Cards Against Us All {HS}

-Chapter Thirty Eight-

Chapter Thirty Eight:

Billie

I was 14 when I met Gio. I don't know why I met him but I did. My dad knew him from somewhere and I automatically clung to him. He acted like the uncle that I never really had. The uncles that I did have were halfway across the world where I was born and raised until I was five. I was born in America. Las Vegas, Nevada to be exact and I don't remember much from it but there are flashes.

I met Clara when we were both 7 and then I met Gio when I was 14. Seven years it took my dad to introduce me to Gio. I found out that he had known him even longer than I was alive because of us being from Las Vegas and the whole poker and gambling scheme over there. I am legally allowed to live, work, go to school in the UK and so are my parents. They uprooted our life and put us on a 10 hour flight. I would never wish that my life was any different because I wouldn't have met Clara. Or Zayn or even, god forbid, Harry.

I was growing to like Harry. It wasn't that I didn't like him, it was just I was protective of Clara and even though I didn't know what happened to her, I knew that I had a reason to warn Harry about any funny business. He was so careful with her but he didn't treat her like she was going to break. He loved her and she loved him. They loved each other so much.

They were like real life Rapunzel and Flynn Rider. Except, he didn't rescue her from a physical tower, it was a metaphorical one in her head. Her brain was a tower and she was always stuck in it. Harry helped her get out of it and she has become a completely different person since meeting Harry.

Therefore, I have grown to like him. I would never tell him that though.

I helped Harry work out the little get away he planned for Clara. I knew that they needed to get away, especially Clara because she had found out so much in the space of a few months and she wasn't allowed to come on the huge drop off that we had planned.

That brings me back to the early morning rise that we all had on the day of the drop off. It was a few days after Harry and Clara left and a few days before they were due back. Zayn and I were tangled together and we woke up slowly at 7 AM sharp. Gio was expecting us at the Rome office at 9 AM and it was going to be a slow morning so we woke up early.

I groaned as I rolled over, stretching my arms above my head and I draped them over Zayn's chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I jumped when he did so. I was surprised that he had woken up as easily as he did. Zayn was not a morning person so I nearly shit myself when I realised that he was actually awake.

"Good morning, darling." He said, kissing the side of my head and pulled me onto his chest. I was straddling his lap and I laid on his chest.

"Good morning, Z." I said, groaning at the thought of having to get up. "I don't want to get up." I moaned as I buried my face into Zayn's neck.

"Neither do I but we have to and we will get killed if we don't get up soon." Zayn told me, patting his hands down my sides. "Let's get up now and we won't have to rush."

"Or... we could do something else and it involves staying in bed." I winked at him and I laid flat on him. Zayn pushed me off of him and I yelped as I rolled onto the space of bed beside him. "You dickwad."

"You love me really." He rolled his eyes, sitting up onto the edge of the bed, facing away from me. He was right. I did love him really. I snickered and I set up, grabbing a pair of shorts from the floor next to the bed. I realised when I stood up that they were Zayn's and they fell off of my small waist.

I had a mild case of body dysmorphia because I was so thin. I knew that I ate properly and I wasn't unhealthy but I was so tall and I had such a rectangular shaped body. I didn't really look at myself in the mirror unless I had to. I was still yet to find clothing that I liked on myself and that accentuated my figure rather than hid it. I was often told that I could be a model but that wasn't a good thing. Models had a gruelling regime and I didn't want to subject myself to that. I wanted to save lives by being a surgeon.