Colorblind [h.s]

25

I walk in the door, storming straight to the guest room. I have a funny feeling no one's gonna drive me home tonight, partially because Niall and I are way too fucked up and partially because Harry's the biggest asshole I've ever met.

I put my purse on the bedside table and start getting undressed. This house is freezing cold except for my room, which is somehow always scorching hot. I decide to sleep in my bra and underwear and put my hair up to get more comfortable.

I walk into the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth. All I want to do is wash this night away and get some sleep.

I walk out and almost jump out of my skin when I see a shirtless Harry sitting on my bed.

"What the hell, Harry? Why the hell are you here? I'm still pissed," I yell, covering myself up.

"Covering up for me? Nothing I didn't see last night," he says.

"Yeah, that's why I'm covering up," I snap.

"Oh, do tell," he says mockingly.

"You cockblocked me and then went right back to being a fucking dick to me. You don't deserve to see me like this," I say, crossing my arms.

He stands up from the bed, staying where he is and not coming any closer.

"I cockblocked you?" he smirks, his eyes growing darker by the second.

"Well let's see, Harry. You come over, get me all hot and bothered, and then leave. I'd call that cockblocking, wouldn't you?"

He doesn't break our eye contact as he takes a step closer.

"I wasn't cockblocking you."

"Yeah? Then what were you doing, hm? Didn't like what you saw or something?"

"That's definitely not it."

He takes another step.

"Well what was it then?" I ask, staying planted in my spot.

He ignores my question, taking another step towards me. "Do you really think that? That I didn't like what I saw- that I didn't enjoy having you all to myself?"

"It was hard to tell," I said, standing my ground with my arms still crossed.

He takes another step.

"Was it?" he asks, raising his hand and gently putting one side of my hair behind my ear.

I nod, finding it hard to speak at the moment.

"How about with that douche bag a few weeks ago, hm?" he asks, unfolding my arms and leaving me exposed.

"Mr. No Name?" I ask stupidly.

He laughs, "That's the one."

"It was pretty obvious he liked what he saw. I don't think you take a body shot off someone you don't find attractive," I say with a smirk.

His eyes never leave mine as he grabs my hand and starts walking backwards, lifting me up and throwing me on the bed, making me gasp at the roughness of the action. I push myself up on my elbows, waiting for his next move. This seems like a pretty good way to get our anger out on each other.

He keeps eye contact with me as he pulls out a baggie full of white powder out of his pocket.

He climbs onto the bed, pushing my legs apart as he shimmies in between them, grabbing my face and forcing me to look down at my body. I'm not the most confident person, but the way he's looking at me makes me shove my insecurities to the side.