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Chapter 32

Louis' pov.

"This is so boring," I mutter, reaching my hand out to slide the little metal shoe three spaces, landing on the Railroad, in which Damien already owns all of them. He cheers and holds his hand out, waiting as I count out the right amount of colored money and slap it in his hand.

"You're just mad because you're losing," Damien grins, shaking the dice in his hand and releasing it onto the board. "Or maybe because you're the shoe."

"You made me be the shoe, damnit! I wanted the bloody dog!" I huff, watching as he slides the dog seven spaces, completely missing the property I owned.

"Well, too bad. My game, my rules," He simply shrugs and sends me a smug smirk. I roll my eyes and take the dice in my hand, blow on them, shake them, and then toss them.

Five spaces. That means.. "Fuck!" I yell, throwing down the metal shoe.

Damien cackles, clutching his stomach with his hand. "Go to jail, Lou! Don't be a party pooper!"

"This game is fucking rigged," I mutter, not bothering to find where I threw the metal shoe, instead opting out for the stupid top hat.

"No offense, Lou, but how does one rig 'Monopoly'?" He grins, his eyes dancing with amusement. "I even let you be the banker."

Just as I'm about to come back with a snarky comment, the doorbell rings, startling us both. Because it's Damien's house, he stands and disappears down the hallway, leaving me in the living room. Taking advantage of him being gone, I lean forward and snatch a couple yellow 100's out of his pile and shove them back into the bank.

"Oh, Louis," Damien sings, appearing back in the living room just as I'm sitting back down. "It's for you."

"Wha-" I begin to ask, but immediately shoot up from the couch at the sight of my boyfriend standing in the opening of the hallway.

"Harry!" I nearly squeal, forgetting about all of my masculinity as I practically sprint towards him, almost tripping on the coffee table but managing to make it over to him.

"Hi baby," He grins, wrapping his arms around my waist as I throw mine around his neck, crushing his body against mine. I inhale his lovely scent, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He sighs contently, pressing his lips into my hair.

"I missed you," I whisper, nuzzling my nose into his soft skin.

"It's only been one night," He chuckles, shaking his head lightly. His hands are cold from being outside, my skin chilling as they rub along the span of my back through the thin tshirt I'm wearing.

"One night too long," I mutter, pressing my lips into the side of his neck before inhaling his scent once more. He smells of leaves and autumn breeze with a hint of the cologne he uses every day. It's an amazing combination, absolutely fucking intoxicating, and I'm nearly weak in the knees from it.

"Babe, can you stop sniffing me and let me sit down?"

"Oh, my bad," I quickly step away from him and turn towards the couch, hiding my surely flushed face as he follows me into the living room. He plops down onto the white sofa and motions for me to sit in front of him. He parts his knees as I sit on the floor, my back pressed against the couch, my body in between his long legs.

"Monopoly?" He questions, leaning forward to wrap his arms loosely around my chest, Damien sitting down beside him.

"Yes, and Louis is being a sore loser," Damien boasts, reaching forward to grab the dice. He shakes them in his hand and throws them onto the board.

"I swear to fucking god, Damien, if you buy-" I gape, crossing my arms over my chest, my hands landing on Harry's by accident, although I don't move them. "You fucker. You fucking shit face, mother fucker."