Love, Sex and Magic.

Part 3.

Harrys POV.

“Marty I think Texas should live with me” I say abruptly to Marty while sitting at the bar. He turns and stares at me blankly. “No” he says and walks away into his office. “Why not? Who is going to look out for her better than me?” Marty knows I’m right, but he knows me to well to know that I wouldn’t just volunteer to let someone live him my flat. Marty lets out a loud breath “fine, but remember my rules Styles, don’t touch her” he warns pointing his finger into my chest. “Don’t worry Marty she’s safe with me” I somewhat lie. She will be safe…from other people but I plan on making her mine, any way possible.

“Marty this is bullshit I don’t understand why I have to with him?” Texas complains as she drags all her belongings to my truck. “Because I said so” Marty says and walks back into the bar. Texas should know by now that she shouldn’t question Marty, he’s a smart guy and also a very dangerous man if you piss him off.  

Texas gets in my truck and slams the door as hard as she could. “Excuse me, don’t hurt my baby” I say seriously. She glares at me “go fuck yourself” she says. “Only if you’re there to help” I wink. “You wish” she spits. “Yes I do.” If only she knew the things I want to do to that tight little body of hers.

We pull up to my flat complex and I can instantly tell Texas is disgusted by my shady complex next to a dark ally. “You live here?” she says with a snobby tone. “We live here” I correct her. I honestly couldn’t give a shit if Texas likes where I live or not. Yes I live in a small flat with crack heads, drug dealers and prostitutes but I am a drug dealer and a thug so why not live in place where everyone thinks I belong right?

We walk up the four flights of stairs to my flat #405 and I can tell Texas is uneasy; the way she keeps turning around to look behind her, and the way she plays with her hands. I want to just hold her and reassure her that it’s fine but I don’t want her to see my soft side just yet.

Texas POV.

My uncle told me I had to live with Harry and he had no reasonable explanation as to why. It’s bullshit; Harry is a pervert, I know all he wants is sex and guess what Harry you are never going to get it. I don’t care how attractive he is with his luscious brown curls and breathe taking green eyes.

Harry’s apartment reminds me of where I used to live and it scares me. Back in New York I was in a bad place. I did drugs, I stole, I was a very high powered drug dealer with a lot of connections and I still do but one bad night and I’m stuck living his my uncle a thousand miles away. It makes me nervous that I might end up in the same position I did back then.

“Make yourself at home” Harry says opening the door to his one bedroom apartment. It’s very small, and cluttered; it smelt of weed and alcohol. The first thing Harry does is take off his shirt and goes to the kitchen to get a beer. I couldn’t help but stare at his toned body and multiple tattoos. “Like what you see?” He laughs. Shit, caught play it cool. “No, not enough tattoos” I say sitting on the couch, that was probably stolen. “That can change” he says in a raspy seductive voice that makes me get goose bumps. “you’re a pig” I say turning my back to him. Okay I have to admit, I really do want to fuck Harry, he is so hot and it takes every muscle in my body to say no to him, but it has to be done, I refuse to become a little se toy to him.

“Where am I sleeping?” I ask looking around the small apartment and only seeing one bed. “with me?” Harry says but sounds me like a question. Hell no.

Harry’s POV.

“With me?” that wasn’t supposed to be a question. “good joke” Texas says with a small laugh. I look at her blankly and the smile off her face drops. “You’re serious?” “Unless you want to sleep in the shower?” I suggest pointing in the direction of the bathroom. She groans and walks into the bedroom so I follow.