"...Get over it, dude. I won this round." Theo remarks with a smug grin as he proudly takes out the 8 ball from the pocket. Niall grumpily takes out the rest of the balls from the remaining pockets before putting them in the rack.

We have been playing billiard's for about an hour now. By 'we', I mean Zayn, Raven, Theo and Niall. "Where the fuck are Harry and Louis?" Niall complains as he chalks the tip of his cue stick.

"They went to go meet with Luke," Zayn speaks after setting his beer down. "They shouldn't be long." As if on cue, Louis and Luke both walk in, cigarette on their lips. A few moments later, Harry walks in talking on the phone and seeming distracted. He waits by the door as Louis and Luke reaches us.

"What took you so long?" Theo asks, walking closer to the group. Raven walks over to me.

"It's our turn now." She grins at me as she pulls me towards the pool table, leaving the guys talking. "Do you know how to play?" She asks as she removes the rack from the balls.

Living in a home full of gamblers, I spent majority of my time in the pool table room with my brothers. I beat them every single time. "Of course." I grin at the memory. "Who goes first?"

"You go." She stands back. I set the cue ball at an angle. I take my time as I aim for the center and when I'm ready, I hit it. The cue ball goes right through the middle, hits the brim of the table and hits a solid right in the pocket. When I look up, Raven's mouth is agape. "Okay, I see what I'm up against now."

I laugh and go around to where the cue ball is stationed. I align it with another solid, I hit it and make it into the pocket. Just as I was setting up for the third shot, Harry walks towards the group and bumps my stick making me miss.

Annoyed, I look up at him. "Oops." He says mockingly.

"How mature." I remark and go towards the side to allow Raven her turn.

"If I'm being honest," Harry begins. "You would've totally missed that shot."

"Yeah, somehow I don't think that would've been possible." I say, smugly.

Harry turns to me, raised eyebrows and all. "Cocky?"

"Not cocky, confident."

"Same difference." He shrugs and takes a drag of his cigarette. "I bet you'll miss the next shot."

"Fuck!" Raven cusses as she misses her shot. Zayn turns to her and laughs.

"Whatever you're betting I hope you're ready to give it up." I remark as I take my place.

"Twenty bucks if you make this."

"Just twenty?" Zayn says. "Come on, Harry. You know you got more than that."

"Twenty. Make the next shot, another twenty." Harry stands his ground and I shrug as I align my cue stick. This one was tricky, Raven's striped ball was in the way of my solid. I align my stick and aim for the wall and let go. Trick shot. I look up, a smirk on my lips.

Harry scoffs. "That was easy."

"Really? Cause I thought you said I'd miss?" A mocking smile on my lips as I go around the table to make my next shot. Without hesitation, I make it again. I end up missing the next one, I huff in annoyance.

"Here," Harry holds his cigarette in between his lips as he takes Raven's stick. She rolls her eyes but goes over to Zayn and rests her back on his chest. Harry keeps eye contact with me as he bends over the pool table, aligning his stick with the striped purple ball. When he looks away, he makes two of his.

"Those were already aligned to the pocket." I point out and move out of the way.

Harry snorts, letting out smoke from his lips that still held the cigarette. "Don't be a sore loser, alright?" He makes another and another and right as he was about to make his last striped ball, it hits the corner and rolls away. "Fuck." He curses under his breath.

I chuckle as I go to where he stood, pushing him away with my stick. I bend over and make three in a row, leaving me with the eight ball. I make sure it's aligned to my desired pocket and let go. The black ball rolls straight in and I look up with a mocking grin. The guys laugh at Harry and so does Raven.

"Sheer luck," Harry huffs as he takes his wallet out of his dark skinny jeans, he takes out four twenty's and I snatch them from him.

"Don't be a sore loser, alright?" I say, repeating his  exact words. When he walks away towards the bar area, I turn to Zayn and Raven.

"Seriously, is there something you can't do?" Zayn says, finishing off his cigarette. Raven passes me a beer from the ice bucket on the table.

"Harry's probably going to cry himself to sleep tonight knowing someone actually beat him." Raven giggles.

"Oh, for sure." Zayn adds with a chuckle. "As you can see, he takes great pride in being the best at everything." I laugh at this and look in the direction of the bar. Harry was leaning against the table, talking to a red headed bartender with a sleeve of tattoos down her left arm.

