Golden Heart n.s

25. Mad Libs Medicine

Have a great Friday and weekend lovelies!!! 💖

!!smut!! (Somewhat)

HARRY

"Fucks sake." I groan under my breath, slapping the three cards down onto the table.

The banker, a regular here at the bar chuckles, eyeing my cards.

"22, sucks to be you Styles, it's your third time in a row losing." He smirks, snatching my ten dollar note off the table.

I scowl at him, rolling my eyes.

"Don't need to get cocky. Next round."

He shakes his head, but collects the cards, shuffles them well before distributing them again, two for each player.

I smirk when I see my cards. King of spades and an ace club.

"21. Give me my 20." I say, placing my two cards, down onto the table, sliding it forward.

The banker grunts, tossing me two ten dollar bills towards me. I smirk slightly in triumph.

That's when my eyes happen to glance towards the entrance when the door swings open. My heart quickens when I suddenly catch sight of a flash of a blonde-brunette entering the bar. Louis and Niall. Niall's cerulean blue eyes scan the crowd, before the both of them manoeuvre their way through the crowd, heading towards the main bar.

A smile involuntarily tugs up at my lips.

I immediately snatch my money off the table, together with my other forty pounds worth of winnings off the table and stuffing it into my pocket.

"That's it for me." I say, standing from the table.

"What? That quick? You were just getting started." He asks and I simply shrug in response.

"A man knows when to quit." I simply say, before making my way through the two gambling tables and two snooker tables, and finally making my way up to him.

Niall's eyes roam the bar as he takes a long sip from his cold beer. Then, his eyes finally meet and boring right into mine, feeling as though something just pierced right through me. His gaze is so innocent, yet so intense, it's making my blood dance.

His look of surprise soon turns into a smile, holding my gaze as I manoeuvre my way over to him through the bodies.

Niall quickly says something to Louis, nodding his head towards me. Louis glances at me, a playful smirk on his lips, before he nods, tossing his head back to down his drink. He pats Niall on the shoulder before waving at his best mate, stalking off to another corner of the bar. Niall shakes his head at his friend, before he hops off his stool, making his way towards me. A small smirk plays on both our lips as we slowly stride our way towards each other, eyes never leaving each other's.

He steps past someone, before we're suddenly chest to chest, so close I can feel his warmth through his clothes.

"Hi." He breathes out, his sweet scent tickling my senses.

"Hey," I whisper, my body unconsciously moving closer to his, so much so our chests are millimeters apart. "What're you doing here? This doesn't seem like your kind of place." I say, raising an eyebrow, before placing a hand on his lower back, leading him further towards the back of the bar, away from the disgusting men that are already eyeing him hungrily.

"Louis made me come. Said I was too stressed studying so he brought me here." He rolls his eyes, "Then said he'd leave us be so he left." He tells me. "And, I could ask you the same thing. Gambling doesn't seem like something you'd do." He states, gesturing to the gambling area I was just at.