Two Ghosts [h.s]

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Harry and I stayed in his car for a little while after our conversation. I was slightly shaking and he could tell. I could sense his own worry but he spread comforting kisses and words down my skin.

After kissing my nose multiple times I shred a small smile. The smile gave me hope that everything was going to be alright. I trusted him with everything in my soul and I believed him when he said he didn't want to live in a world that I wasn't in.

After I wiped my eyes, Harry placed the dress over my body and I lifted my hips so he could put his pants back on. Once we were dressed I just stayed seated on his lap, curling my body into him.

Harry drove down the road, returning the car in the parking lot of the Casino.

He helped me out of the car and then we walked hand and hand to his own. Refusing to sit away from him, it put a smile on his face and he sat down in the driver's seat pulling me with him. Once I sat down he looked at my saddened face and I saw his brain turn like he needed to make me happy again.

So he asked me about the cat.

It immediately made me smile and I went off about all the names I had in mind.

It's been a couple of days now and Niall's throwing a party tonight. It's all I've been hearing from his mouth the past couple of days and I have high expectations. He says, just like Vegas, his parties are always filled with surprises.

I was stressing because I didn't have enough clothes and I didn't know what to wear. All of my clothes were on the floor as I sat in the middle on the verge of a breakdown. Harry, who watched the whole thing in amusement, eventually pulled me up and dragged me to the mall.

Finding a skirt Harry refused to stop until I found a shirt to go with it. As I was in the change room modelling clothes trying them on for him, he eventually grew slightly temperamental. Watching me as he was leaned forward on his knees he wasn't able to hold back and pushed his way through the change room. He fucked me on the dressing room bench with his hand over my mouth so I couldn't make any noise. When we finished he had a shit-eating grin on his face before pointing to his favourite outfit.

Harry and all of the boys have their own apartments in Vegas. Staying at Harry's, his home is similar to the one in Florida. All black, grey and white but when we were on a walk yesterday we passed a plant shop and I dragged him in.

We bought artificial plants and a vase of flowers that we scattered along the house.

Now there's life to this pretty place.

I've noticed that Harry's been a little stressed lately. I'm not sure what's going on inside his head but he's been hyper-aware, always checking to make sure areas are safe and monitored before we leave.

For New Years, his mafia has this concluding event for their drug sales and killings in their business year. As Harry told me, I could sense his anxiety because he had to bring me. He assured me it was going to be safe and I'd be beside him the whole time. It was located in his dad's mansion and when he told me his father and other leaders of their mafia were going to be there I sucked in a breath of worry but his touch made it all go away. If Harry wasn't worried then neither was I... at least that's what I told myself.

I'm filled with nerves and my stomach just doesn't feel right when I think about it.

Harry's already started conversing with the boys in private. Whenever I would walk in they would stop talking and change the subject. Whatever they're planning they're surely keeping me out of it.