Love, Sex and Magic.

Part 9.

I have to tell Texas about Ryder but I don’t know how…a part of me doesn’t want to tell her but I know I have to, for both of our safety.

Its 6:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep at all; this is really bugging me. I go out onto the balcony to watch the sun rise; it truly is beautiful.  

I pull out a cigarette and light it. I know smoking is a bad habit but it’s the only thing that will take the stress away.

After a couple of drags and multiple ways of how to tell Texas go running through my brain, then the sliding glass door opens and low and behold the one person I don’t want to see at the moment; Texas is standing wrapped in a blanket, her hair is pulled into a topknot even when she just wakes up she looks cute as fuck.

“Morning” she yawns while rubbing her eye with back of her hand.

“Morning, why are you up so early?” I ask putting my cigarette out.

“Can’t sleep, you?” she asks still standing in the door way.

“Same” I say looking at my feet.

“You okay?” she says cocking an eyebrow.

“Mhmm” I say faking a smile.

I can’t tell her now, it doesn’t feel right. I don’t know when it will feel right but not right now.

I look up at texas shivering with the blanket around her.

“Come here” I say opening my arms welcoming her to sit on my lap. She hesitates at first but then walks over slowly to cuddle on my lap; this feels perfect; I wrap my arms around her tiny body as she rests her head on my chest.

“Better?” I ask softly.

She lightly kisses my collarbone in response; I take that as a yes. 

“Harry?” Texas lifts her head off my chest and looks into my eyes with her bright ocean blue eyes; they’re the kind of eyes you can get lost in.

“Yeah?” her gaze moves from my eyes to my lips then back to my eyes.

“I don’t want to be with Ryder…” she says quietly bringing her gaze down to her fingers that are fiddling with my shirt.

“Wait, how do you know about that?” I question.

“Harry, your voice isn’t as quiet as you think it is… I could hear basically the whole conversation yesterday from the couch” she says with a small giggle.

“Oh… well them you know I don’t plan on letting him have you, that’s one of the rules remember” I state with a cheeky grin. Texas’s face lights up with her gorgeous smile, as she plays with her lip ring.

“But what about Marty? He’ll kill you if he finds out”  she says with a nervous tone.

“Don’t worry about babe, I have this figured out” I state kissing her cheek.

“Tell me” she says seriously.

“No, I don’t want you to worry about it” I say shuffling in my seat with her still on my lap. I already know this is going to turn into an argument now.

“Harry, fucking tell me now, I’m already worried enough” she says raising her voice getting off my lap.

For fuck sakes why does she have to be like this? Everything turns into an argument with her.

“Can you just calm the fuck down before you wake up the whole beach? I said don’t worry about it, so don’t fucking worry about it” I say forcefully standing up.

Texas takes in a deep breath like she’s about to bitch me out but instead she goes back into the house and slams the door.

I turn and kick the chair I was currently sitting on in rage, she so fucking annoying; we just had probably one of the best moments and she goes and fucks it up with her damn temper. I thought I had anger issues but fuck she is always angry… even during sex! You don’t even understand, there has to be something that has happened to her to make her so angry, I know I have my reasons, but what are hers?

   I walk into the room the rest of the boys are staying (it was actually supposed to be Texas’s room but we sleep together) and turn the lights on to get a big “fuck you” from all the boys. “Get up, and call your girlfriends to make sure they’re coming, Texas is in a mad mood” I state and leave the room. They all groan as they reach for their phones.

Texas has been in the room sulking all morning; I went in to get a change of clothes and a towel and she told me to fuck off just because I walked into the room like are you seriously that mad at me? I will never understand women.

3:00 finally comes around and the door bells rings.

Finally no more grumpy Texas!

I open the door and there is Danny, El, Hope, and Perrie with all their stuff with huge smiles on their faces.

“Don’t even talk to your boys; just go make her happy again please!” I beg. They all give me a weird look like I did something wrong but as usual they do as they’re told and went to the bed room.

“BITCH GET YOUR ASS UP; IT’S TIME TO PARTY!” was all I could hear until there was screams of excitement.

 Texas POV.

This morning Harry and I were on the balcony together cuddling and it actually felt perfect; until he decided to be a dick and not tell me anything. It’s so frustrating when he does that; he tells me not to worry but that just makes me worry even more.

I went back to bed for the rest of the day because I couldn’t deal with Harry at all.

“BITCH GET YOUR ASS UP; IT’S TIME TO PARTY’ a very familiar voice shouts excitedly. All the girls start to jump on my bed trying to get me up.

“Oh my god! What are you guys doing here? Harry said you weren’t coming” I say so happy to see my friends.

“Harry is liar, we’ve been coming the whole time, just had to finish a job.” El states confused why Harry would lie.

“That little fucker” I say getting out of bed and storm into the kitchen where all the boys were sitting and talking drinking beer as usual.

“You fucking liar” I yell pointing my finger at Harry who is clearly confused.

“Excuse me?” he says in a sassy tone.

“You said the girls weren’t coming” I say, my hand closes tightly in a fist.

“No I didn’t, you just assumed, there’s a difference.” He says taking a sip of his beer casually.

Urg! I want to smash that bottle of his pretty little head.

“Let’s just go get drunk” Hope says taking my arm into hers and takes me back into the room to get dressed.

“If he wasn’t so fucking good in bed, I would kill him in his sleep” I say to the other girls as we all get ready to go out.

“Seriously you guys are still fucking?” Danny asks looking through her clothes.

“Well we haven’t since we got here…” I admit

“Maybe that’s all you need is good sex then you guys might not want to kill each other so often” Perrie suggest.

She actually has a good point… whenever Harry and I have sex we are like best friends, and being angry with him all the time is really draining