Deal With The Devil H.S.

26.

Jane Casey

My head was throbbing.

I squinted my eyes as I rolled over. I saw Harry sleeping peacefully with the covers up to his nose. I scooted closer, almost touching his nose with mine.

I observed all of his features.

The two small freckles on his forehead, his perfect yet messy eyebrows, the small scar just below his left brow, his long eyelashes, the small freckle on his right cheek, the way his nose fit perfectly on his face, just everything about him was perfect.

I brought my hand up and moved a strand of hair out of his face. He stirred quietly in his sleep, making a low sound. I smiled softly and leaned forward. I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a moment.

I then brought my lips to the top of his head, kissing him there. I inhaled deeply and ran my fingers through his hair.

I pushed myself up and rubbed my eyes.

Naturally, Harry's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. He cuddled his head against my side, whimpering in his sleep. I slowly peeled myself away from him and my feet met the cold hardwood floor.

I looked around the room, just observing everything. Three large masks were hung neatly on the wall. The first one is a simple black mask with two small horns on the forehead. The second was a white mask that only covered the top half of the face with larger, golden horns.

And the last, the one he was wearing when I first met him.

It covered the whole face. The mask was red with intricate white designs, the eyes had a mesh covering so no one could see his green eyes. Two large black horns twisted out from the forehead.

They look so intimidating on this wall, yet they hold no power. But the minute he puts them on his face, he brings them to life.

I walked over to the third mask. I ran my fingers along the details. The tip of my fingers ran up the horns.

A smile crept up on my face.

"What are you doing?" Harry's tired voice spoke. I slowly turned around to look at him.

"Just snooping," I shrugged as I walked back towards the bed. I crawled back into bed and plopped down on top of him.

I folded my arms on his chest and rested my chin there.

"We have to get you some signature masks," he tucked my hair behind my ear and smiled tiredly.

"What would they call me?" I smiled. "Lucy, short for Lucifer," I laughed quietly.

"Persephone," he looked at me seriously. "Hades and Persephone," he laughed. "That's pretty badass," he smiled widely.

"Some flowers, some skulls," I explained what my mask could look like.

"Anything you want," he replied. "You could ask for thirty mansions and I'd do it," his tired voice made my head spin. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his softly. We don't often have these gentle moments.

I kissed his cheeks and then his forehead and then the tip of his nose. He scrunched up his face as I tickled him with my soft kisses.

"Okay," he pat my butt softly. "Let's get dressed and head down to the office" my heart dropped.

"Shit," I closed my eyes, burying my head in Harry's chest. "He's probably going to hate me," my voice was muffled against his skin.

"He'll never hate you," he rubbed my back, squeezing me tightly. "Let's go," he sat up and I rolled off of him to the side.

I groaned as I got up from the bed.

I made my way to my bedroom. I've been sleeping in Harry's every night, but all my clothes are still in here. I rummaged through my drawers and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans. They were darker with a rip in the knee.

I opened up the closet and grabbed a red silk tank top. The neckline had lace along the edges. I pulled off Harry's shirt and tossed it on the bed. I slid the pants over my legs and buttoned them just above my belly button. I put on the tank top and tucked it into the jeans.

I went back into my closet and grabbed a cropped black puffer coat and my knee-high black boots.

I zipped them and they fit tightly around my leg. I put my arms through the sleeve of the coat and walked into the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush off the sink and squeezed the little amount of toothpaste I had left on the brush.

I wet my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth.

When I finished brushing my teeth I spit the toothpaste into the sink and wiped my mouth. I brushed my fingers through my hair and fixed it how I wanted it. I finally walked out of the bedroom, flicking the lights off. I walked out into the living room and into the kitchen.

Harry leaned up against the counter, sipping on a glass of whiskey.

"Already?" I asked, leaning by him.

"Just a little bit, in case I have to break you and Liam up," he smiled, downing the small amount that was left.

He put the glass in the sink and then turned around. He grabbed my shoulders and leaned down, kissing my lips gently. I could taste the whiskey on his breath.

"You ready?" He asked, rubbing his thumb on my shoulder.

I nodded, taking a deep breath.

He put his hand on the small of my back as we left the apartment.

We walked through the bar and back into the office. We both hesitated before walking through the swinging doors. 

Harry cleared his throat and nudged me with his elbow.

"Liam," I finally spoke. Liam turned around and raised his eyebrows.

"Jane," he watched me carefully.

"We came here so that," I took a deep breath. "So that I could apologize," I probably had a disgusted look on her face.

"Okay," he nodded. "Go ahead."

I pursed my lips and finally said it.

"I'm sorry that your girlfriend is probably a crazy traitor" I blurted out. I let out a deep breath.

"It's fine," Liam laughed and shook his head. "But I think you should really apologize to Jenny," he spun his chair back and forth.

I groaned and sat down on the couch.

"I don't know what I could possibly say to make you believe me," I buried my face in my hands. "Please just tell her we know and that if she is on our side I will spare her life," I dragged my hands down my face.

"Nope," Liam smiled. "I can have her come over now so she can tell you she is normal and works at Starbucks though" Liam looked at his phone.

"No," I said firmly. Liam quickly reached for his phone and I lunged at him. Harry quickly grabbed me, holding me in his grasp. "Liam, no," I fought as hard as I could but Harry slapped his hand over my mouth.

"Hello," he smiled. "Do you want to stop by my work and come and see me a little bit?" He asked sweetly over the phone.

I screamed into Harry's hand.

Is there gonna be a girl fight?

Or should I say a Jane vs little miss Jenny?

Do we trust Jenny??