Deal With The Devil H.S.

6.

"Off with your head, dance 'till your dead"

"I'm bored," I spun around on the bar stool. The bar was closed today. Liam had to come in because Harry had some meetings: Liam had to keep watch just in case someone wasn't welcome. 

"There's a blunt in the break room if you want it," Liam said without looking at me. He was wiping down tables as usual. 

"I do that every day," I huffed and glared at him. "Let's do something," I got up from my seat and walked over to him. 

"Jane, you are like ten times more annoying than usual today. What is your deal," Liam looked over at me.

"I'm just bored!" I yelled in his ear and he quickly pulled away covering his ears. I mean I could go up to Harry's. Would that be weird? You know what I really don't care.

I walked behind the bar, grabbing the key to upstairs. 

"I'm going to go poke the devil until he kills me or something," I shrugged my shoulders and walked towards the door. Before Liam could say anything I was already walking up the stairs. I went through the annoying process of unlocking the second door and made my way into the factory. 

I walked past the workers and walked up to the dark oak door. I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, pushing the door open. Arlo was standing next to the door, quickly reaching for the gun in his waistband. He realized it was just me and calmed down, but raised his eyebrows at me.

"I came to-" I was quickly hushed by Arlo as he pointed frantically towards the couch. Harry was sound asleep on the velvet couch. I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh. I gave Arlo a thumbs up and walked towards Harry's kitchen.

I opened up a random cupboard and saw a bag of chips. I quickly grabbed them from the cabinet and opened the bag, digging in.

"Can I eat on the couch?" I whispered to Arlo. He nodded and I walked over to the couch. I sat on the opposite couch from Harry and looked back at Arlo.

"Wanna play Russian Roulette with your gun while we wait for him to wake up?" I shoved a handful of chips into my mouth. Arlo's eyes went wide and he quickly shook his head. I rolled my eyes. "Why won't anyone do something fun with me," I leaned back on the couch and looked over at Harry.

Harry's face looked so innocent. Behind those dainty eyelashes were the eyes of a killer. Everything about him right now looked so innocent. It makes me wonder if I look cute and innocent when I sleep. I really don't think there is anything innocent-looking about me, but who knows.

He whined quietly in his sleep and shifted his body. Is this was he does when he's bored? Sleep? Sometimes I do that; just sleep the bored away.

I stretched out my body along the couch and rested my head on the arm of the couch. I turned my head so I was looking at Harry. He didn't even know I was here.

He couldn't make a perverted comment.

He couldn't be a dickhead.

He was just there.

I noticed my eyebrows were furrowed as I stared at him. I relaxed my face and realized something. It's only like ten and he's already napping.

"Arlo?" I turned my head towards him.

"Yes, Jane?" Arlo looked over at me from the front door.

"Did he get any sleep last night?" I was obviously referring to Harry.