In which a former gang member finds solace in a woman who might just be as much of a Nowhere Woman as much as he...a Nowhere Man.
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The bottle gripped firmly in the hands of Eden Marley extends towards a crippled Harry Styles who cups his crotch with a sore expression. He grumbles under his breath, quite annoyed at the woman who sits on the couch before him. Wanting to wipe the smug grin right off those plump lips of hers as she shakes the bottle about, gesturing for Harry to take it.
"Cheers to your poor unborn babies." She snickers and he snatches the bottle up in one swift motion.
Pointing at her with the tip of the bottle he warns, "watch it, Bambi. I won't hesitate to sort you out."
Emerald green roll to the back of her head, finding his all too serious aura far too dull. "Lighten up." Her American accent comes out thick as she pushes herself off the couch.
Harry awkwardly sits down- wincing at the stinging pain as he tries to sit in a comfortable position. He could leave the stupid penthouse and the crazy woman who injured his precious balls but if he's quite honest, whiskey and the view of Las Vegas is far too good to give up at the moment. Especially since all he has seen the past year is the boring walls of cheap motels.
It's not like he couldn't afford extravagant hotels, it's just that he'd rather keep his identity hidden in the meantime and not risk the opportunity he'd be giving his enemies to find him and kill him once and for all. And quite honestly, it peeves him off that Spite were even able to find him cruising through Nevada today.
"You look like hell by the way." The soft tone of Edens voice captures Harry's attention again. He glances toward her and frowns as she grasps a cup from the cupboard and pours some water into it. Whereas he just takes another swig of the warm liquid in his bottle instead. His tongue darting out to lick away the putrid taste of what the Scottish like to call; The Water Of Life.
"Did I ask for your opinion?" He snaps at her and she raises an eyebrow, taking a gulp of water before placing the glass onto the counter in front of her small frame.
"Woah calm down..." she sounds amused. Finding it funny how grumpy the bloodied man sat on Mike's couch is as his hand lazily clutches onto the bottle sat on his knee. She can't help but let her curiosity get the best of her, wondering where this guy came from and why he is so bruised up with blood staining his skin. "What brings you here anyway?"
He rolls his head back onto the head rest with a sigh. Closing his eyelids momentarily as he thinks about how he ended up here and how his life has truly become a mess. Eden's question triggering many unspoken thoughts for him.
"Oh where to start..." he mutters. Head rolling to the side so he can look right back at the beautiful woman who stands patiently at the counter. As much as she looked curious and wanted her question answered, there was no way he'd tell her.
