Meeting God. {h.s}

16. Casino.

7 Months Later

"Ace!" I yell while clapping my hands loudly. I mean can you blame me? I just won five hundred bucks on the spot. God, gambling is great. Especially since you know all the tricks in the book.

"She's cheating!" Louis yells aggravated.

"I am not!" I yell back crossing my arms. "Don't be jealous just because you can't even score a jeopardy." I huff while rolling my eyes.

"Alright - alright drama queens. No fighting. Let me show you who really is the king of the gambling show." Zayn grins widely. He then grabs two dice and throws them into the board. We all wait for the dice to stop, and once they do, Zayn's eyes pop out of his skull.

Me & Louis jump out of our seats, laughing loudly. Our little genius Zayn just lost all of his money. "The king of the gambling show! Any last words before you past out?" Louis tells Zayn while pretending to hold a mic on His mouth. Zayn stares at the board, not moving in shock. His mouth wide open as well as his eyes.

We all laugh at the kids lose, even though it's rude, I mean.. He's always claiming he can win anything when in reality, he sucks at gambling.

Zayn sighs, coming out of his state of shock, shaking his head. "I need a drink."

"Yeah and maybe a heart transplant." Louis adds while Him and Liam walk with Zayn to the bar.

Me & Perrie sit quietly at the gambling table with our legs crossed. The tight dresses we choose were not a good idea, but I mean, this is Vegas and you have to look good at all times.

I used to suck at gambling. I had the worst luck when it came to it. Now, I've won Twelve Hundred Dollars on the spot. My mind travels back to Harry. Maybe he's helping me win.

I shake my head at the thought. No. I'm not even thinking about that anymore. I'm over it. The thought of me knowing God made me slightly go insane, and I most definitely don't want to back to that again.

It was torture. Utter torture. I was so blessed to have the privilege to know him yet it was such a curse. So many worries and anxieties I had gotten over an experience that should've made me feel utterly blessed. Which is why I cut ties with him.

I told him I didn't want him to be involved in my life anymore. It wasn't good for my mental health. I couldn't realize the difference between which was reality and which was fake. It was becoming slightly alarming, in ways I can't explain.

"I'm gonna head to the loo alright?" Perrie says.

"Oh want me to come?" I question.

"Oh no it's fine. I'll be back don't worry." She says while sending me a smile, grabbing her purse and walking towards the bathroom.

Alone, I sit at the little table with our drinks. I grab my martini and start sipping slowly. The alcohol feels bitter against my tongue and I can't help but regret not getting just a simple come or something.

"Five Hundred Thousand Dollars to the fella on the right!" A man working at one of the gambling stations yells loudly. Me including everyone in the casino instantly turn our heads at whoever he's pointing at.

My jaw opens wide as I see him pointing to the non other than Harry, who's standing there grinning, wearing an all black suit as his hair is quiffed up.

People all yell and cheer for him and his dimples Pop out of his cheeks. Suddenly, he looks up, staring directly at my eyes, his smile slowly fading.

What the fuck is he doing here? Why is he in Vegas? All of these unanswerable questions flood my mind as I feel as if I'm imagining things.

I gulp as I clench my jaw. I instantly grab my clutch, leaving my seat and practically running towards the bathroom. I feel the vomit erupting my mouth as I run towards the sink in the bathroom, hitting a bunch of girls and getting cursed at along the way.

Once I'm in front of the sink, I let out a deep breath. Taking deep breathe's over, and over, and over again.

No. This can't be happening. I must be dreaming. No- this is a dream. This isn't real. Or is it? Fuck - no. Andrea get your head back in order.

I shake my head a bit and pat some water on my neck, hoping that it'll even partially cool me down.

With one last look in the mirror, I head outside the bathroom normally, but still a bit on edge. I fix the hem of my dress that was slowly rising a bit.

Ugh I need a drink.

I walk past the casino area and completely ignore the Area I thought Harry was in.

Without problem, I walk towards the bar and wait for a waiter to wait me. A young man wearing a collared shirt waits me. "How can I help you?" He questions.

"Yea, can I have a strawberry martini? No olive though. Oh - and can I get a stir stick with it?" I question and he simply nods, going to the back and making my drink.

Once he's done he puts the drink in front of me. I dig my hand through my clutch trying to find my credit card.

"You can put that on my tab." A deep raspy, voice speaks. A voice I can recognize anywhere. I instantly look up and see Harry drop a hundred dollar bill on the table.

Fuck. He's actually here. And he looks good.

He Checks his silver watch. From what I can see its a Rolex. I raise my brow in amazement. Just a couple months ago he don't have a phone and now he's at a casino spending a hundred bucks on drinks and wearing Rolex watches.

But I mean, he is God. He can do anything.

"Can I get a Vodka? Oh - and some nachos." He asks looking at the waiter with furrowed brows.

"Coming Right up Mr. Styles." The waiter slightly bows and heads towards the kitchen.

He then licks his lips and looks down at me with a slight smile.

"Long time no see Andrea."

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