Only Angel 2 [h.s] AU

The infamous Beau

"For fucks sake," Harry breathes out in a groaning manner, I could tell he was annoyed by whoever it was that was knocking on that door. I slip on my panties and he pulls up his pants, buckling them up as the knocks continued. I walk towards the bedroom, grab my robe and I'm about to walk towards the door when Harry stops me. "Stay here." He demands, it was a bit late so I don't know who it could be at this time of night.

He was still shirtless, the words were smudged on his back but the words were still readable. I definitely need another shower, I have traces of lipstick on my legs and saliva in places. When Harry opens the door, I peek over and see none other than Nes, an angry look on her face. She had a red mark on her neck and she looked like she had been crying.

"Are you okay?" I ask, I'm about to walk towards her when Harry stops me, putting his arm out so I don't move, I look to him in question.

"What are you doing here Nes?" Harry asks with a dark tone, he glares at her. "Did you lose something?"

"Yes," She challenges. "I want to talk to Beau."

"I'm afraid you can't," He responds before I can answer. Why does he seem so defensive? "I don't want you near her."

"Harry, it's fine—" I say but he cuts me off.

"No, it isn't." He grits, glaring at me. "Who knows what she'll have you do next." He turns to Nes who looks angry as he does. "Don't have junkies for friends." At this, Nes was about to slap him but he catches her wrist tightly. "Leave."

"Fuck you!" She spits, pushing him off her before she turns to me. "If I were you I'd leave." Nes says looking at Harry one last time with such hate and walks away. I was startled by this altercation that I looked to Harry.

"Why don't you want me to talk to Nes?" I ask, watching as he locks the door. He ignores me and walks towards the couch, picking up his shirt and slipping it on. He then walks towards my bedroom and puts on his boots. "Harry."

"Get dressed, we're going back to my apartment." He says and I cross my arms. "I'm begging you, don't fight me, Beau. Not tonight." He looked irritated. He walks out of my bedroom and I am left alone, I run a hand through my hair and look at my closet. I change into some jeans and a black shirt, slip on some flats and join him outside in the living room. He doesn't say anything as we reach the elevator, he presses the button for the parking garage and we go down in silence.

Once in his car, he backs up and drives away. "Can you just tell me why Nes wanted to talk to me?" I ask, Harry's jaw clenches and he runs his ring covered hand through his curls.

"I told you before what she does." He says and I remember him saying how she does things like this out of spite. "And quite frankly after what happened last night, I don't think it's at all safe for you to be hanging around her or Colson or any of them for that matter. I didn't like seeing you that way when I picked you up, you were zoning out a lot and it scared me." I look down, I don't remember exactly the way I was acting but I can only assume that it wasn't pretty. "Just promise me you're not going to see her, if she really wanted to talk to you she would've done it there and then."

He had a point, Nes never actually liked me and now all of a sudden she wants to come around? Just because we kissed? When I look up, Harry is expecting an answer. "I won't." I say and he seems to relax, he reaches over the console and grabs my hand in his, interlocking our fingers. I still don't understand why she would show up to my apartment looking angry and scared, she clearly was best friends with Darien who only lived two doors down from mine but she came to me?

Part of me felt guilty for turning her down, even if we're not friends I'm still a decent human being that will help anyone who needs it. But maybe Harry was right. Maybe she had other intentions. Good people don't drug others unknowingly without consulting with them first, who knows what else she's capable of.

Once we arrive to his apartment, there is someone waiting out there for him and I remember him from the time he was here when I showed up out of nowhere, begging for Harry to fuck me.

Harry groans. "I thought I'd gotten rid of you." He remarks and Elija chuckles.

"In your dreams, mate." He then turns to me and smirks. "Oh look who it is, the infamous Beau." I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow, waiting for what he'll say next. "I still can't believe you've been fucking my little brother and step-brother."

"Shut the fuck up." Harry grumbles, allowing me inside with Elija behind me.

"Not that it's any of your business," I start. "But I broke up with William before I even knew that him and Harry were siblings." I defend myself and he raises his hands, eyeing me.

"Just so you know, I'm available too." He winks and Harry pushes him back as he'd taken a step towards me. He laughs and walks off to the table with the drinks. "I'm obviously joking."

"What are you doing here, Elija?" Harry asks, his arms now crossed. I go towards Harry's fridge and take a Fiji water bottle for myself. I hadn't drank any liquids after Harry and I had that steamy sex in my kitchen.

"I got bored of being alone." He says, downing his drink. "Actually I wasn't alone, I had a few people over."

"People?" Harry questions. "What people? You don't know anyone here."

"You'll come to understand that I am very likable."

"Doubt it." I mumble and he shoots me an unamused look.

"To people with taste that is," he taunts me and I roll my eyes at him. "I didn't know just how much Americans liked to party until now, they've been there for two days and I have a massive headache." He picks up a bottle of aspirins and throws one in his mouth before he drinks his whiskey.

"You need to leave." Harry begins.

"Why?" Elija asks. "You embarrassed I'm gonna hear you two have sex? Well if you weren't so loud maybe I wouldn't have." Harry now annoyed, grabs him by the shirt and gets eye level with him.

"You're starting to piss me off, so I suggest you leave now. It's not the best time."

Instead of being scared, Elija grins and laughs. "You know you mimic dad quite well when you get angry," he says, taking Harry's hands off his shirt and smoothing it out. "Too bad for you, I lived with him longer than you did so I'm immune. Props for looking scary though." Elija goes over to the couch and fluffs a pillow, removes his boots and lays down on it. "You can have as much loud sex as you'd like, I'm a heavy sleeper."

Harry looks like he wants to grab him by the neck and throw him over the balcony but I stand in front of him. "Hey, just let him." I say. "It's late, we should get some sleep."

I'm thankful that Harry doesn't fight me, it is quite late and I was exhausted. All the sex today was for sure going to leave me sore come tomorrow morning.

Harry showers first before I get my turn, when I come back out he was asleep on the bed and the lipstick was propped up on the nightstand on his side of the bed, his reminder that I love him.

I smile and fall asleep next to him.