My Kind Of Love

Chapter 8 Flirting Calls

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**Casper’s POV**

“ANSWER YOUR GOD DAMN TEXTS BEA, FUCKKK!” I yell in our empty apartment to myself. Bea was gone since last night and hasn’t returned home. What the hell is wrong with her, she’s always home before 12am. Maybe she’s at Harry's, urh no she would usually always tell me before she leaves. I look around at me and Be’s apartment, it's a cute little cozy one but it was scary now that I was alone.

Fuck fuck fuck! Think Casper, use you non existing brain. URH. FUCK HER CELL I'M SO DUMB. I quickly run to my room and rip my phone out of its charger; I look through my favourites till I find Bea’s number. C’mon pick up! The phone rings and rings. Shit. Just as I’m about to hang up my body goes rigid. A cold rush goes through me as I hear “Hello?” That was not fucking Bea’s voice but a male raspy voice. HOLY FUCK IT’S HER MURDERER!

“I SWEAR IF YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON HER I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” I yell as tears start to fill my eyes.

I hear a chuckle on the end of the line, bastard. “Woah, woah, calm down! I didn’t do anything with Bea. I brought her home because I found her piss drunk on the street almost being raped. I took her to my friend’s and she left her purse in my car.”

So many questions start rushing through my mind and I start to feel light headed. Oh my fucking lord, someone tried to rape her. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU KNOW BEA!” My throat starts to tense as I yell. Bea was my little sister that I never had; I treated her as my own. I took care of her in a way since she was younger; we lived together and did everything together.

**Zayn’s POV**

My ears pierce as the obnoxious squeaky voice yells at me through Bea’s phone. God dammit women… She was young, I could tell.
“Babe relax. My name is Zayn I’m one of Harry’s friends. I brought your baby girl to his house last night since I didn’t know where else. Don’t worry she is safe with him!” I try to calm this crazy gal as I hear sobs coming through the phone. Dammit who can it be to care for Bea this much, her sister, teen mom? Cousin?

“Who tried to rape her, I will hurt the sick fuck!” I chuckle at her words of hate, a feisty one this is.

“Already taken care of love, it was Jason just so you should know, I hate him with everyone bone and fiber of my body!” I feel the anger come back to me as I think of what a monster he is, but her whimper catches me off guard on the other end of the line.

“Baby shh who am I talking too?” The curiosity starts eating me up because damn her obnoxious voice was starting to turn me on. Her feisty personality was just my type. What can I say, I like em rough.

“It’s Casper, me and Bea are best friends.” She says while her sobs have turned into little whimpers. Damn! That was the big chested girl Harry was talking about. I searched her up on Facebook the other night and boy oh boy was she fuckin hot as hell.

Casper and I soon get lost into conversation and about after an hour and a half of laughing and getting to know each other I started to really enjoy her company. Hate to say it but we sorta forgot about Bea, shit, woops. We got to know each other and I felt like I knew her for much longer; she was funny, smart, nice and feisty. I fuckin loved it.

“Hey sweetheart, I was wondering if you wanted to go out or something tonight? Maybe Bea and Harry can tag along with?” I questioned her because I was pretty anxious to meet her.

“Yeah! That would be awesome Zayn.” She says with a flirtatious voice making me feel in the mood.

“Great, well I got to go love, but ill text you the details. It was nice hearing your sexy voice.” I smirk and hang up the phone while taking down the number so I can keep it for myself.

Someone’s gonna get laid tonight.

**Harry’s POV**

Bea lightly moans as I start to kiss her neck, lightly sucking on the skin. Shit, I was going fuckin crazy; she was making me crazy. I slowly grab her legs so both of her thighs wrap tightly around my waist and I start grinding into her.

“Mmm fuck Harry!” She moans louder as I start to grind her hard. The bulge in my pants felt so fucking restrained in my pants. I wanted to fuck her so bad.

She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a big kiss. Holy fuck, she is so fuckin hot when she acts aggressive. I slowly start sliding my hand up the shirt I lent her. Just when I reach the curve of her breast an alarming noise scares the shit out of me. SHIT, STUPID CELLPHONE!

I ignore it, but it won’t stop ringing, who the fuck is calling.
“H-harry you need to pick it up!” She tries to say while I grab her bare breast really tight. Dam.

“Mm HARRY pick it up!” She yells clearly getting annoyed with the ringing off the phone. Fucking hell, I was annoyed as shit. I let her go slightly making her fall back on the couch and stumble to the coffee table. What the fucking hell does Zayn want.

“This better be fucking good I swear!” I shout into the phone as I hear Bea giggle in the background.

“Calm the fuck down mate, aha. Were you getting into your ladies panties or something?” He laughs hysterically into the phone. I swear I’m gonna kick him so hard.

“God dammit Zayn what do you want!” I say started to get really irritated; I have no fuckin patience for this. What am I even saying I never have any patience.

“We need to have a meeting and now. Tristan cancelled on us so no deal…” He says sternly and kinda pissed off.

“What do you mean he fuckin cancelled, he can’t do that. That gives us 24 grand less.” I look at Bea who seemed to be slightly worried and confused. I’m gonna fuckin loose my mind with all our deals.

“Ok fuck, whatever ill meet you in thirty at the lounge and if he doesn’t show up I’m gonna freakin beat the shit out of him!” I try my hardest not to raise my voice so Bea won’t question me, knowing the nosy girl she is.

I hang up the phone and throw it on the couch. Fuck, first I can’t fuck my girl second the deal is off.

“Harry what is going on? What deal? And who’s Tristan?” The questions start pouring out of her. Urh fuck I need to distract her somehow.

I grab her shoulders and gently start to massage them and say gently. “Baby, baby shush. You don’t need to worry about this shit. How about I bring you home so you can go shopping with Casper huh?” Her eye’s light up as I say the word shopping. Why do women like shopping so god damn much, something I will never understand.

She starts jumping around like a little child in a candy store. I couldn’t help and stop to supress my laugh. She was too cute. Cute? Harry you’re a pussy!

Once parked in front of her apartment I explain her the long plan that we will meet up with her, Zayn and Casper. Not what your thinking. I’m not the fuckin double date type of guy. Hell I’m not even the dating type of guy. Bea was just a girl I found hot and really want to do stuff with her. She was mine, my doll. I don’t even understand why I’m still sticking with her especially since I can’t even get to third base with her. A part of me couldn’t let her go, a strong part of me. I don’t know if I had feelings for her, fuck I hope not. I’m just in it for the sex right?

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