Love, Sex and Magic.

Part 11.

Night quickly came and soon enough our condo became crowded with strangers to me but not to Texas; apparently she still has connection with people from her past. I can’t help but wonder what Texas did in New York that made her the way she is… so tough, secretive and why she’s always so angry. I know she was a drug dealer like me, and worked for Marty but it doesn’t make sense why she’s living here and why Marty is so protective of her. I want to ask all these questions but it’s risky; I might hit a nerve that I don’t want to hit, but I have this desire to know, she makes me so curious.

Texas is sitting on the couch with a bunch of guys who are getting rather touchy feely with her and I don’t like it one bit; this morning/ afternoon we were having a perfect time together, cuddling and acting like a couple and not arguing, it was exactly how I wish we could be. But now, she’s cuddled up to a random guy? I don’t understand.

I sit in the corner, beer in hand, watching what should be mine flirt with every guy in site. I wish I could just kill them all but I know that wouldn’t help my situation with Texas. The guy sitting on her right has a small scar on his face right above his eyebrow and has tattoos covering his whole body; how do I know? Because he’s fucking shirtless! I can feel my blood boil as he whispers something into her ear which makes her laugh, and put on that cute smile she does when someone says something dirty…fucking bastard.  The fuck head (the guy with the scar) hands Texas a little baggy of white powder and her face lights up like a kid on Christmas; I know exactly what that is, because I do it all to often; coke.

Texas opens the baggy and clears the coffee table so that it is completely empty, she poor the substance onto the table and starts to prepare it. The look in her eyes is unsettling. It’s a look I have never seen before; her usually bright eyes have gone dark and focused, she looks like someone else has taken over her body.

She prepares herself a line of the white powder using a credit card, and snorts it; she lifted her head and makes eye contact with me before throwing her head all the way back letting the drug begin its high sensation. I can’t stand to look at her like this, so venerable in a numb state surrounded by drug addicts, but I know if I leave I will regret it.

“You alright mate?” Louis says from behind me putting his hand on my shoulder snapping me out of my daze. “I-I’m fine” I say still not taking my eyes off Texas. Louis removes his hand form my shoulder and walks off in silence. He knows me all too well that I’m not fine, but he also knows not to push it.

I finish my beer and go to the kitchen for something harder; I walk past the couch still watching Texas in her numb state like the rest of drug filled no bodies on the couch and take the whole bottle of Jack Daniels back to my chair across from the couch.

“Are you going to share?” a ditzy blond slurred, trying to be sexy by pouting her overly plump lips which clearly aren’t real. “Not with you” I snapped back taking a nice long swig of the toxic liquid that sends a burning sensation down my throat. “Asshole” she says stumbling over to the next person that she can try to get lucky with. On a normal night I would most defiantly fuck her, but tonight I have one thing on my mind and that is Texas. If that fuck head goes any closer to her I swear to go I’m going to knock his teeth out. 

I didn’t even realize how long I’ve been in my daze until I have the sudden urge to pee and I can’t even stand up. I look down at my now completely empty bottle of Jack and realize what I have done. I try to look around the room, but my vision is so blurry I can’t tell who is who anymore. I frantically look for Texas but the alcohol has made me so disorientated that I can barely stand.

“Texas?” I slur trying to make my way through the crowd. I spot a red haired girl on the balcony talking to a blonde haired boy with multiple tattoos and a lip ring.  I storm onto the balcony as fast as my drunken legs can, without falling over. Barely able to speak without it sounding like gibberish I ask “Texas, what are you doing?” I try to look at her in the eyes but they both have merged into one.  “Talking to Niall?” she says confused. I turn and I recognize my friend who in my drunken state thought was a threat. “Harry are you okay?” she asks putting her hand to my cheek. I suddenly felt dizzy and the room is spinning fast than usual…. My legs feel numb, and my heart is racing, what is happening? Within seconds my vision goes dark and I collapse.

Texas POV.

All night Harry has been sitting in that chair staring at me, and it’s making me uncomfortable. He has been so busy staring he didn’t even realize that he drank the whole bottle of Jack Daniels to himself!

I felt a little woozy coming down from my high, and I went outside which is when I started talking to Niall, the blonde haired irish boy with neck tattoos and a lip ring; for someone so bad ass he’s actually really nice, we didn’t really talk about much, but he told me how he and all the other boys became such great friends; when Harry first moved into town they we’re all in the same elementary school, and how Harry would always lead them into trouble, but it was fun and then they went into high school and that’s when Marty recruited them, and here we are now. It’s kind of cute how they are still really good friends.  Suddenly Harry comes rushing out onto the balcony where Niall and I were talking and he’s so drunk he barley recognizes Niall. He’s not even speaking English; he’s just going on in mumbles when suddenly he falls to the floor.

“Harry!” I scream as Niall lunges forward to catch his friend. Harry lays limp on the floor. “Is he breathing?” I panic. Niall checks his pulse and nods his head. “He’s just passed out” Niall breaths of relief. I let out a long breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I look around and see that everyone is staring at the passed out boy in the balcony floor. “Niall, Louis can you guys help me carry him inside?” I ask bending down and holding up his head.  The two boys grab his arms and pull them over their shoulders as I walk ahead to clear a path and open the door.

The boys lay Harry down as gently as possible on the bed and I stay to remove his close. “Hey Niall, kick everyone out” I say in a stricken tone. He nods in response and closes the door behind him.

“Everybody Get Out” I hear Nialls loud Irish voice yell over the noise followed by boos and the shuffle of feet.

I take off Harry’s shoes, jeans and t-shirt and lay his head under the pillow slowly stroking his full head of curls and I pull the light sheet over him. He looks so peaceful and beautiful when he sleeps. I know I should be mad at him for making me so uneasy tonight and getting so drunk for no reason, but I simply can’t. The moment we shared this morning felt so right, and in place; it felt like we we’re a couple, who never fought and got along perfectly, like the rest of the boys. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I think I’m in love with Harry Styles.  

I get up to get him an Advil and bottles of water for the morning, when I feel someone tug on my hand. “Don’t leave me” Harry mumbles unable to lift his head. “I won’t” I say sitting back down beside him. “Promise?” he says tightening his grip on my hand. “I promise Harry” I say kissing his forehead. I crawl into bed beside him and he drapes his arm around me pulling me close to his chest. I close my eyes and just listen to his heat beat; so calm and steady; I could lay here with him forever.