A/N: Please vote :) Probably my longest 'Blind' chapter yet, always a pleasure to write for my lovely readers. Hope you enjoy the chapter, love you lots!
~ Harry ~
I stepped outside of my flat, cautious to close the door as my body slipped through as to not let Jace know that I had Louis, and most importantly Ariana behind this door. He had his arms crossed as he watched me, eyes narrowing like a hawk as he cleared his throat.
"I came to see you about that little stunt your bitch pulled yesterday." He said as I laughed lowly. He shifted closer to me. "You think it's funny, don't you? That car is a fucking Ferrari; she cracked the rear view window. She's going to pay for the damage."
"No she won't, because it was my idea. Lighten up Matthews, you're completely loaded and I'm sure you can pay for it." I rolled my eyes. "You could have called the cops, but you came to me instead. Surely there's something else you wanted to discuss." I raised an eyebrow at him as he leveled with me.
A sign of defeat; Jace sighed and briefly looked down both halls before looking back at me. "Can we discuss this in your flat?" he asked. My eyes widened.
"We can't go in there."
"Why not?"
I gulped. "I'm renovating."
"She's in there, isn't she?" he saw right through me as a smirk reappeared on his face. My absence of a comeback was enough proof, and he chuckled lowly. "So are you fucking her now?"
"Never in your wildest dreams, Matthews." I scoffed. "You know I don't fuck prissy shits like her." I muttered. "She's got nowhere else to go so I let her stay with me, you know, maybe to up my chances on winning this bet." I told him smartly.
"The day she says I love you will be the end of you Matthews." I said, smirking as he rolled his eyes. "Whatever, so can I come in? I promise I'll play nice with your slut."
"One word and I'll slit your throat." I warned him as I opened the door reluctantly. As he passed me, I felt chills run down my spine. It felt like I had willingly let in a murderer into my flat; then again it is Jace, the boy who got arrested for assault once.
"Look who's here." I piped up as Jace and I entered the living room where Louis and Ariana were talking. "Matthews." Louis spoke, standing up to greet Jace with an infamous bro-hug of some sort. I guess they've solved their differences, or Louis is just that good of an actor.
I could see Ariana tense in her seat as she kept her head lowered, as if she was trying to ignore him. "Tomlinson, good to see you." Jace said as Louis scowled. "You too, I guess."
"And who do we have here? Ariana Grande?" Jace taunted as he approached Ariana. "H-Hi Ja-Jace." her voice wavered, still not facing him as he chuckled. "Oh come on, is that any way to greet a friend?" his hand round its way to her face as he lifted her head up to look at him.
"Jace." I warned him.
"Chill bro, I just wanted to see her smile." he said. "After all, who knows when you'll be able to see it again after- oh my I've went completely off topic. Harry and I were just about to discuss things."
He removed his hands and walked back to me. "Shall we Styles?"
"Let's." I muttered as I lead him to my room. I glanced over at Louis and gave him a make sure she doesn't hear us look and he nodded, taking Ariana's hand and leaded her into the kitchen.
Jace followed closely behind me, humming a god awful tune that sounded like it came from a soundtrack for a horror film. Everything about Jace utterly annoyed me. His presence was like that of locusts, or maybe even the nine plagues combined.
Seeing him touch Ariana like that, even if it was just a single finger under her chin made me cringe. I knew where I kept my machinery and could easily blow torch his finger off and shove it down his throat.
As we entered my room, Jace leaped onto my bed and sighed.
"So what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked him.
"There's a new guy in town. Hawkings I think; you know him?" The familiar name made me settle down next to Jace as I nodded. "Yeah he's my new neighbor." I told him.
"Well word on the street is him and his brother are in town for some gig at the underground tonight and after discussing this with our brothers, we decided it'd be best to tell you that they're making a deal; one hundred and fifty grand for a shit ton of weed and Malik's weapons."
The underground was this low profile area by an abandoned tube, or as Americans call it subway station. They closed the place off in '84 due to the place caving in after some road construction accident. It left four dead but offered a great place for fellow dealers to meet up.
"Shit." I muttered.
"I know right. Malik's got the weapons, but we need the weed and I know you've got connections. That Steve guy; the one who does your bike?" he said.
"As your third man in command I just came by to let you know." he said. "Do you think you can get the weed by tonight?" he asked.
"I don't know, I'll try I guess." I sighed. "You know Steve, he's an ass hole."
"I'll come with you, maybe give him a piece of my mind. Think of it as me being an apprentice and you as my mentor. After all, when you graduate I'm taking over." he smirked.
"Don't get ahead of yourself Matthews." I warned him. "And don't be touching Ariana like that again, especially in front of me."
"She's not actually yours Styles, you know that right."
"I know, but I don't want your filthy ass hands all over her." I rolled my eyes.
"So do we have a deal?" He asked.
"Yeah, why not. I could use the money." I said, shrugging as Jace sat up with a smile. "Great. We can head over to Steve's right now, I've got the money for the weed in my car. All's we gotta do is convince the old man to give us a few pounds." he smirked.
"You know I was going to say yes?" I gave him a look.
"You're Harry fucking Styles, you'd be a mad man to say no to a deal like this. Especially if I told you that I'd fuck your girl if you didn't."
"I'd fucking gun you down, you prick." I told him.
"I know you would, but heaven knows I'd never touch that freak like that." he cringed. I glared at him as I grabbed my coat. "Let's just go."
We left my room, my senses tingling as I caught sight of Ariana leaning against Louis in a hug. His hand was running up and down her back, at one point going lower that it should have making my blood boil.
