Dice 2 [h.s.]

XVII

"Nostalgia, what a funny feeling." -ZAYN

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"Ok, ok. So if I win, you have to watch the casino for all of January." I snickered, looking down at the poker table.

"And if I win, I get to choose whatever I want to do to you." Harry smirked while looking at my hands and his.

"Deal." I held my hand out. He shook it firmly, affirming our deal.

Harry and I were in charge of watching the casino tonight while the guys all went out partying and fucking some girls. It was a slow night since it was a monday so we were occupying a poker table. We decided to play some black jack.

And god knows how much we love black jack

"Alright, I'll deal." The dealer nodded and began to pass out our cards.

"You're mine, Monroe." Harry continued to smirk while watching the dealer.

"Yeah, okay." I rolled my eyes.

Once all cards were distributed, I looked at my cards. God he was done for. I had already been dealt an even twenty. I didn't have room for any more cards and there was no way he was beating me.

"Ms. Monroe?" The dealer asked.

"Stand." I said with a straight face.

"Mr. Styles?"

"Hit me." Harry said, glancing at me then back at his cards. He accepted his next card and showed zero reaction on his face.

"Stand." He nodded.

"Flip." The dealer said.

We both flipped our cards and I quickly jetted my eyes to Harry's set. He began to smile from ear to ear as he did the math. I looked at him and felt my stomach drop. He had a perfect twenty one after getting his last set of cards.

"Mr. Styles is the winner." The dealer clapped gently before taking his cards back and shuffling.

"I'm fucked, aren't I?" I stood up from my seat and held my hand out for a hand shake. He took it then pulled me towards him.

"I told you, I nev-"

"Never lose a game I know. But I won against you ONCE so shut up." I rolled my eyes again.

"What's with you and rolling your eyes lately?" Harry whispered beside my ear, forcing a shiver down my spine.

"We've got three more hours here. Pace yourself." I whispered back, pushing him away from me with a smirk.

"Who said we had to be home?" Harry chuckled to himself.

"Please spare me the decency of being used as a fuck doll in my own home." I held my hand up.

"That's one way to put it." Harry held back a laugh.

"And now you feel the need to wait." I patted his chest and walked away, towards anywhere but where Harry can spot me.

The next three hours dragged on for what felt like years. I would catch his glance a few times, but rolled my eyes at him to make him angry. He would try to get closer, but I would move farther away and force myself to interact with a guest or a worker.

When everyone was cleared out and the closing workers were closing, he checked on the manager then met up with me by our car parked in the front. He climbed into the driver's seat as I climbed into the passengers. He put two hands on the wheel and left the parking lot.