"Yes!" Harry's eyes light up vigorously as his smile brightens with his fist in the air. My jaw opens wide as he wins another thousand bucks on the spot.
Everybody claps and whistles at Harry. If only they knew he was god. I scoff while smiling to myself at the good old irony. Things are crazy. Harry looks down at me while taking one late gulp of his sparkling champagne. "Alright I think that's enough for gambling." Harry says while chuckling a bit and leading Us towards the famous bar we've always been to while being here.
"How do you win do much money? You're insane!" I laugh.
He raises a brow. "I'm god. I can do anything."
"But how?"
"You really wanna know?"
"Yes!" I say.
His eyes become a shade darker as a the smirk on his face appears. He taps the tip of his champagne class while looking at it. He finally looks up at my face.
"There's a trick."
"A trick?"
"Yes."
"Well.... What the fuck is it?"
"I..." He looks down at his fingers, gesturing for me too. "I change the cards in order to match the ones I have right now"
I raise a brow. "What? That's impossibl-" my words are stopped when I see him giving me an 'are you serious' look.
I sigh, "You're god, I know, I know."
The dimple on his right cheek pops when he smirks are me. "Let me show you how it's done." Harry then quickly calls over another guy that works at the game.
"Yes Mr. Styles." He says.
"Mhm.. Give me another deck." Harry says and everybody's eyes pop open as well as mine.
I pat his arm, gaining his attention. "Another deck? Are you crazy, or are you crazy?"
He rolls his eyes as the employee hands him the deck of cards. "Let me show you literal magic." He wiggles his eyebrows at me, then turns to the poker table.
1 hour later
"One hundred and Twenty Grand for the man on the right!" Someone yelled as everyone gasped and looked back at a smiling Harry. I shake my head to myself in dismay.
"Unbelievable." I whisper to myself.
I tap Harry's shoulder, Trying to get his attention once again, "Hey, mind if you pay my rent for the next couple months?" I wiggle my eyebrows jokingly as a laugh escapes his mouth.
"You wish." He laughs off, walking away.
I roll my eyes. "Well, a girl can dream."
"Yeah, crazy ones too."
Me and Harry then stop at the elevator to our left which leads to our rooms. Also, considering we're both in a great mood from winning so much money in a short amount of time, the energy in the still has some sort of tension as I Notice the scowl that has taken over that beautiful bright smile Harry had as we step inside the elevator.
I furrow my brows as him when I notice he is looking up at the elevator ceilings.
"Um what are you doing?" I question.
He gives the walls one last glance until looking at me, sighing. "They think we have some illegal stuff going on."
I nearly choke. "Wait what? Why?"
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Meeting God. {h.s}
FanfictionAndrea, an atheist that was deeply troubled. As she see's her world slowly crashing down, she would sill not turn to God for help. But will that change when the mysterious tall man with brown curly hair and green eyes, randomly pops into her house...