Show Stopper (One Direction)

Chapter Six.

*Jordann's POV*

I wake the next morning with my head pounding, and my chest still tight. I sigh and sit up, swinging my legs over. The pads of my feet hit the cold hard wood, and a shiver runs through my veins. I stand and stretch, then walk into the bathroom. The showers is running, and I smile.

"Harry! I'm up!" I yell and hear him laugh, that throaty laugh. He continues laughing and I shrug it off, it must be something in the water.. I stand in front of the mirror and look at my tattered reflection. There's a purple and blue bruise stretching from my right ear to the corner of my lips. The opposite side of my bottom lip is split open to about the middle. I scrunch my face up, and slowly tug at the hem of the neck of my tank top. There's a large deep purple bruise right over where my heart is. I place my hand over it, and wince at the tenderness. I can feel the beat of my heart working slowly against the palms of my hands. I bring my hands to my face and trace along my defined jaw line, filing the sting. 

The shower curtain opens,  and Harry steps out, fully in the nude. No attempts to cover himself, nothing. I slap my hands over my eyes.

"HARRY!!!!" I scream and he just gives me a throaty laugh.

"What is it?" He asks and I feel the fleece of a towel brush against my arm.

"Okay, its safe now." He says and I slowly remove my hands to see him in his boxers. I lean up against the counter. He takes a step closer, examining every feature on my face.

"I look horrible." I mumble and cover my face. I spread my index and middle finger apart, enough to see Harry's face, extremely close to mine. His hands connect with mine, and he pulls them down to his sides, not letting them slip from his grasp.

"You do not look horrible. You're beautiful." He whispers and smiles at me. I smile back, and the tops of my cheeks turn crimson.  He smiles, and he leans closer to my face, our lips almost touching.

"I DONT DRINK LIKE EVERYONE I DO IT TO FORGET THINGS ABOUT MYSELF!"

My phone starts blaring, and both of my eyes pop open, to be staring into a set of deep green orbs with black eye lashes. I drop his hands and run to my phone, half to answer it and half embarrassed. I was about to kiss Harry. We were about to kiss. I pick up my phone quickly and press it to the side of my face that isn't bruised.

"Hello...?" I ask quietly and turn to face Harry, whom I find isn't even in the room anymore.

"Hey, I need you to come down here, we have a photo shoot to do. Oh and bring Harry, he's neeeeeeeded!" Marlee's cheery voice fills the speaker and I sigh.

"Kay." Is all I say, then hang up.

"HARRY GET DRESSED WERE GOING TO WORK!" I yell across the flat to him, and he returns a laugh. I pull on the first sweat pants I see, and my 'I Like Your Face" hoodie. I throw my hair in a messy bun, and were out the door. He's wearing a simple white V neck, with blue shorts, and worn white All Stars. His curls are pull back into a green coloured beanie with black sun glasses. When we get out of the elevator, his hand slips into mine as the paparazzi starts snapping pictures of the worlds hottest 'Couple'.

When we get to the studio, Marlee's eyes snap to me and a gasp escapes her lips. Harry's hand is still entwined with mine as she rushes over to me. Her mouth is slightly open as she examines my injuries. Then I see a light go off in those golden eyes.

"I have an idea."

An hour later, Harry has the exact same imperfections on his face as mine. Only his are make up. Were both in Victoria's Secret sweats (Harry in the men's). We're both sporting boxing gloves, and they're a matching blue, showing we're on the same team. We start throwing cute little baby punches at the camera and laughing cutely. We probably look extremely believable right now. When break time comes around, Harry leads me into a small hall off to the side of the shoot. He leans beside me against the wall and hands me a Mountain Dew, my favourite drink of al times. I smile and take it, then start sipping. He smiles and takes a sip of his Pepsi, then his eyes flick to my face as we get indulged into a playful conversation. He stands in front of me, and places his hand gently on my hurt cheek.

"Now don't make me rough you up again!" He says jokingly and a giggle escapes my lips. Our eyes lock, and his expression turns serious. His eyes flicker to my lips, and he leans in. I close my eyes, and his soft lips hit mine. They move in sync, until his tongue wipes across my bottom lip. I freeze in place. 

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