to discuss this as he replies. “Nothing, I’m just waiting on news about a deal.”

“Oh common mate, that is total bullshit. I know you.” I state before slowly clearing my throat and continuing. “What’s on your mind?”

Harry looks around the lounge as if someone was around to hear before mumbling. “It’s nothing important… You’re going to laugh at me.”

“Try me.” I dare as he rubs his neck uncomfortably.

“Well um… I haven’t spoken to Bea in a few days; it’s bothering me. There I said it.” He mutters as a small snort escapes my lips.

“You fucking prick.” Harry snaps before I quickly respond. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry mate I just didn’t expect that from you.

He groans before muttering. “Yeah well I didn’t fucking expect it either.”

“Jesus just grow a pair and text her mate.” I exclaim giving Harry the most obvious answer to his problem. He looks at me in disbelief before replying. “If Bea wanted to talk to me she would have done the same by now.”

“Listen to yourself, you sound like a little schoolgirl Harry.” I remark while he rolls his eyes and slides his phone into his pocket.

Stubborn man he is.

“It doesn’t even bother me that Bea isn’t texting me. I’ll show her tomorrow at the party what she’s been missing out on.” Harry cockily smirks while crossing his arms over his chest. I knew he was lying; he always did that when something was bothering him. He would act as if it didn’t affect him yet on the inside it would eat Harry up alive.

I mean… she’s all he ever thinks about. Everyone knew that, but her…

Before I can speak some more Zayn burst through the back door with a very concerned look on his face.

“Feds are coming in ten to do a search.” He grumbles while handing Harry a stalk of papers. I roll my eyes before rubbing at my temples. It was like this every month, the police would come in and search the lounge, question Harry, and look at our legal documents; obviously they weren’t very legal in our case but that’s not what they thought. The lounge was only a cover up for what was really happening here with our gang.

Harry looks over the heap of papers before grumbling. “What’s all this shit?”

“If you actually bothered scanning through it you would already know.” Zayn snaps while Harry glares back at him.

Oh great, now they both have a temper.

“Zayn… Don’t test me.” Harry growls before looking back to the papers.

“Look guys I’m sick of them coming in every fucking month to check up on us because we own some sketchy lounge bar. No one buys onto that shit anymore. They’re getting more and more suspicious and tension is rising.”

“And these papers will fix this how…?” Harry says while throwing them back on the marble table.

“Those papers give you legal ownership of your very own club. Not just any club but a strip club…” Zayn exclaims rather excited as Harry raises an eyebrow before replying. “Where the fuck did you get this idea from or these papers.”

“Look I know a guy who creates them all the time. Makes it look very legit. Harry no one goes to lounges nowadays but strip clubs that’s the real deal. It will keep the feds of our asses because now they will know you’re a club owner, not some shady guy who sits in a lounge all day.”

Harry sighs before raking his hand harshly through his curls. “As real as these documents look, this place looks nothing like a strip club, far from it actually.”

“Harry because of this business we’re loaded with money. We could turn this place into anything we desire, anything we could dream of. We’ll tell them we’re gonna go under construction by next month. We will hire high-class strippers, trust me I know a few and you do too. Louis, the boys and I will all help put this place together.” Zayn rants on as he completely has all of Harry’s attention.

He squints his eyes for a bit thinking hard about his decision before putting out his hand and shaking it with Zayn.

“Alright boys we got ourselves a strip club.” Zayn exclaims while patting us both on the shoulders.

Notes

Hey guys sorry I havent updated I'm going through a lot lately.... :(

I find myself constantly being miserable and I just need someone to talk to i guess.

Hope you enjoy the chapter tho

Love you all

Michaela