Dice [h.s.]

88

"Checkmate, I couldn't lose." -Taylor Swift

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Harry's POV

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    My head thumped as I rolled my body on the hard surface of my sleeping place. I groaned and held my head from the brutal wake up. My hand searched around the floor I registered around me for any liquid to sip. I grabbed a glass bottle and threw it down my throat, sighing at the taste of tequila.

    Slowly opening my eyes, I'm met with the sight of my own house. I sat up quickly, confused on how the fuck I got here. I glanced over at my couch to see Niall peacefully sleeping.

    I pushed myself to my feet and caught myself on the couch. I was severely hung over from last night when I really shouldn't be. In a matter of hours, I was going to be free from a restraint from my fathers life. I was going to be free of half of him.

"There's hangover cure on the counter." Niall said with his eyes closed from the couch. I was halfway to the counter as he spoke.

"Thanks." I cleared my throat. I reached for the drink and gulped it down, not questioning anything.

    Niall met me in the kitchen, wearing gray sweats and a black t-shirt. He looked freshly showered and woken up. He opened the empty fridge and grabbed a smoothie. He pushed it in front of me and leaned on the counter.

"Drink up. We have no time to waste, we have to get ready. And you need to be on your game." Niall patted my shoulder while drinking his own smoothie. I drank the drink and nodded.

"Thanks Ni." I nodded.

"No worries. Shower and get dressed then we're heading over to Alea." Niall took my empty cups and began to wash them.

    I left for upstairs and quickly showered and changed into a black wife beater and black dress pants. I couldn't wear a suit today, I needed to be able to move freely.

    Niall met up with me in my weapon room as we filled two duffle bags with various guns and other deadly weapons. I felt so dirty knowing what we were about to do but I couldn't do a line right in front of Niall right now, not when he was trying to get sober.

    I allowed Niall to take the bags to the car and did a line of coke on the empty counter. I needed this for my sanity. I couldn't think when I only thought about whether Kennedy was ok. I only cared about her right now, and no one else. This line was going to help me focus and do my best work. I always do my best drugged up.

    I met back with Niall while rubbing my nose. He was already in the driver's seat as I got in the car. He slammed on the pedal as soon as I was in the car, racing down the road to the casino.

    I tried to act normal as the effects of the coke entered my system at rapid speed. I wasn't as accustomed to it like I used to be so it hit faster and harder than usual. I took deep breaths as I shook my head to try and calm my buzz.

    The drive to the casino was short, accompanied by the small hum of rock music playing from the radio. We were both silent, both trying to focus on completely separate things.

When we got to the casino, Niall parked the car and immediately got out. I had a feeling he knew I did a line. He was being very short and stiff, something only angry Niall does.

I met him at the trunk and grabbed one of the duffle bags while Niall had the other. He slammed the trunk closed and walked away from me, making a very big gap between us.