"How much do you want to bet Alexis will give him shit for this later on." Niall leans over, beer in his hand.

"There's no question about that." Zayn snickers.

"Who's Alexis?" I ask, turning my attention to them. Niall looks away, still can't stand me, my guess.

"Alexis is Harry's ex-girlfriend." Zayn answers.

"Please," Raven rolls her eyes. "She was no more than a booty call."

"I honestly don't know what he saw in her," Niall says. "She was annoying as fuck, not to mention clingy."

"Well, you know what they say." Zayn takes a swig of his beer. "There's always someone for somebody." When I look back to Harry, he's turning our direction at the same time, a beer in his hand.

Our eyes lock as he brings the bottle towards his mouth and takes a swig, not breaking eye contact.

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It was around 2 am when the guys decided that it was time to go. The air outside was cold and I thank myself for bringing a jacket. "I can't wait to get into bed." Raven groans, rubbing her eyes from the sleep. My eyes felt hard as well, I wanted a shower and a warm blanket.

"You will after we drop Emmaline off at the shop." Zayn kisses the top of her head and opens the car door for her.

"I can walk," I say and Raven shakes her head no.

"You're crazy if you think we're letting that happen." She says. "Come on."

"No, really. The shop is only like five minutes from here, I could use a walk."

"Hey, Harry." Zayn says as Harry was coming back from somewhere with Niall and Luke. "Think you can take Emmaline home with you?"

"Zayn—" I start but Harry talks over me.

"Yeah, sure." He agrees. I would've thought maybe he would fight him like he did last time when we went to the pit and Harry took me. I turn to Zayn with an annoyed look but all he does is wink at me and walk away towards his car. I sigh and slide my hands in the pocket of my denim shorts as I turn towards Harry.

"Marcus has a new shipment coming in tomorrow night, make sure you pick up your phone this time." Luke says to Harry as he lights a cigarette.

"What's the cut?" Harry asks him.

"Do it right, you're looking at 10k." Harry nods at this.

"I could work with that."

"Good. It's going to be waiting for you at the airport, I'll let you know the model and what time you need to take it to the docks." They were talking awfully loud considering I'm a few feet away from them. They both bump fists and Luke turns to me. "Later." He nods at me and walks away, leaving behind Harry and I.

"What were you guys talking about?" I ask as we both walk towards a single black motorcycle, a black helmet hanging off the handle.

"Who?" He says, playing coy.

"You and Luke." I say matter of factly. "About a shipment?"

"What are you talking about?" He furrows his brows and I can't tell if he's being serious or not. Or maybe he'd just making it seem like he doesn't know what I'm talking about because I wasn't supposed to be listening. After a while of staring at each other to see who will cave, he pushes the helmet towards me. "Put that on."

I roll my eyes but put it on anyway and get behind him on the bike. "I think you're just mad that I beat you at pool." I mock and without warning, Harry backs up out of the parking lot fast, my arms go around his torso. "You are such a dick!" I remark as he laughs.

"I'm not mad at losing eighty bucks," He says. "I've got plenty of money." I look at the back of his neck, noticing a tattoo seep out from under the leather jacket.

"Is that why you live in a one bedroom?"

"Do you not know anything about savings?" Harry remarks, my arms were still around him. "Or did you never have to worry about that, rich girl?"

"Don't call me that," I say. "You don't know me." Although, he wasn't really wrong. At this, Harry scoffs.

"That big rock on your finger says a lot about you."

"Oh yeah?" I say. "What does it say about me?"

"It shows how spoiled you must be to have a ring that huge. I mean what's wrong with a regular sized ring?"

"For your information, I didn't pick it out. My husband did."

"Yeah? Well your husband sounds like a spoiled asshole too." Harry retorts and I glare at the back of his head. I mean, it was all I could do.

"I'm sorry, who was the one bragging about having lots of money and throwing it around? Clearly it wasn't me."

Harry laughs at this, as if something was funny. "It's so fun how angry you get." He says. "I'm just kidding. Lighten up, Emma."

I scrunch my nose. "That is not my name." No one ever calls me Emma.

"Oh, sorry, Emma." If I continue to talk to him, he will only keep annoying me. So I sit quietly and hold on to him until we arrive at the shop.

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