Leaving Las Vegas (h.s)

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HARRY WAS mysterious. A man who could say very little yet his words meant a million things.

Harry grew up in the outskirts of Reno, Nevada. A town that was run by crime and violence.

Harry's life was painted red since the moment he was born. His father was a police officer who did dirty side deals with local gangsters. His father's mistakes lead to his mother and his father dying when he was 15.

Harry had grown accustomed to the color red making itself present in his life. He lusted for it. The strength it gave him when he saw the boldness color the blank pages of his never ending tangled soul was satisfying.

Perhaps, that is why he was so drawn to Blue. She was trying so hard to be the epitome of the color red yet she truly was the color of the ocean. So calm and collected as her waves hit the shore of her mind.

Harry wanted her waves to calm his soul. Her thoughts to color his pages. He barely knew this woman yet he felt like she was something special that he needed in his life. His own personal drug. Something that would keep him sane despite insanity clawing to climb in.

He could sense her fear. Another reason why she couldn't be the color red. She was shaken up, perhaps she had never been shot at. Harry knew those men. Those men were from the opposing side of his business. They preyed on the tourists of the strip, Harry knew better than that. He knew where the real addicts lived. They were in plain sight. Away from the lights, in business suits, working 9-5, with children and a spouse waiting for them to come home.

"I'm very sure you can figure out what I do for a living darling," he spoke, his tone sweet compared to the sourness Blue had experienced earlier.

Blue knew Harry was the drug dealer by now. It was obvious. But how could a man like him be entangled with a life like that?

Harry had begun dealing when he was 12. His father introduced him to the man who brought him into this world. His name was Rey. Rey was the king of the streets, his father being his protector and savior.

Harry rode around in his father's patrol vehicle, witnessing these exchanges with his childhood mind. Harry never knew these things were illegal or else why would his father allow it? He was the law after all.

Rey took care of Harry when his parents had died. He was far from a parental figure. He encouraged Harry to expand his business. Make a name for himself in the streets. Rey chose Las Vegas as the perfect territory for him. Harry was young and could mingle with the crowd, making it a cash hot spot.

"You're a dealer there's really no other explanation. But that doesn't answer my question as to why those men were trying to kill you."

Harry lit his cigarette. The flame bringing a hue of orange into his emerald irises staining them. The color was beautiful. As beautiful as Harry Styles.

"Those men worked for me. Now they don't. That's what happens when you fuck up."

"Do you have enemies?"

"Asking a drug dealer if he has enemies is like asking a car dealership if they sell cars."

Blue turned red in the face from embarrassment. Her cheeks are always turning red around his man. She hated it. She believed men could never make her nervous. But this man was no ordinary man.

"Why would you do this? It's dangerous Harry."

The smoke expanded his lungs, his worries and sorrows expelling as he blew the fumes out. Blue looks at him, almost studying his features. Smoking had never looked so sexy on anyone before.

"We all have to survive in this world Blue. This is all I have ever known."

"When did you start?"

"I was 12. I have never worked a day in my life as anything else. I have earned the respect in this business. I'm expanding every single day. Why would I do other shit when I have the world in the palm of my hands?"

Blue looked down at his hands. The world could very well fit into his large hands. He had small tattoos staining the milkiness of his skin. Rings fit snuggly on his fingers, silver was definitely his color.

"Power feeds my ego darling. I have the power to do whatever the hell I want. When I want something, I get it," Harry had begun to walk closer to her. Blue could feel her knees wobble under his intense gaze. His eye color darkens when he is around her. He lifts his hand and gently places it on her neck. The cool sensation of the silver ices her skin. "I want you."

Blue felt the vibrations of his words strike her throughout her body. She has barely met this man last week but he was already making her feel crazy. Blue broke eye contact, wanting to give the hint that this was moving too fast for her. Harry seemed to understand as he stepped back. His scent was intoxicating. He could be the on other side of the world but Blue would still be able to smell of the freshness of his cologne.

"You barely know me Harry. You couldn't possibly want me if you don't know me."

"Enlighten me then."

Although Harry did know much about Blue Emerald. A lot more than she thought.

•••

When Blue awoke, the foreign feeling of crisp sheets made her jolt up in surprise.

She drank a lot which was evident from the pounding headache occupying her mind. Harry had placed her on this bed after they had begun  talking.

Harry knew a portion of her life. She told him half truths as her drunken mind wouldn't allow her to spill her guts which she was thankful for.

Harry knew these were half truths but decided not to push against it. He didn't want to scare her away, not yet at least. He knew her story, read her like a book. It is incredible how someone could disappear and try to write off their life. But Harry found her burned pages hidden deep.

"You look beautiful when you just wake up." Harry was standing at the doorway, his arms crossed. He was shirtless. More tattoos cover his pale skin and Blue wondered what was the significance of all the ink that covers him. Perhaps he was hiding something underneath.

"Thank you Harry. Your home is beautiful. This bed is amazing." Blue was being honest. Her bed at her shitty apartment was worn out, springs sticking out. Her walls were not nearly as clean as Harry's. The smell of mildew was not evident here. It was a fresh breeze that resembled his cologne.

"I will let you take this bed home with you."

"No way! I can't compliment things without you trying to give me them silly."

Harry looked at her and smiled. He was so enchanting. His smile so captivating. Blue felt content with this. She could see herself with Harry for a long time.

The thought of that scared her.